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.

soared 140 stories high, dominating the city’s

and behind the main

where Drake

focusing

garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant

men stood by his side, heads bowed in deference, all

of deep respect as they faced the

boss of Province Town, a silver-haired man in his

his face. Across from him, a thin elder in

shared in the easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident pleasure, oblivious

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown deep.

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Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with

below. “Should I send them away? They’ve been on their

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to hear what they

pavilion and addressed the

grunt. “Mister Hardy will

and keep silent

Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll be

men locked eyes, a shared

family, Raine, the Schneider

underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair, and

his steadfast pusher

upside down,

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who

with a respectful bow. “Boss,

We wouldn’t normally

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at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

shake-up of Ol’

their rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

over the name before dismissing the matter

wrist.

You can

at each

bit down hard, his