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

nothing more. Nothing should have

Wanda had taken center stage, but her

meant only one thing…

failed!” declared the Golden Wolf, Owen’s

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Alice, his voice a whisper of unease. “I’m not

something

the fire, and they

Dead?

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in the air, Owen’s expression darkened for a moment before he let out

No, it wasn’t just him. There had

Envoys wouldn’t fall to

a hateful glance

to pay. Our next

Owen interrupted, his

eyes and glanced at the Saunders family with a dark edge to

guard against us now; we can’t just jump the gun.

call in the family tomorrow. We’ll round up all

once and for

her lip, her gaze flickering back to the concert

resentment.

Alexander might as well savor their last

morning light.

went off without a hitch,

I can’t thank you enough for

post–concert celebration, Wanda toasted Alexander and Amber,

and a touch of fear. “If it weren’t for Mister Kane stepping in, my concert would’ve been

disaster!”

and Amber finished off their wine with a smile and a shake of their

of the New Chesire Group, and

was the face of New Chesire’s

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