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 across

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

where Drake

retirement, focusing

a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp suit

men stood by his side, heads bowed in deference,

deep respect as they faced

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

serene smile on his face. Across from him, a thin elder in a simple

easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident pleasure,

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown deep.

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

send them away? They’ve been on

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

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

pavilion and addressed

with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now.

and keep silent

else. Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll be the last

locked eyes, a shared fear evident in

Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s

the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to his

his steadfast pusher

Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in Drake’s presence, they

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

approached the man who had

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

years. We wouldn’t normally

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moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign

to

over at

out the whole saga. The shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s

rough dealings with Alexander.

“Alexander?”

mulled over the name

wrist.

it. You

looked at each other, reluctant to

his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face