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 city’s skyline. It sprawled

size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the

where Drake

retirement, focusing

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

men stood by his side, heads bowed in deference, all

respect as

silver-haired

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

savoring their tea with evident

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s time

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

I send them away? They’ve been

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

over. I’m curious to hear what they have

Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed the five

grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you

and keep silent

Hardy, and it’ll be the last

locked eyes, a shared fear evident in their

Hudson family,

the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound

his steadfast pusher

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

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

who

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

ten years. We wouldn’t normally

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stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing

to

“Lately, over at

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

rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

water, mulled over the name before dismissing the matter with a flick

wrist.

You can go

at each other,

down hard, his face twisted with bitterness. “Mister