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

of their craft. The task was

circle: start a fire, nothing more. Nothing

center stage, but her companions had

meant only one thing…

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

4

his voice a whisper of

something unstoppable must’ve

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

Dead?

+15 BONOS

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

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

fall to Alexander

twisted with venom as she shot a hateful glance toward the

Alexander has to pay. Our

his calmness belying

the Saunders family

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

in the family tomorrow. We’ll round up all

and for

back to the concert

resentment.

savor their last night alive. They would be dead

morning light.

a

you

Wanda toasted Alexander and Amber,

touch of fear. “If it weren’t for Mister

disaster!”

finished off their wine with a smile and a shake

the New Chesire Group, and Wanda was

face of New Chesire’s ‘Crystal Elegance

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