His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0354

The sounds of bodles collapsing echoed in quick succession until the lobby fell into a deathly silence.

Moments before, the Ledger and Campbell families had strutted about with unchecked arrogance. In

an instant, their reign came to a catastrophic end. Their finest warrlors lay lifeless, their bodies strewn

across the ground in the time It takes to blink.

“George, Ray.”

Alexander’s expression remained as impassive as If he had swatted away a nuisance of ants. He

addressed the two men with a calm command, “Clean house.”

George and Ray shuddered, instantly grasping the gravity of the situation.

They were no strangers to that grim task.

The Ledger and Campbell familles, anyone even remotely connected to the incident, were to be dealt

with ruthlessly.

The innocents, those uninvolved children, women, and youths, were herded off to welfare institutions,

stripped of the Zabaleta family’s once–glittering prestige.

Alexander’s words rang true. By dawn, the Ledger and Campbell dynasties would be nothing more

than a memory, dissipated like mist.

The night at Zabaleta was far from tranquil.

The staff at Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel and the guests ousted by the Saunders family remained

oblivious to the night’s dark deeds.

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Only a few locals, peering from afar, caught a glimpse of the Zabaleta mayor’s official car leading a

convoy of police escorts. They made a brief appearance before vanishing into the night.

“Ledger family, Campbell family, no more!”

Four, five kilometers away, perched on the rooftop of a towering office skyscraper, Cingen peered

through his telescope at the distant Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel, his weathered face betraying a

slight tremor.

Night had fallen, yet the night vision scope cut through the darkness with undeniable clarity. The

armored police van below was a grim sight, filled with the lifeless bodies of the Ledger and Campbell

family members.

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Both prestigious families had been wiped out by Alexander.

“Alexander…” Roslyn, standing close to Cingen, clutched her own telescope, her face ashen. She

whispered, almost without realizing. “He took down the Ledgers and the Campbells. His strength is

downright chilling. But those familles… They had the backing of the northern tycoons.”

Cingen paused, his gaze drifting northward, eyes narrowing with thought.

After the fiasco Zabaleta caused, the northern power players must be in the loop by then.

Meanwhile, in the northern region of Regulus Windsur…

In a secluded, rustic estate, a cry of anguish shattered the night’s stillness. “Uncle! You have to avenge

us Campbells. We’re finished, just finished!”

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The source of the lament was a middle–aged man, his head wrapped in a white bandage, a bandage

that spoke of tragedy. He bore a striking resemblance to Harrey and was, in fact, the youngest son of

the Campbell patriarch, Viator.

In the chill of the northern Redwine estate, he stood alone, spared from the catastrophe that had

befallen his kin.

The news of his family’s ruin had just reached him, and he had come here in desperation, his tears the

only sound piercing the night’s silence. His last shred of hope lay with Harrey’s distant cousin, the

Redwine family of the north.

The night was heavy with secrets, and the estate lay eerily quiet, save for the sorrowful weeping of

Viator. What transpired in Zabaleta remained a mystery to all.

Rumors swirled–some whispered of a brutal clash among the three major families that had

caught the attention of the Zabaleta mayor. Others murmured that it was the shadowy hand of Ol‘ Mare

that had tipped the scales, aiding the Saunders family in their ruthless purge of the Ledger and

Campbell lines.

The northern tycoons were abuzz with speculation, and the Kane family was no exception. They were

the once–revered leaders of the four great families, the Kanes of the north.

“All the information is here, Mister Kane,” said a cloaked figure with a raspy voice, standing in the Kane

family’s study before a middle–aged man whose hair bore the marks of time.

“I’ve managed to uncover that the young master was indeed in Zabaleta when it all happened, but

there’s no concrete proof that he was behind the fall of the Ledgers and Campbells,” the cloaked man

reported.

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“It has to be him,” the head of the family replied, shaking his head with a wry smile. “No one else

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He paused, lost in thought, before adding softly. “I’ve heard he’s married now, to a girl named Amber.

And there’s my little granddaughter, Olivia…”

“Olivia, Olivia…”

The man in the cloak stood silent, waiting for the hush of the study to settle before he spoke again, his

voice a whisper. “Mister Kane, if you’re considering a visit to Ol‘ Mare, tomorrow

presents a chance.”

Caleb Kane, patriarch of the Kane family, shot a look at the cloaked figure. “I never mentioned wanting

to go to Ol‘ Mare… What’s this opportunity you’re talking about?”

“The Chesire family is hosting a gathering.”

With a respectful dip of his head, the cloaked man murmured. “They’re all kin to the young master. It’d

be the perfect time for you to meet your relatives. The most esteemed among them is the young

madam’s grandmother. You’ll need to call her ‘Missus Thompson“.”

Missus Thompson—

The words struck Caleb, his face clouding over with a sudden grimness. Minutes ticked by before his

features eased, and after a long silence, he whispered with a tinge of bitterness.

“Alex, Aro, forgive me…”

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