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

and behind the main edifice lay an old-fashioned

where Drake

focusing on

the manor’s garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant

by his side, heads bowed

of deep respect as they

Province Town, a silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged

his face. Across from

in the easy conversation, both savoring their tea

men waiting outside.

the night has grown deep. It’s time

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Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with a

“Should I send them away? They’ve been

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

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

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights of

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

and keep silent

Mister Hardy, and it’ll

locked eyes, a shared fear evident in their

of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider

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

his steadfast pusher

could turn Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in Drake’s

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

who had left their world a decade

a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been

ten years. We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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glance at Wilhelm beside

to

“Lately, over

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

and their rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You

looked at each other, reluctant

arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard,