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

twenty-plus football fields, and behind

where Drake

his retirement, focusing

pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a

by his side, heads bowed

respect as they faced the elderly

Province Town, a silver-haired man

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

easy conversation, both savoring their tea with

men waiting outside.

night has grown

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the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled

away? They’ve been on their feet for

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious to hear

the pavilion and

a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now.

and keep silent

else. Cross Mister Hardy, and

a shared fear evident in their

head of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider

underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair, and

his steadfast pusher

Town’s underworld upside down, but in Drake’s

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had left their world a

the de facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful

years. We

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glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no

to

over at Ol’

saga. The shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy

with

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You can go

men looked at each other, reluctant

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