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.

and

where Drake

retirement, focusing on personal

by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp suit pushed

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

deep respect as they faced the

Town, a silver-haired man in his early

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

savoring their tea with

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s

+15 BONUS

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slender elder, Wilhelm tidled

men below. “Should I send them away? They’ve been

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

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

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion

grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak

and keep silent

Hardy, and it’ll be the last thing

a shared fear evident

head of the Hudson family, Raine, the

of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair, and

his steadfast pusher

upside down, but in

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

side, they approached the man who had left their world

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

ten years. We

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stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign

to

over at Ol’

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

with Alexander. He left no stone

“Alexander?”

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

wrist.

You can go

men looked at each

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