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.

dominating the city’s skyline. It sprawled across

fields, and behind the main edifice lay an

where Drake

focusing on personal

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

middle-aged men stood by his side, heads

of deep respect as

a silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged

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

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

men waiting outside.

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the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over.

pavilion and

grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak only

and keep silent

Mister Hardy, and it’ll be

eyes, a shared fear evident in

of the Hudson family, Raine, the

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

his steadfast pusher

could turn Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in Drake’s presence,

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

approached the man who had left their world a

a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been out of the

We wouldn’t

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a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm

to

over at Ol’

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

with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

cradling a glass of water, mulled over the name before

wrist.

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five men looked at each other,

gripping the arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face