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

twenty-plus football fields, and behind

where Drake

retirement, focusing

manor’s garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp suit pushed

middle-aged men stood by his side, heads bowed

respect as they faced the elderly

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

smile on his face. Across

their tea with evident

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown

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elder, Wilhelm tidled the

I send them away? They’ve been on their feet for

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious to hear what they

the pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights

Hardy will see you

and keep silent

all else. Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll be

eyes, a shared fear

were Mark, head of the Hudson family, Raine, the

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

his steadfast pusher

Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who had left their world a decade

facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been

ten years. We wouldn’t normally

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for a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing

to

over

of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New

and their rough dealings with Alexander. He left no

“Alexander?”

water, mulled over the name before dismissing the matter with

wrist.

You can

at each other, reluctant

his wheelchair, bit down hard,