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.

140 stories high, dominating the

of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the

where Drake

focusing

garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant

stood by his side, heads bowed in

of deep respect as they faced the elderly

Town, a silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged in

on his face. Across from

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

men waiting outside.

the night has grown deep. It’s time for

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slipped by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with a gentle

away?

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

a warm smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious to hear what

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed the five

corners with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak only what’s

and keep silent

and

eyes, a shared fear evident in

Hudson family, Raine,

underworld, Harry, bound to

his steadfast pusher

underworld upside down, but

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

approached the man who had left their world a decade

forward with a

We wouldn’t normally

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a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him.

to

“Lately, over

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

and their rough dealings with Alexander. He left no

“Alexander?”

glass of water, mulled over the name

wrist.

You can

five men looked at each other, reluctant

wheelchair, bit down hard,