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

football fields, and behind the

where Drake

focusing

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

stood by his side, heads bowed

as they faced the elderly

a silver-haired man

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

easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident pleasure,

men waiting outside.

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by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious

approached the pavilion and addressed

with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will

and keep silent

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

shared fear evident

of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s

Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair,

his steadfast pusher

Town’s underworld upside down, but in

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

they approached the man who had left

a respectful

years. We

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

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

whole saga. The shake-up of Ol’

and their rough dealings with

“Alexander?”

mulled over the name before dismissing the matter with a flick of

wrist.

You

five men looked at each

gripping the arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard,