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

the size of twenty-plus football fields, and

where Drake

retirement, focusing

garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a

stood by his side, heads

as

a silver-haired man in his

Across from him, a thin elder in a simple

both savoring their tea with evident pleasure,

men waiting outside.

night has grown deep.

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

away? They’ve been on their

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to hear what they have to

pavilion

Hardy will see you now. Speak only what’s

and keep silent

Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll be the

a shared fear

the Hudson family,

kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld,

his steadfast pusher

Town’s underworld upside down, but in Drake’s

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

they approached the man who had

leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Boss,

years. We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

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

their rough dealings with Alexander. He left no

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

it. You

looked at each other, reluctant

his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face