Chapter 0397

“You got them?”

At the front row of the concert venue, Amber’s face brightened as Alexander came back. “No more

troublemakers, right? And…where did you take them?”

The dead need not be kept. They were to be discarded, forgotten.

“No need to worry about that.”

Alexander kept it brief, tenderly taking his wife’s hand with a reassuring smile. “As long as I’m here, no

small–time troublemaker can make a splash. The concert’s about to begin. Let’s enjoy

the show.”

He then turned his attention to the main stage, silently waiting for Wanda’s entrance.

“It’s time!”

Three kilometers from the pulsing heart of the concert, on the top floor of a towering office

building. Alice peered through her binoculars, her gaze fixed on the distant stage.

Her pretty face, once warm with excitement, then turned icy with frustration. “Why haven’t the

Envoys made their move? Where’s the fire? Why haven’t they lit it up yet?”

Next to her, Owen lowered his binoculars and faced the two Envoys standing behind him. His

voice was grave. “Any ideas on what’s happening?”

The Envoys exchanged a look, each reading the concern in the other’s eyes. They were part of an elite

master of their craft. The task was simple for two grandmasters of

fire, nothing more. Nothing should have

center stage, but her companions had yet to

meant only one thing…

failed!” declared the Golden Wolf, Owen’s ace

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to Owen and Alice, his voice a

something unstoppable must’ve

the fire, and they didn’t come back. It’s likely…

Dead?

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darkened for a moment before he

tone icy. “It’s safe to assume Alexander Intervened… No, it wasn’t

wouldn’t fall to Alexander

shot a hateful glance toward

to

easy,” Owen interrupted, his

narrowed his eyes and glanced at the Saunders family with a dark edge

against us now; we can’t just

family tomorrow. We’ll round up all the Envoys and

and for all!”

bit her lip, her gaze flickering back to the concert venue, her face twisted with

resentment.

well savor their

morning light.

off without a hitch, wrapping

I can’t thank you enough for what

post–concert celebration, Wanda toasted Alexander and Amber, her eyes

of fear. “If it weren’t for

disaster!”

off their wine with a smile and

Entertainment was a part of the New Chesire Group, and

the face of New

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