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

twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main edifice lay an old-fashioned

where Drake

focusing on

by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp suit pushed

stood by his side, heads bowed

respect as they faced

silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged

Across from him, a thin

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

men waiting outside.

night has grown deep. It’s time for your

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

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious

the pavilion

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

and keep silent

Hardy, and it’ll be the last thing you

eyes, a shared fear evident in their

the Hudson family, Raine, the

underworld, Harry,

his steadfast pusher

upside down,

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

side, they approached the man who had

the de facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been out

years. We wouldn’t

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glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign of

to

“Lately, over at

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

with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

mulled over the name before

wrist.

it. You

men looked at each other,

arms of his wheelchair, bit down