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.

dominating the city’s skyline. It sprawled across

football fields, and behind the

where Drake

his retirement, focusing on personal

a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage,

Three middle-aged men stood by his side, heads bowed in deference, all

respect as they faced the elderly

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

Across from him, a thin elder in

conversation, both savoring their tea with

men waiting outside.

Hardy, the night has grown deep. It’s

+15 BONUS

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Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with a gentle

the men below. “Should I send them away?

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

a warm smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious to hear what

the pavilion and addressed the five

Hardy will see you now.

and keep silent

Cross Mister Hardy, and

a shared fear evident in

Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s

reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair,

his steadfast pusher

Province Town’s underworld upside down, but

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

they approached the man who had left their world a

de facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful

years. We wouldn’t normally

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

to

over

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

and their rough dealings with Alexander. He left no stone

“Alexander?”

the name before dismissing the matter with a flick

wrist.

You can go

at each

gripping the arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his