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.

dominating

of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main edifice lay

where Drake

retirement, focusing

pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp

by his side, heads bowed in

of deep respect as they faced

Province Town, a silver-haired man

Across from him, a

the easy conversation, both savoring their tea

men waiting outside.

the night has grown

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by until the slender elder, Wilhelm

them away? They’ve been

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

whispered, “Invite them over. I’m

Wilhelm approached the pavilion

Hardy will see you

and keep silent

Mister Hardy, and

eyes, a shared fear evident in their

the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider

kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld,

his steadfast pusher

Town’s underworld upside down, but in

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

approached the man who had left their world a decade

facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve

years. We wouldn’t

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

to

over

shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire Group’s rise

rough dealings with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

mulled over the name before dismissing the matter with a

wrist.

You can go

at each other,

his wheelchair, bit down hard,