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.

massive structure soared 140 stories high, dominating the city’s skyline. It sprawled across

and

where Drake

his retirement, focusing

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

Three middle-aged men stood by his side, heads bowed

deep respect as they faced

once-revered boss of Province Town, a silver-haired man in his early sixties,

his face. Across from him, a thin

in the easy conversation, both savoring their

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s time for your

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by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the

the men below. “Should I send them away? They’ve

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

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

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion

Hardy will see you now. Speak only what’s

and keep silent

and it’ll be the last

shared fear

the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s

Woolpackton’s underworld,

his steadfast pusher

Town’s underworld upside down, but

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had left their world

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

We

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a glance at Wilhelm beside him.

to

over

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

dealings with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

name before dismissing the matter with

wrist.

it. You

men looked at each

gripping the arms of his wheelchair, bit down