His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0304

With a jolt, the scene kicks off.

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Kelvin felt a shiver run through his scalp. Like a puppet on strings, he turned stiffly to face Alexander,

who

wore a slight, knowing smile. Struggling, Kelvin managed to force a weak grin. “Sir, are you pulling my

leg?”

“Benefits? Threats Wanda’s more family to me than my own sister, and I…”

Mid–sentence, Kelvin snapped out of it, backpedaling fast. “Why the heck do I owe you an

explanation? Wanda’s business is her own!”

However, Alexander just chuckled.

Poor Kelvin, Wanda’s agent, was no Oscar winner. His fear was too raw, his act too rough around the

edges. Since Andrew, Hec, and Hunter had skedaddled, Alexander had dug up everything there was to

know about the Ledgers.

Marcus Ledger, the family’s third son, was a piece of work. He was cruel, the type who had never let

Wanda slip through his fingers.

“Alex, what in the world are you saying?”

Wanda, standing by Kelvin, had overheard their exchange and was shaking her head in dismay.

“You’ve got it all wrong about Kelvin. He’s not like that. We’re practically like family–”

Briers,

therapy, the Ledger’s chopper made

three hours later, here comes Mister Kelvin Scruggs to fetch you, sporting

like he’s

stepped closer and yanked back

The sight was startling.

patchwork of pain, his skin etched with the angry marks of rough pope

of a brutal beating. Sores had opened up where his flesh had given way, and, there

been a moment to

even a basic

“Kelvin!”

face as she

had to be him! Let’s go to the cops, let’s take him to

about my acting career anymore, I don’t care about

face as he crouched on the ground,

childlike

sobs.

there she was, worried sick about him, ready to go to war on

behalf.

was too much

being a good judge of

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a steady gaze. “Speak. How did Marcus

on Miss Briers. I

parents, wept openly. “I

ruthless! He took my folks and used their lives to

back…”

was strangled by sobs, unable

“Alex.”

moment, Amber had also gotten out of the Porsche, standing by Alexander’s side, her grip

her