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.

stories high, dominating the

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

where Drake

retirement, focusing

pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a

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

deep respect as

a silver-haired man in his

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

savoring their

men waiting outside.

the night has grown deep. It’s time for

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

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

a warm smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over. I’m

approached the pavilion and addressed

a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see

and keep silent

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

eyes, a shared fear evident

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

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

his steadfast pusher

upside down,

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who

with a respectful bow. “Boss,

We wouldn’t

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

to

over

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

their rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

glass of water, mulled over the name before

wrist.

it. You

men looked at each other, reluctant

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