His Lordship Alexander Kane

“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?”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

The Envoys exchanged a look, each reading the concern in the other’s 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... “They've failed!” declared the Golden Wolf, Owen’s ace in the hole. 4

He bowed respectfully to Owen and Alice, his voice a whisper of unease. “I’m not sure what went down, but something unstoppable must’ve happened.

“They didn’t start the fire, and they didn’t come back. It’s likely... they're dead.” 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. “It’s safe to assume Alexander Intervened... No, it wasn’t just him. There had to be others. Those Envoys wouldn't fall to Alexander alone.”

Alice’s face twisted with venom as she shot a hateful glance toward the concert. She turned back, teeth gritted. “Owen Alexander has to pay. Our next move...”

“Take it easy,” 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.

“Alexander is on guard against us now; we can’t 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!”

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.

Wanda’s solo concert went off without a hitch, wrapping up smoothly with no surprises. “Mister Kane, | can’t thank you enough for what you did tonight!”

At 11 p.m., at the post-concert celebration, Wanda toasted Alexander and Amber, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and a touch of fear. “If it weren’t for Mister Kane stepping in, my concert would’ve been a disaster!”

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 artists—-she was the face of New Chesire’s ‘Crystal Elegance Skin‘ 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.

“Sir Kane.” The room was warm with laughter and the glow of wine as everyone cheered and clinked their glasses together.

Wanda’s gaze lingered on Alexander, worry etched in her eyes. She leaned in and whispered, They won’t come after us again, will they? After everything that’s happened with Alice and Owen?”

With a reassuring smile, Alexander nodded.

+15 BONOS

He took a moment to survey the room, his hand briefly resting on Amber’s before he rose from his seat and strode toward the exit.

“Let's call it a night after the party,” he announced. “Everyone get some rest. Tomorrow, it’s business as usual. And don’t wait for me.”

With those final words, he vanished through the doorway.

Wanda blinked, taken aback. She turned to Amber with a tentative voice, “Amber, why is Sir Kane...

Amber’s 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 Alex’s fury. Her husband, Alexander, was about to make a very clear statement: the New Chesire Group was

untouchable.