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.

massive structure soared 140 stories high, dominating the city’s

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

where Drake

focusing on

beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in

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

respect as they faced the

a silver-haired man in his

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

easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident pleasure,

men waiting outside.

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

the men below. “Should I send them away?

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over.

Wilhelm approached the pavilion

corners with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak only

and keep silent

all else. Cross Mister Hardy, and

locked eyes, a shared fear

family, Raine,

of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry,

his steadfast pusher

they could turn Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in Drake’s

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had left their world a decade

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

We

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

to

over at

saga. The shake-up of Ol’

dealings with

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You can

looked at each

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