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.

stories high, dominating the city’s skyline.

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

where Drake

retirement, focusing on

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

middle-aged men stood by his side,

deep respect as they faced the elderly

a silver-haired man in his early sixties,

face. Across from him, a thin elder in

shared in the easy conversation, both savoring their tea with

men waiting outside.

the night has grown deep. It’s

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slender elder, Wilhelm tidled

the 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. I’m curious to hear what

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights

grunt. “Mister Hardy will see

and keep silent

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

locked eyes, a shared fear evident in their

the Hudson family,

kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to

his steadfast pusher

upside

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

they approached the man who had left their world

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

years. We

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

to

over at Ol’

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

rough dealings with Alexander.

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You

five men looked at

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