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

the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main edifice lay an old-fashioned

where Drake

retirement, focusing

by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp

stood by his side, heads bowed in deference,

of deep respect as they faced the elderly

silver-haired man

smile on his face. Across from him, a

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

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown

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the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

over. I’m curious to hear what

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed the

corners with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see

and keep silent

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

eyes, a shared

Mark, head of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s

kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry,

his steadfast pusher

upside down, but in

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

approached the man who had left their

de facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful

ten years. We wouldn’t

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

to

“Lately, over

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

their rough dealings with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

water, mulled over the name before dismissing the matter

wrist.

You can go

men looked at each other,

his wheelchair, bit down hard, his