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.

high, dominating the city’s skyline. It

the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main edifice lay an old-fashioned

where Drake

focusing on

garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage,

stood by his side, heads bowed in deference,

as they

of Province Town, a silver-haired man in his early

face. Across from

both savoring their tea with evident

men waiting outside.

has grown deep. It’s time for your

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Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

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

nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion

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

and keep silent

Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll be the

locked eyes, a shared fear evident

were Mark, head of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s second

the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry,

his steadfast pusher

Town’s underworld upside down, but

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had

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

years. We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign

to

over at

of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire

rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

mulled over the name before dismissing the

wrist.

You can go

five men looked at each other, reluctant

his wheelchair, bit down