His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0352

Roslyn’s face drained of color at the sight of the three elders.

The heads of the three great families.

In the bustling city of Zabaleta, home to millions, those were the men at the top: Cingen Saunders,

Harrey Campbell, and Hank Ledger.

Flanked by their family’s envoys and a cadre of top–notch bodyguards, over a hundred strong, they

descended on the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel. It was clear–they were there for Alexander, who idly

sat and enjoyed his coffee.

“Roslyn, come here,” one of them beckoned.

Cingen’s white hair gleamed as he leaned on his intricately carved cane, gesturing to Roslyn and

Blaine to come closer. His voice, deep and serious, broke the silence. “You and Mark, why didn’t you

give your old grandpa a heads–up?”

‘Alexander is a force to be reckoned with, you’re out of your league against him. Together, our three

major families will make sure he doesn’t walk away from this.‘ Roslyn’s heart sank with at silent, wry

chuckle.

Did Cingen even grasp how powerful Alexander was? She had just seen her dad, a man of no small

skill, get taken down by Alexander in one swift move. That was not a numbers game

anymore.

Facing a martial arts behemoth, throwing bodies at the problem would not have done a thing.

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her voice low

turned to Harrey and Hank, her face

together, but today’s an

Mister Kane has done, we Saunders are done chasing ghosts. My cousin’s

two still want

wrist

registered shock.

gaze darted around the room until it landed on the

the wall. A jolt went through

blade, always at

had lost, and it was clear as

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caution made sense then; they

was a force to be reckoned with. Just how

were sharp. After all, she was the Saunders

what battles to pick.

“Mr. Saunders.”

Harrey shared a look. With a raised eyebrow, they challenged, “In

lady speak out of turn, and you just let it

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like family, the three of us. You’re going to let her silly words drive a

Ledger,

hard look. With a resigned smile, he bowed

her speak

to Roslyn and hissed, “You’re

about what you’ve done!”

whisked the

“You…”

bit back their words, a glint of

What was