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.

soared 140 stories high, dominating the city’s

the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the

where Drake

retirement, focusing on

verdant foliage,

his side,

as they faced

of Province Town, a silver-haired man in his

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

the easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident

men waiting outside.

the night has grown deep.

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Wilhelm tidled

away? They’ve been on their feet for

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

over. I’m

nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and

dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak

and keep silent

Mister Hardy, and it’ll be the last thing

a shared fear evident in

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

kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to

his steadfast pusher

turn Province Town’s underworld upside down, but

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who had

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

years. We wouldn’t

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a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no

to

over at

of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire

with Alexander. He left

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

it. You

men looked at each

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