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.

dominating

the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind

where Drake

retirement, focusing on

a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man

by his side, heads bowed in deference, all

of deep respect as they faced the elderly

silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged in

his face. Across from him, a thin elder

their tea with

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown deep.

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until the slender elder, Wilhelm

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

over. I’m

nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed the five

grunt. “Mister Hardy will

and keep silent

else. Cross Mister Hardy, and

a shared

head of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s second

Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to

his steadfast pusher

upside

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

man who had left their world a

de facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been

ten years. We wouldn’t

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paused for a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside

to

over at

whole saga. The shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire

their rough dealings with Alexander. He left no

“Alexander?”

of water, mulled over the name before

wrist.

it. You

looked at each other,

wheelchair, bit down