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

where Drake

retirement, focusing

a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp suit

stood by his side, heads bowed

as

once-revered boss of Province Town, a silver-haired man

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

both savoring their tea

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown deep. It’s

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by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea

them away? They’ve been

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

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

Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights

with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak only what’s

and keep silent

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

shared

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

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

his steadfast pusher

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

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

side, they approached the man who had

forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been

years. We wouldn’t normally

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Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy

with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

water, mulled over the name before

wrist.

You can go

men looked at each

of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face twisted