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

and

where Drake

retirement, focusing on

by verdant foliage, a man

his side, heads

respect as they faced

silver-haired man in his early sixties,

pavilion, a serene smile on his face. Across

their tea with

men waiting outside.

the night has grown deep. It’s time

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slender elder, Wilhelm tidled

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to hear what they have to

approached the pavilion and addressed

dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you

and keep silent

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

eyes, a shared

Hudson family, Raine,

Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound

his steadfast pusher

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

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

they approached the man who had left their

leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Boss,

years. We

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Wilhelm beside him.

to

over at

shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New

and their rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

it. You can

five men looked at each other, reluctant

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