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.

140 stories high, dominating the city’s

football fields, and behind the main edifice lay an old-fashioned

where Drake

retirement, focusing on

by verdant foliage, a man in

middle-aged men stood by his

respect as they

a silver-haired man in his

face. Across from him, a thin

both savoring their

men waiting outside.

has grown deep. It’s time for

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elder, Wilhelm tidled the

men below. “Should I send them away? They’ve been on their

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

Drake whispered, “Invite them over.

Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed

“Mister Hardy will see you

and keep silent

and it’ll be the

men locked eyes, a shared fear evident in their

of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s second

reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to his

his steadfast pusher

upside down, but in Drake’s presence, they

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

man who had left their

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

ten years. We wouldn’t normally

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moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

the whole saga. The shake-up of

their rough dealings with Alexander. He left no

“Alexander?”

over the name before dismissing the matter with

wrist.

it. You can

looked at each other,

wheelchair, bit down hard, his face twisted with