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.

stories high, dominating the city’s skyline.

of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main edifice

where Drake

retirement, focusing on personal

by verdant foliage, a man

his side, heads bowed

of deep respect as they faced the elderly

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

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

shared in the easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident pleasure, oblivious to the

men waiting outside.

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

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elder, Wilhelm

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

over. I’m curious to hear what they have to

the pavilion and addressed the five

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

and keep silent

Cross Mister Hardy, and

eyes, a shared fear evident in

Mark, head of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider

the 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.”

they approached the man who had left their world a decade

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

ten years. We wouldn’t normally intrude,

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paused for a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no

to

over

of

and their rough dealings with Alexander.

“Alexander?”

the name before dismissing

wrist.

it. You can

looked at

his wheelchair, bit down