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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me,” Roslyn said, her voice low and firm. She gave

Harrey and Hank, her face a mix of beauty and regret. “Family

together, but today’s

Mister Kane has done, we Saunders are done chasing ghosts.

still want to

clutched Cingen’s wrist tightly, her

registered shock. He glanced at Blaine’s empty

in realization. His gaze darted around the room until it landed on the rough iron

out of the wall. A jolt went

battle blade, always at

lost, and it was

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sense then;

be

instincts were sharp. After all, she was the Saunders family’s top advisor.

what battles to pick.

“Mr. Saunders.”

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

turn,

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like family, the three of us.

Ledger, and

hard look. With a resigned

letting her speak her mind. My apologies for the

Roslyn and hissed, “You’re

about what you’ve done!”

whisked

“You…”

words, a glint of

What was