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.

high, dominating the city’s skyline. It sprawled across

size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind

where Drake

retirement, focusing on

garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man

stood by his side, heads bowed

of deep respect as

Town, a silver-haired man in his

face. Across from him,

savoring their tea with evident

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s

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slipped by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with

away? They’ve been

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

“Invite them over. I’m curious

pavilion and addressed the five

corners with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see

and keep silent

and it’ll

eyes, a shared fear evident in their

of the Hudson family, Raine, the

Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound

his steadfast pusher

upside down, but in

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had left their world a

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

We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him.

to

“Lately, over

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

rough dealings with Alexander. He left no stone

“Alexander?”

of water, mulled over the name before

wrist.

You can go

at

the arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his