His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 406

Chapter 0406

The three major families put on quite the spectacle, sending shockwaves through the norther tycoons,

It was the talk of the town.

In just a single night, the buzz from the Redwine family had everyone talking. The noble families of the

north had only one thing on their minds.

With nine Grandmasters stepping onto the scene, Ol‘ Mare Zabaleta was staring down the barrel

of a gun!

“The three major families are dead set this time. Ol‘ Mare Alexander, Zabaleta Roslyn… Looks Ike

they’re in for a rough ride!”

“Owen Redwine, the second–born of the Redwine family, was rumored to have met his demise at

Alexander’s hand. It was only expected that the Redwine family would retaliate, but no one anticipated

the sheer magnitude of their vengeance.

“Alexander, Roslyn… If you ask me, they’re definitely going to run for it, head overseas to dodge

the bullet. If they don’t, they’re as good as dead.”

The consensus was uncanny, everyone agreed.

Old Mare Alexander and Roslyn Zabaleta stood no chance against the might of the three major

families.

“Roslyn, you have to listen to me this time!”

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Late into the following night, at the Zabaleta’s Saunders family estate.

Blaine, with a crude iron blade strapped to his side, fixed his bloodshot gaze on Roslyn, who was

seated on the couch. “The three major families are bearing down on us, led by nine

Grandmasters. We’re outmatched. Our only option is to run!

“Before they get here, you need to take the young ones and get out of the country. The three major

families won’t be able to touch you once you’re abroad.”

Roslyn pursed her lips in silence.

She might have been a woman, but as the reigning matriarch, her choices were critical to the Saunders

family’s fate. At such a pivotal moment, there was no room for error.

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To stand and fight, or to flee?

One wrong decision would render the Saunders family into nothing but dust.

“Dad.”

Roslyn’s hands balled into tight fists, her voice barely above a whisper. “If you take charge of our

Saunders family’s elite squad, throw everything we’ve got into the fray, along with Mister Kane, George,

and Ray… If we go all out against the three major families, do we stand a chance?”

Blaine ran his fingers over the worn hilt of his saber, his silence hanging heavy before he replied with a

grimace. “Honestly…our odds are less than slim.

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“You haven’t faced a Grandmaster in combat. You can’t imagine how terrifying they are, especially the

Quickle brothers with their flawless teamwork, moving in perfect sync. I doubt I could withstand even

one of their strikes. And Mister Kane, for all his strength…”

He trailed off, giving Roslyn a slow, meaningful shake of his head. It was clear what he thought.

Sure, Alexander was tough, but he was no match for the Quickle brothers. Moreover, they were not

the only threat. Six other Grandmasters were with them!

“Is there really no hope for the Saunders family this time?” Roslyn murmured, her eyes shut tight

as tears traced her cheeks.

Sometimes the odds were just too overwhelming.

No matter how hard she fought, how stubbornly she refused to yield, what could she do when faced

with the might of the three major families‘ nine Grandmasters?

It was like trying to smash a rock with an egg–all she got was a mess and a headache.

Blaine approached Roslyn with a heavy heart, his face etched with agony. “The Saunders family has

worked tirelessly for years to build what we have. I can’t bear to let it go.

“You know as well as I do, if the nine Grandmasters show up, we won’t stand a chance of escaping. We

need to act now, before they get here. You have to…”

His words were cut off as an ominous presence loomed outside.

Nine formidable presences, unmasked and oppressive, descended upon the Saunders family estate

like a storm cloud, casting a shadow over the grand villa,

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A mere 200 meters away, nine figures stood in a line, their movements deceptively slow yet

unbelievably swift. In just a few strides, they were at the gates.

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The three major families, the nine Grandmasters.

“Everyone, hear me loud and clear!”

Tristan Quickle, the formidable leader of the Quickle family, just a hair’s breadth from becoming an

overlord, brandished his circular alloy blade and with one fierce swing, the Saunders‘ gate was

no more. His voice boomed like thunder across the estate.

“Give us Roslyn, and the rest of you leave Zabaleta for good. “Refuse, and the Saunders will never

know peace again.”

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