His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 507

Chapter 0507 Amber and Callie turned ashen. They had braced themselves for the dangers of their high-stakes business world, including assassination and extortion Death did not scare them like it did most.

However, their beauty was their pride, and they valued their honor more than life itself. They would rather die on the spot than let those brutes sully their names.

"Vischer!" After her heart skipped a beat, Callie looked up with fierce determination.

"You know who I am, and you know how fearsome the Xanthos family is! If you back off now, I can make it worth your while with shares and plenty of

other benefits!" "Let me and Miss Chesire go, and I swear on my honor, the Xanthos family won't come after you!" Trying to make a deal? Laughable! "You think you can still turn this around at this point? You're delusional!" Vischer laughed mockingly, signaling to the eight Jess family elites with a wicked grin. "Guys, we've got two beauties here, enjoy yourselves! "Just don't go overboard. We need them to cough up the killer's name! If they won't talk... Well, then have fun.

I'll be the one to slice their throats!"

-, CTE With a whoosh, the Jess family's finest were all eyes and grins, lunging at Callie and Amber, ready to take them down.

"Stay back!" In that instant, Amber cried out, yanking a sleek dagger from her dress Pocket and pressing it to her neck with unwavering resolve. "I'd rather die than be defiled by you!" She then turned to Callie, her expression tinged with sorrow. "Miss Xanthos, I'm sorry, there's only one dagger... If you make it out, tell Alex I loved him!" She drew the blade across her neck in a swift, fierce motion, However, the blood that flew was not Amber's, It was Vischer's!

Everyone, including the stoic butler, Quidel, had not noticed anything except for Amber. She felt the unmistakably warm, strong hand clasping her wrist, deftly relieving her of the dagger she held.

With a swift flick of his wrist, the dagger's cold and shimmering blade sliced through the air in a swift arc, too quick for the eye to follow. It was like a bolt of lightning and pierced Vischer's throat with ease.

"Alex, my Alex!" Amber's eyes welled up at the sight of the young man by her side, and tears cascaded down her cheeks.

It was him, her husband, her Alexander You're up to your antics again."

Alexander, then by Amber's side, had dropped his right arm, his left hand tenderly holding hers. His eyes were soft with affection, tinged with a touch of exasperation. "I was supposed to pick you up. Why did you sneak off early to meet with Callie? "Don't you realize how worried I was?" Amber shivered, then lunged into Alexander's embrace, her tears drenching his shirt.

He was upset, but not with anger but with concern. He had rescued her yet again, his heart ached for her, his mind fraught with worry.

"Alex, my dear..." Callie, standing to the side, watched the couple's tender reunion, her

expression not one of relief but deepened with sorrow.

It dawned on her.

In his eyes, there was only room for Amber, his wife. Their bond left no space for another, not for a childhood sweetheart, not for a playmate from days gone by...

She had lost.