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

football fields, and behind the main edifice lay

where Drake

focusing on personal

beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage,

by his side, heads bowed in deference,

respect as they

Province Town, a silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged

pavilion, a serene smile on his face. Across

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

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown deep. It’s time

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elder, Wilhelm

them away? They’ve been on their

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious to

the pavilion and addressed the

Hardy will see

and keep silent

Hardy, and it’ll be the last

a shared

family, Raine, the Schneider family’s second

Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to

his steadfast pusher

they could turn Province Town’s underworld upside down,

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

they approached the man who had left their world a

with a

ten years. We

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glance at Wilhelm beside him.

to

“Lately, over

shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy

their rough dealings with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

of water, mulled over the name before dismissing the matter with a

wrist.

it. You can

at each other, reluctant to

bit down