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

fields, and behind the

where Drake

retirement, focusing on personal

beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a

his side, heads

respect as they

silver-haired man in his early sixties,

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

savoring their tea

men waiting outside.

has grown deep. It’s time for

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the slender elder, Wilhelm

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

a warm smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over.

the pavilion and

dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy

and keep silent

Hardy, and it’ll be

eyes, a shared fear

Hudson family,

Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair,

his steadfast pusher

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

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who had left

forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been

ten years. We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no

to

“Lately, over at Ol’

shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire Group’s

dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You can

at each

bit down hard, his face