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 skyline. It sprawled

football fields, and behind the

where Drake

focusing on

manor’s garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp

stood by his

of deep respect as they faced the

Province Town, a silver-haired man

shaded pavilion, a serene smile on his face. Across from

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

men waiting outside.

night has grown deep. It’s time for

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Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with a gentle

send them away? They’ve been

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

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

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed the five

Hardy will see you now.

and keep silent

else. Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll

men locked eyes, a shared fear evident

family, Raine, the Schneider family’s second in

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

his steadfast pusher

Town’s underworld upside

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

who had left their world a

with a respectful

years. We wouldn’t normally

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a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing

to

over at

The shake-up of Ol’

their rough dealings with

“Alexander?”

cradling a glass of water, mulled over the name before dismissing the matter with a flick of

wrist.

You can

looked at each other,

arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his