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.

structure soared 140 stories high, dominating the city’s

fields, and

where Drake

retirement, focusing on

by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp suit pushed

stood by his side,

respect as they faced the elderly

Town, a silver-haired man in

face. Across from him, a thin elder

their tea with evident pleasure, oblivious to

men waiting outside.

night has grown deep. It’s time for your

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the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

“Invite them over. I’m curious to hear what

Wilhelm approached the pavilion

Hardy will see

and keep silent

else. Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll be

a shared fear evident

Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s second in

the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair, and

his steadfast pusher

Province Town’s underworld upside down,

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had left their

forward with a respectful

years. We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign of anger, he

to

“Lately, over at

the whole saga. The shake-up of Ol’

with Alexander. He left no stone

“Alexander?”

the name

wrist.

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looked at each other,

his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face twisted