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

the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the

where Drake

his retirement, focusing on personal

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

stood by his side, heads bowed in deference, all

respect as they

a silver-haired

Across from him, a thin elder in a simple

the easy conversation, both savoring their tea

men waiting outside.

has grown deep. It’s time

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

them away? They’ve been on their feet for more

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

“Invite them over. I’m

approached the pavilion and addressed the

a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see

and keep silent

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

locked eyes, a shared fear evident

head of the Hudson family, Raine,

reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry,

his steadfast pusher

could turn Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

man who had left their world a

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

ten years. We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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

to

over at Ol’

saga. The shake-up of

with

“Alexander?”

name

wrist.

You can

at each other,

the arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face twisted with