His Lordship Alexander Kane

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?”

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

four Envoys, each a master of their craft. The task was simple

nothing more. Nothing

center stage, but her companions had yet to ignite the

meant only one thing…

declared the Golden Wolf, Owen’s ace in the

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his voice a whisper

but something unstoppable must’ve

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

Dead?

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

Alexander Intervened… No, it wasn’t just him.

Envoys wouldn’t fall

with venom as she shot a

to

interrupted, his calmness

and glanced at the Saunders family with a

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on guard against us now; we can’t just jump the gun. Let’s head back, and

tomorrow. We’ll round up all the

and for all!”

her lip, her gaze flickering back to the concert venue,

resentment.

and Alexander might as well savor their last night alive.

morning light.

concert went off without a

can’t thank you enough for what you did

p.m., at the post–concert celebration, Wanda toasted

gratitude 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

was a part of the New Chesire Group, and

was the face of New Chesire’s