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

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

where Drake

his retirement, focusing

the manor’s garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage,

Three middle-aged men stood by his

deep respect as

a silver-haired man in

face. Across from him,

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

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s time

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Wilhelm tidled the

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to hear what

approached the pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights of

grunt. “Mister Hardy will see

and keep silent

Hardy, and

eyes, a shared

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

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

his steadfast pusher

upside

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had

a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been out

ten years. We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

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

their rough dealings with Alexander. He left no

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

it. You can go

looked at each other,

of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his