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 city’s skyline. It sprawled

fields, and behind the main edifice lay

where Drake

focusing on

pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp

stood by his side,

respect as

a silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged

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

easy conversation, both savoring their tea with

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown deep. It’s time

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slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with a gentle

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

a warm smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious to hear what they have to

approached the pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights of

Hardy will see you now. Speak only

and keep silent

Mister Hardy, and

a shared fear evident

of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider

kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld,

his steadfast pusher

upside down, but in Drake’s

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who had left their

stepped forward with a

ten years. We wouldn’t

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stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing

to

over at Ol’

laid out the whole saga. The shake-up of Ol’

their rough dealings with Alexander. He left no stone

“Alexander?”

cradling a glass of water, mulled over the name

wrist.

it. You can

men looked at each other, reluctant to

the arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face twisted with