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

of twenty-plus football fields, and behind

where Drake

focusing

garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant

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

as they faced the

once-revered boss of Province Town, a silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged in

shaded pavilion, a serene smile on his face. Across from him,

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

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s time for your

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slipped by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with a gentle

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious to hear what

pavilion and addressed

corners with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak

and keep silent

Mister Hardy, and it’ll be the last thing you

locked eyes, a shared fear evident in their

were Mark, head of the Hudson family,

underworld, Harry, bound to

his steadfast pusher

underworld upside down, but

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

side, they approached the man who had left their world a decade

forward with a respectful bow.

We wouldn’t

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a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

saga. The shake-up of Ol’

with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

name before

wrist.

it. You can go

five men looked at each other, reluctant

down hard, his