Upon disembarking from the vehicle alongside Lord Pluto, Alexander was met with a chorus of salutes from the newly formed merger of the Xander Mercenaries, their respect palpable in the air.With a gracious smile adorning his face, Alexander returned the salute to his loyal comrades. Meanwhile, a quartet of individuals, comprising Isabelle, Damien, Terry, and Townsend, made their way toward the charismatic duo of Alexander and Lord Pluto.Isabelle, ever conscious of the company present, initially exhibited a degree of restraint in her demeanor, but Alexander, driven by the warmth of their reunion, paid no heed to the onlookers and proceeded to embrace Isabelle, reaffirming their strong bond.He gently murmured into her ear, "You've put in a tremendous amount of effort," his words soft and reassuring. After sharing a heartfelt embrace that lasted for approximately two minutes, he released her from their warm hug. Isabelle found herself inundated with a whirlwind of emotions, yet she
Alexander observed as Lord Pluto and his companions rose from the ground. Approaching them, he inquired, "Do you find yourselves persuaded?"Lord Pluto responded with a nod, lowering his head in acknowledgment. "Completely convinced," he affirmed.Terry and Townsend also signaled their agreement with affirmative nods. Isabelle, on the other hand, didn't need to express her belief; she had unwaveringly trusted Alexander from the beginning.Having settled the matter, Alexander addressed Isabelle with determination, saying, "There's no time for extensive preparations. Gather our people; we must march to battle immediately. Today, we shall seize control of Rhode Island."Isabelle responded with a nod, her smile reflecting her readiness, and she swiftly dispatched Terry and Townsend to carry out the orders.Alexander then turned to Lord Pluto, acknowledging the urgency, and said, "I'm certain your people are already preparing. Instead of coming here, they should head straight to where the
Alexander wore a confident smile as he responded, "In the event of a clash between our forces, the outcome would undoubtedly be in our favor. While it's true that both of our factions possess great strength, the critical distinction lies in my approach. I don't merely seek personal power; I am dedicated to empowering my people. Behind me stand formidable martial artists and skilled weapon users, all contributing to our collective might."Captain Tiger guffawed heartily in response, "Our troops, in essence, serve as expendable pawns and sacrificial lambs – or, to put it bluntly, they're our meatshields. As leaders, it's our duty for our people to be willing to lay down their lives for us. The caveat is that we rely on their sacrifices to keep our operations afloat. Yet, as long as Captain Skeleton and I maintain our personal strength, it's sufficient to strike fear into our adversaries. This, in turn, ensures that our men don't meet their end quite so easily."With a sarcastic clap, Al
The onslaught of attacks was directed at Alexander, but rather peculiarly, it appeared as though they merely struck an invisible barrier before vanishing into thin air. This unexpected turn of events washed over Isabelle with a profound sense of relief, momentarily alleviating her apprehensions. However, her newfound comfort was abruptly replaced by a more profound sense of concern as she observed Alexander, who remained motionless, with his eyes firmly shut in an unsettling manner."Young Master!" Isabelle cried out once more, her voice trembling with anxiety, but there was still no sign of response from him.Notifying Lord Pluto and the rest of the group, she swiftly attempted to rush to Alexander's aid. However, an insurmountable obstacle barred her path, a formidable and turbulent force akin to an unyielding gale, effectively halting her advance.In a synchronized effort, both Captain Tiger and Captain Skeleton also endeavored to reach Alexander's side, but they, too, found the
In the midst of the busy and bustling city streets of Fairview, a delivery scooter could be seen weaving in and out of traffic, its rider determined to make his deliveries on time. The delivery scooter's engine roared loudly as it accelerated, the rider expertly navigating through the sea of cars and pedestrians. The rider finally arrived at his intended location, a posh and luxurious hotel known as the "Hotel De Glamour". He carefully dismounted from his scooter, mindful not to harm the valuable package he held tightly in his grasp. The majestic architecture of the hotel impressed him as he walked towards the reception area, filling him with an overwhelming sense of wonder. As he approached the front desk, he announced his purpose, "Good day. I have a scheduled delivery to make. I need to drop off a package at the designated location." The receptionist, who exuded an air of sophistication responded, "Welcome to Hotel De Glamour sir. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I need to
Alexander's face was contorted with anger and hurt as he stared at his wife, Emily. He had never felt so betrayed in his life, and his heart was pounding with rage. "How could you do this to me?" he spat out, his voice thick with emotion. "After everything i've done for you, you still do something like this?" But instead of shrinking back in fear or remorse, Emily met his gaze with equal intensity, her own eyes blazing with fury. "What have you done for me?" she shot back, her voice trembling with anger. "You think just because married me, that means you own me? That you can control my every move?" Even though she had a strong suspicion that the young man in the room with her had intentionally arranged this situation, she no longer felt concerned as she knew that she had already been exposed. Alexander's mouth opened in protest, but Emily cut him off with a bitter laugh. "You don't even know what suffering is," she said, her voice dripping with bitterness. "Thanks to you, I'm a laug
A piercing screeching sound jolted Alexander's senses, as if a heavy vehicle was struggling to come to an abrupt stop. The sudden noise left him stunned and a sense of apprehension gripped him, causing him to question his impulsive decision to jump. Perhaps it wasn't the best choice after all, he thought to himself. Just as he was trying to collect his thoughts, a distinguished-looking and elegant man probably in his fifties emerged from the vehicle that had screeched to a halt. The man's authoritative voice boomed out, commanding him to stop. Alexander's heart raced with nervous energy as he watched the man approach him, wondering who he was. "Young master, it's time to take over the assets not the time to die" The well-dressed man approached Alexander, he executed a graceful bow, displaying a sense of respect and formality. "Why are you calling me 'young master'?" Alexander asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of suspicion. The well-dressed man let out a weary si
After laying eyes on his birth certificate and a handful of other official documents that confirmed his identity, Alexander was left in a state of utter shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was it really possible that he was who these papers said he was? Turning to Jameson, the butler of the Greece family, he posed the question that was on his mind: "Is it really true? Am I really...?" Jameson replied with a solemn nod, as if he understood the gravity of the situation better than anyone. Alexander was filled with a jumble of different emotions, unable to process them all at once. One moment, he had been living a life of poverty, feeling like there was no hope left and was about to end it all, in the next he was being told that he was the heir to one of the most powerful families in the entire country. It was difficult to put into words just how much this revelation had upended Alexander's life. The implications were staggering. He was overwhelmed by the weight of resp