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.

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

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

where Drake

his retirement, focusing on personal

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

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

of deep respect as

silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged in

on his face. Across from him,

in the easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident pleasure, oblivious to

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s

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slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set

the men below. “Should I send them away? They’ve been on their feet

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to

Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed

Hardy will see you now. Speak only

and keep silent

else. Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll

shared

head of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider

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

his steadfast pusher

could turn Province Town’s underworld upside

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

they approached the man who had left their

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

We wouldn’t

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paused for a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him.

to

over at Ol’

of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire Group’s

rough dealings with Alexander. He left no

“Alexander?”

a glass of water, mulled over the name before dismissing the matter with

wrist.

it. You can

men looked at each other, reluctant to

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