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.

stories high, dominating

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

where Drake

retirement, focusing

a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage,

his side, heads bowed in deference, all

respect as they faced the elderly

of Province Town, a silver-haired man in

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

savoring their tea with evident pleasure, oblivious to

men waiting outside.

the night has grown deep. It’s time for

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until the slender elder, Wilhelm

send them away? They’ve

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

“Invite them over. I’m curious to hear what they

pavilion and addressed the

grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak

and keep silent

and it’ll be the

eyes, a shared

head of the Hudson family, Raine,

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

his steadfast pusher

underworld upside down, but

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who had

with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve

We

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at Wilhelm beside

to

“Lately, over at

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

with Alexander.

“Alexander?”

name before dismissing the matter with a

wrist.

it. You can

looked at each other, reluctant to

of his wheelchair, bit down