His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0504 The murder and burial of Gerald sent shockwaves through the North. Every major player, including the top-tier families, sent their condolences to the Jess estate, all except the Redwine family.

The Redwine family, bolstered by the loyalty of lesser houses, had risen to the cusp of the elite, perfectly positioned to pay their respects at Gerald's funeral. Yet, the new patriarch, Frank Redwine, chose not to attend. He sat instead in the serene garden pavilion, his attention fixed on Alexander before him.

Clasped in Alexander's hand was a broken piece of an abacus, marked with half a maple leaf, a silent

testament to something unsaid. His gaze was composed as he questioned Frank, "What do you know about the Jess family?" Sweat beaded on Frank's brow. The night before, after Alexander's departure, their house had suffered = stealthy assault. Only Alexander's formidable prowess had averted disaster. Then, that sudden inquiry about the Jess family...

Frank did not allow himself to ponder the implications. He reported promptly, "The Jess family runs deep.

They've been a northern powerhouse for generations.

"Erick, the current head, is the oldest of three brothers. The second brother vanished years ago amidst a whirlwind of rumors. The most credible whispers

speak of his initiation into a secretive sect.

"Gerald, the third in line of the Jess family, was the quiet force behind their financial empire, a man who preferred the shadows to the spotlight. His death came as a shock to everyone." Frank's face went pale as a realization hit him. "Mister Kane, you don't mean... the assassin last night, it was..." "Yes, it was Gerald. The old-timers didn't trust computers for their books, and they were masters of the abacus.

However, who would have thought that a family like theirs would have a fighter of such caliber in their ranks and so well-hidden at that?" confirmed Alexander, toying with a broken piece of an abacus.

Frank's lips quivered, but no words came out.

The north was a treacherous place, its depths unfathomable.

To the public eye, even the mightiest of families boasted no more than a peak- level Grandmaster at their helm. : Yet, since the New Chesire Group had set its sights northward, five supreme grand martial had revealed themselves.

Who could claim the north lacked powerhouses? Surely, the elite families harbored secret weapons of terrifying power.

"Mister Kane, now that we know the Jess family is behind this, what should we do? Do we call in our best and take them down?" Frank said after a

moment's thought.

Destroy the Jess family? Alexander shook his head, a wry smile on his lips.

The Jess family's downfall was inevitable, but it was not the right time.

Under normal circumstances, Gerald's funeral would be anything but peaceful. However, this time, they would grant him a quiet burial. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Amber's mind was a whirlwind of anticipation as the group's latest product was on the brink of passing its final clinical trial. She was about to leave Ol' Mare for the north, where a personal mission awaited her, one she would not entrust to anyone else.

The following afternoon, Amber's

flight under the vast expanse of the Northern Airlines International Airport, a chartered jet from Ol. Mare touched down with precision. Rabeca Jervis and Ray were at her side as they descended the plane, whisked away through a secluded VIP passage, and ushered into the sleek company car that awaited them.

"Let's go," Amber commanded, settling into the plush back seat. She peered through the window at the sea of faces outside, a soft murmur escaping her lips, "Alex and I agreed on five o'clock. We've got an hour.

Let's make a beeline for the Xanthos Industrial Park." "Ineed a one-on-one with Callie Xanthos." The driver, sensing the urgency,

floored the accelerator, propelling them toward their destination. Ray, concern etching his brow, leaned in.

"Miss Cheshire, shouldn't we give Mister Kane a heads-up? He..." However, Amber's gentle shake of the head cut him off.

That journey was twofold: a long- awaited reunion with Alex and a crucial confrontation with Callie. The truth about her and Alex's relationship was a puzzle she was determined to solve.

They had barely left the airport's embrace when, unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure perched atop a | nearby hotel was watching. Clad in black, he clutched a spy gadget, his gaze locked on the departing car. In a swift motion, he dialed a number on

his phone.

"Mister Quidel, Amber has landed and is en route to meet Callie. Now's our chance to strike," he reported.