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His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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“Mister Xanthos, Miss Xanthos has gone to Ol‘ Mare.”

Callie’s private jet had just taken off.

Antonio Kane, dressed in a gray robe, walked quickly to the door of the Kane family’s study and

reported in a low voice, “Lately, all the tycoons have been speculating about Alexander’s identity. I’m

afraid they’re about to find out if Miss Xanthos is meeting Alexander!”

In the study, Caleb Kane held a thread–bound ancient book in his hands and slowly shook his

head. He figured that Callie’s trip to Ol‘ Mare was a minor matter; he knew his unworthy son could

handle it. The big problem was the mastermind of the conspiracy, the man who had been in

hiding.

“Antonio.” Caleb pondered for a long time and finally said in a low voice, “Even I have trouble

understanding Alexander’s strength. I have no idea where exactly he acquired those skills during the

six years he was missing; not even the Kane family could find out the slightest bit of

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information. It’s up to him if he wants to reveal his identity or continue to keep it a secret. We

don’t have to interfere.

“It’s this mysterious man who needs our attention.”

Antonio’s frail body was startled. He looked serious.

That man.

Although more than 30 years had passed since the incident, those who had survived that year had

remembered it in their hearts and would never forget it.

That man had not been in public for more than 30 years, yet they did not doubt that the man was

in hiding, plotting something.

He was a man to watch out for. Had he started any action, it would be out of control. Even the

Kane and Xanthos families would have no ability to stop.

“Nowadays, Alexander’s power has begun to take shape and has influenced the northern region.”

Caleb put down the thread–bound book he was holding and spoke in a low voice, “Alexander has not

revealed his identity so far, but I’m sure that person might’ve figured out something and is

waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

“Callie’s trip to Ol‘ Mare is a good opportunity.

“As long as that person reveals a little information about himself, I’m certain that we’ll be able to

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get him out of hiding.”

Antonio’s head remained lowered, his cloudy old eyes slowly narrowing. ‘Where exactly is this person

hiding?‘

At the same time, somewhere in the north, hundreds of miles away from the Kane family mansion, in

an ancient pavilion amidst lush mountains and forests…

A cloaked figure sat on a stone bench inside the pavilion, slowly stroking the mini harp on a table. He

looked at the two black–clothed men kneeling outside the pavilion and asked, “Did you find anything?”

Outside the pavilion, the two men in black looked at each other and reported in low voices, “Sir, we

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heard that Zane led the Yanker family to Ol‘ Mare after lan’s death, but he returned without success.

Upon his return, he refused to see anyone, so we were unable to pry for news.

“We’ve spied on the Yanker family, but no one knows exactly what happened. I’m afraid that only

Zane himself knows the exact reason.”

In the pavilion, the cloaked figure was silent for a moment before speaking softly, “This time, when

Callie travels to Ol‘ Mare, Alexander might make a move. Take this chance, then. You guys

know what to do.”

The two men in black bowed and replied respectfully in unison, “Yes!”

Then, they left.

“Alexander… The Kane and Xanthos families…” the cloaked figure whispered to himself. His

fingers gently plucked the strings of his mini harp. Soon, the sound of the harp tore through the silence,

channeling invisible power as dense as a net, cutting down the branches of the

surrounding trees in the dense forest.

When the sound of the harp faded, he was no longer in the pavilion. All that was left was the withered

maple leaf on the stone table where the mini harp had been.