Chapter 352

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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“Grandpa, you have to listen to me,” Roslyn said, her voice low and firm. She gave a respectful nod to Cingen, then turned to

Harrey and Hank, her face a mix of beauty and regret. “Family heads, we've always stood together, but today’s an exception.”

“Whatever Mister Kane has done, we Saunders are done chasing ghosts. My cousin’s death is where it ends. If you two still want

to push this, count us out.”

She clutched Cingen’s wrist tightly, her grip unyielding.

“Roslyn, you...” Cingen’s weathered face registered shock. He glanced at Blaine’s empty hands, his eyes widening in realization.

His gaze darted around the room until it landed on the rough iron blade sticking out of the wall. A jolt went through him.

The battle blade, always at hand, was missing?

Mark had lost, and it was clear as day.

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Roslyn’s caution made sense then; they had butted heads before.

Blaine, the eldest, was a force to be reckoned with. Just how powerful was Alexander then?

Roslyn’s instincts were sharp. After all, she was the Saunders family’s top advisor. She knew exactly what battles to pick.

“Mr. Saunders.”

Hank and Harrey shared a look. With a raised eyebrow, they challenged, “In such a setting, you let a young lady speak out of

turn, and you just let it slide?”

“We're supposed to be tight, like family, the three of us. You’re going to let her silly words drive a wedge between the Saunders,

Ledger, and Campbell families?”

Cingen’s face tightened. He gave Roslyn a long, hard look. With a resigned smile, he bowed to Hank and Harrey. “I've spoiled

her rotten, always letting her speak her mind. My apologies for the spectacle.”

With a stern face, he turned to Roslyn and hissed, “You’re coming home with me this instant to think about what you’ve done!”

With that, he whisked the Saunders clan away.

“You...”

Hank and Harrey bit back their words, a glint of ice flashing in their eyes.

What was

Cingen playing at? He just up and left with the Saunders family in tow?

It looked like it was time for a shake-up with Zabaleta. The Saunders family’s name might just be struck off the list.

“Let's not worry about the Saunders family for now.”

Their eyes locked, and then both men turned their steely gaze back to Alexander.

“Alexander, Andrew’s taken his own life, haunted by his past. Was it you who talked about what happened five years ago?”

“Tell me, how do you want to meet your end? You've crossed the Ledger and Campbell families, you won't be walking out of

Zabaleta alive today.”

Oh?

Alexander just chuckled.

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The Saunders family had just thrown down the gauntlet, but at least they had the courtesy to be civil before showing their claws.

Their attitude was not completely out of line.

However, the Ledgers and Campbells were out for blood from the get-go. That was not just bad form; it was a death wish.

“What goes around comes around,” he mused.

Cradling his cup, he watched Hank and Harrey with a calm detachment and murmured, “Your kin

had it coming. Andrew avenged his sister and met a fitting end. As for you two, offer me ant apology now, and I’ll let bygones be

bygones.

“Take your time. Think it over. This is your one and only shot.”