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

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

where Drake

his retirement, focusing

manor’s garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man

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

as

once-revered boss of Province Town, a silver-haired man

on his face. Across from

both savoring their tea with evident pleasure, oblivious

men waiting outside.

grown

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slipped by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

“Invite them over. I’m curious

approached the pavilion and addressed the five

dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy

and keep silent

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

a shared fear evident in their

were Mark, head of the Hudson family,

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

his steadfast pusher

upside down, but in Drake’s presence, they

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had left

the de facto leader, stepped forward with a

ten years. We wouldn’t normally

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stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign

to

over at

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

their rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

water, mulled over the name before

wrist.

You

looked at each

arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard,