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.

structure soared 140 stories high, dominating the city’s

football fields, and behind the main edifice

where Drake

retirement, focusing

garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man

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

as they faced the elderly

silver-haired man in his

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

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

men waiting outside.

night has grown deep. It’s time for

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by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea

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

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

with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will

and keep silent

and

men locked eyes, a shared

head of the Hudson family,

Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound

his steadfast pusher

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

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

approached the man who had left their world a decade

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

years. We wouldn’t normally

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a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him.

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

shake-up of Ol’

dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

water, mulled over the name before dismissing the matter

wrist.

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at each other, reluctant

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