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.

structure soared 140 stories high, dominating the city’s skyline. It sprawled across

the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main edifice

where Drake

retirement, focusing on personal

manor’s garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant

Three middle-aged men stood by his side, heads bowed in deference,

deep respect as they faced the

boss of Province Town, a silver-haired man

on his face. Across from him, a thin elder in a simple

their tea with

men waiting outside.

the night has grown

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Wilhelm tidled the

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

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

pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights of

Hardy will see you

and keep silent

Mister Hardy, and it’ll

men locked eyes, a shared fear evident in their

were Mark, head of the Hudson family,

of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry,

his steadfast pusher

underworld upside down, but in Drake’s presence,

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

who had left their world

facto leader, stepped forward with a

years. We wouldn’t

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Wilhelm beside

to

over at Ol’

The shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks,

with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

of water, mulled over the name before dismissing

wrist.

it. You

looked at each other, reluctant

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