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.

high, dominating the city’s skyline. It sprawled

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

where Drake

his retirement, focusing on personal

verdant foliage, a man in a sharp

his side,

of deep respect as they faced the

Town, a silver-haired man in his early

on his face. Across from him, a thin elder

both savoring their

men waiting outside.

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Wilhelm tidled the

send them away? They’ve been on their feet for more than

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over.

approached the pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights of

a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak only what’s

and keep silent

and it’ll

locked eyes, a shared fear evident

were Mark, head of the Hudson family,

kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld,

his steadfast pusher

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

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

side, they approached the man who had

a

ten years. We wouldn’t

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a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him.

to

“Lately, over at

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

and their rough dealings with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You

looked at each other, reluctant to

of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face