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.

dominating the city’s skyline. It

twenty-plus football fields, and behind the

where Drake

focusing on

a pavillon shaded by verdant

by his side, heads bowed in deference, all

deep respect as

Province Town, a silver-haired

face. Across from him,

conversation, both savoring their tea with evident pleasure,

men waiting outside.

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

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the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to

pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights

Hardy will see you now. Speak only what’s

and keep silent

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

locked eyes, a shared fear

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

of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair, and

his steadfast pusher

they could turn Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in Drake’s

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

side, they approached the man who had left their

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

ten years. We

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paused for a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign of anger, he

to

over at Ol’

the whole saga. The shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire Group’s rise

their rough dealings with Alexander. He left no stone

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You can go

at each other, reluctant

of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face twisted with