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.

structure soared 140 stories high, dominating the city’s skyline. It sprawled

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

where Drake

his retirement, focusing on personal

by verdant foliage, a man

stood by his side, heads

respect as

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

his face. Across from him, a thin

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

men waiting outside.

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

“Should I send them away?

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

warm smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed

Hardy will

and keep silent

Hardy, and it’ll be the last thing you

locked eyes, a shared fear

of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s

the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld,

his steadfast pusher

underworld upside down,

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

man who

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

years. We

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stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign of anger,

to

“Lately, over at

of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy

with

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You can

looked at each other,

the arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face twisted with bitterness. “Mister