His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0195

After exiting the bar, Alexander zipped away in his Porsche. Within minutes, they were checking into

the sleek Lifestyle Hotel.

“Brother-in-law,” Yaser said, steadying the young woman. He fished a phone from her purse, unlocked

it with her fingerprint, and scrolled through the contacts before handing it over with a rueful grin. “Check

this out.”

Alexander eyed the phone screen, his expression flickering with surprise.

The contacts were a roll call of whimsical monikers-Pikatchoo. Ultroman, Fairy… They looked like

buddies.

from a chat room, not a single traditional name in sight.

“Kids these days, huh?”

Alexander shook his head with a smile, pulled out his phone from his pocket, took a frontal photo of the

girl,

and edited a multimedia message before sending it off.

[To: Maxine Griffith]

The message was brief and to the point. [Find out who this person is, get her family’s contact info, and

do it

now!]

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In just under three minutes, Alexander’s phone buzzed with a response from Maxine, the Duke of War.

[Her name is Acela Hardy, 22 years old. Her dad’s Drake Hardy, also known as Mister Hardy. Used to

run things in Woolpackton’s shadows. His personal cell is…]

“She’s Mister Hardy’s daughter?”

Alexander eyed the text, then looked over at the young woman still groggy from her night out. After a

moment’s thought, he dialed the number Maxine dug up, using Acela’s phone to reach out to Drake.

At the Tormora Festival, right in the bustling heart of Woolpackton, stood the Rectewald Mall-the

biggest entertainment complex around.

stories high, dominating the city’s skyline.

fields, and

where Drake

his retirement, focusing

beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp

his side, heads bowed in deference,

as they faced the elderly

a silver-haired man in his early

serene smile on his face. Across from him, a thin

the easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s time for

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the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with a

the men below. “Should I send them away? They’ve been on their feet for more

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

“Invite them over. I’m curious

pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights of

“Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak only

and keep silent

all else. Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll be the last

locked eyes, a shared

of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s

of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry,

his steadfast pusher

underworld upside down, but in Drake’s presence,

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

who had left

leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been out of

We

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at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

out the whole saga. The shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire Group’s

rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

glass of water, mulled over the name before dismissing

wrist.

it. You

five men looked at

of his wheelchair, bit down