His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0540 'Nephew? When you sent the deaf Martial Power and the four apex grandmasters and teamed up with the seven great families to sneak up on Alexander, did you think of him as your nephew then?" I Caleb pretended to be confused. He put down the thread-bound book and looked at Ywain, surprised. ""Ywain, you've confused me even more. What nephew? If he were your nephew, how could he possibly betray the Xanthos family? "You must be joking. I have something to do for the Kane family, so I can't stay here with you!" Caleb stood up from the antique chair and motioned to leave the study.

"Caleb!" With the Xanthos family's safety at " stake, Ywain no longer cared about his appearance. He dropped his other knee to be on both knees and pleaded.

"Alexander is your son, isn't he?" "Please, Caleb. As long as you can tell him to leave the Xanthos family alive...

Caleb, Callie adores Alexander. They had a marriage contract when they were younger. We're like family!" Finally, Ywain brought up the subject! Caleb paused, looked down at Ywain, shook his head, and laughed. "Ywain, I finally got you. So, you're talking about Alexander from Ol' Mare! "I'also have concerns about this young man. He's young and talented,

exquisite in martial arts, but unfortunately, he's nothing more than someone who shares the same name as that rebellious son of mine! My son died in the wilderness 15 years ago.

How could he be Alexander of Ol' Mare?" Same name, same surname.

Ywain laughed bitterly.

Why bother? What was the point of begging Caleb? Even if Caleb played dumb, he could not change the facts! Caleb had no intention of disowning Alexander but instead chose to remain idle and allow the Xanthos family to die! "When you mentioned Alexander, I remembered something." Caleb looked at the distraught Ywain,

and the smile on his face widened. "I heard that Alexander holds 60 percent of the Callie Group's shares and has the power to make important decisions! And he is now at the Callie Group with Amber to dismiss all the employees. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"What a waste of Callie's efforts. Such a pity!" Ywain trembled. He jumped to his feet, his face pale. "No, that is impossible! The Callie Group's assets exceed 100 billion. How can Alexander destroy them? Where's Callie? Where's Callie? I know she's here. Tell her to come to me!" They were in the Kane family mansion, not the Xanthos family mansion. Caleb no longer felt sympathy for Ywain. His face became cold, "Ywain, last night, a

peak Martial Power used the melody of his mini harp to suppress the entire Kane family. Why is that?" = "There's no going back on spoken words and actions taken. Callie was affected by the music and is now recovering in my mansion. Ywain, please go. I will not see you off!" Caleb left without looking back at Ywain! "A mini harp? Master! It must be the Black Maple Master!" Ywain stood still, staring at Caleb's back, before turning and running as fast as he could out of the Kane family mansion. He jumped into a private helicopter and flew northwest.

The Inkstone Mountain Range was located there, as was the Black Maple

Organization's leader! Meanwhile, in the Kane family's guest room.

Callie sat near the head of the bed, watching a news report on her phone about the Callie Group laying off employees. Tears welled in her eyes.

Her entire life's work with the Callie Group was gone! Destroyed by her beloved husband! "Callie." Caleb gently knocked on the door to the guest room and said softly, "The Xanthos family is the Xanthos family, and you are you. I will not make it difficult for you; you may leave whenever you want.

"For your sake, I've already given the head of the Xanthos family a chance, and he has finally revealed his connection to the Black Maple Organization. Please don't blame me.

You should know I made a grave mistake back then, and my rebellious son—" He sighed.

Caleb's face sank, and he said nothing else, Then he turned to leave.

"Alexander..." Callie sobbed quietly. After a long time, she picked up her phone and typed a text message with trembling fingers, pausing for about ten minutes before sending it.

It was only one sentence.

[Mr. Kane, please have mercy on us.)