Chapter 397
His Lordship Alexander Kane
âYou got them?â
At the front row of the concert venue, Amberâs face brightened as Alexander came back. âNo more
troublemakers, right? And...where did you take them?â
The dead need not be kept. They were to be discarded, forgotten.
âNo need to worry about that.â
Alexander kept it brief, tenderly taking his wifeâs hand with a reassuring smile. âAs long as Iâm here, no small-time troublemaker
can make a splash. The concertâs about to begin. Let's enjoy
the show.â
He then turned his attention to the main stage, silently waiting for Wandaâs entrance.
âIt's time!â
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. âWhy haven't the
Envoys made their move? Where's the fire? Why haven't they lit it up yet?â
Next to her, Owen lowered his binoculars and faced the two Envoys standing behind him. His
voice was grave. âAny ideas on what's happening?â
The Envoys exchanged a look, each reading the concern in the otherâs eyes. They were part of an elite group, the four Envoys,
each a master of their craft. The task was simple for two grandmasters of their fighting circle: start a fire, nothing more. Nothing
should have gone wrong.
Meanwhile, Wanda had taken center stage, but her companions had yet to ignite the flames. That meant only one thing...
âThey've failed!â declared the Golden Wolf, Owenâs ace in the hole.
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He bowed respectfully to Owen and Alice, his voice a whisper of unease. âIâm not sure what went down, but something
unstoppable mustâve happened.
âThey didnât start the fire, and they didnât come back. Itâs likely... they're dead.â
Dead?
+15 BONOS
The word hung in the air, Owen's expression darkened for a moment before he let out a slow. breath, his tone icy. âItâs safe to
assume Alexander Intervened... No, it wasnât just him. There had to be others. Those Envoys wouldn't fall to Alexander alone.â
Aliceâs face twisted with venom as she shot a hateful glance toward the concert. She turned back, teeth gritted. âOwen Alexander
has to pay. Our next move...â
âTake it easy,â Owen interrupted, his calmness belying the storm brewing within.
Owen narrowed his eyes and glanced at the Saunders family with a dark edge to his voice.
âAlexander is on guard against us now; we canât just jump the gun. Let's head back, and get some rest tonight. We'll call in the
family tomorrow. We'll round up all the Envoys and take Alexander
down once and for all!â
Alice bit her lip, her gaze flickering back to the concert venue, her face twisted with venomous
resentment.
Wanda and Alexander might as well savor their last night alive. They would be dead come
morning light.
Wandaâs solo concert went off without a hitch, wrapping up smoothly with no surprises.
âMister Kane, I canât thank you enough for what you did tonight!â
At 11 p.m., at the post-concert celebration, Wanda toasted Alexander and Amber, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and a touch
of fear. âIf it werenât for Mister Kane stepping in, my concert wouldâve been a disaster!â
Alexander and Amber finished off their wine with a smile and a shake of their heads.
Zimler Entertainment was a part of the New Chesire Group, and Wanda was not just one of their artistsâ-she was the face of New
Chesireâs âCrystal Elegance Skinâ skincare line.
Ascrew-up at her concert would have been a major blow to the whole New Chesire Group, so
nothing could be left to chance.
âSir Kane.â
The room was warm with laughter and the glow of wine as everyone cheered and clinked their glasses together.
Wandaâs gaze lingered on Alexander, worry etched in her eyes. She leaned in and whispered, They wonât come after us again,
will they? After everything thatâs happened with Alice and Owen?â
With a reassuring smile, Alexander nodded.
+15 BONOS
He took a moment to survey the room, his hand briefly resting on Amberâs before he rose from his
seat and strode toward the exit.
âLet's call it a night after the party,â he announced. âEveryone get some rest. Tomorrow, itâs
business as usual. And donât wait for me.â
With those final words, he vanished through the doorway.
Wanda blinked, taken aback. She turned to Amber with a tentative voice, âAmber, why is Sir Kane...
Amberâs cheeks were flushed with a mix of wine and pride as she stared at the empty doorway. She knew exactly what her
husband was up to.
Owen and Alice had made the grave mistake of crossing the New Chesire Group, and they would face Alexâs fury.
Her husband, Alexander, was about to make a very clear statement: the New Chesire Group was
untouchable.