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.

high, dominating the city’s skyline. It

the size of twenty-plus football fields, and

where Drake

focusing on

pavillon shaded by verdant

Three middle-aged men stood by his side,

of deep respect as they

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

pavilion, a serene smile on his face. Across from him, a

savoring their tea with

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown deep. It’s

+15 BONUS

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by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

“Invite them over. I’m curious to hear what

the pavilion and

“Mister Hardy will

and keep silent

and

shared fear

Mark, head of the Hudson family, Raine, the

the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry,

his steadfast pusher

underworld upside

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who had left their world a decade

a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been out of

We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing

to

over at Ol’

of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy

rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You can go

five men looked at each other, reluctant to

of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face twisted with bitterness.