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

fields, and behind the main edifice lay an

where Drake

retirement, focusing on

beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in

stood by his side, heads bowed in deference, all

as they

silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged in

smile on his face. Across from

their tea with evident pleasure, oblivious

men waiting outside.

grown deep.

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by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with

I send them away? They’ve been on their

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to

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

grunt. “Mister Hardy will see

and keep silent

and it’ll

men locked eyes, a shared fear evident in their

head of the Hudson family, Raine,

underworld,

his steadfast pusher

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

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

approached the man who had left

de facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful

years. We wouldn’t normally

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glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign

to

over at

of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire Group’s rise

with

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You

at each other,

down hard, his