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.

140 stories high, dominating

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

where Drake

retirement, focusing on personal

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

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

as they faced the elderly

Town, a silver-haired man in

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

savoring their

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown

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elder, Wilhelm

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

over. I’m curious to hear what they have

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed

dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy

and keep silent

else. Cross Mister Hardy, and

men locked eyes, a shared fear evident

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

the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry,

his steadfast pusher

Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

side, they approached the man who had left their world

with a respectful

years. We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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at Wilhelm beside him.

to

over at

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

dealings with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

name before dismissing the matter with

wrist.

You can go

at each other,

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