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

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

where Drake

his retirement, focusing

garden, beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp suit pushed

by his side, heads bowed in deference,

deep respect as

of Province Town, a silver-haired man in his early

face. Across from him, a thin elder in a simple

the easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s time for

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elder, Wilhelm tidled

send them away?

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

Drake whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious to hear

pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights

grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak

and keep silent

else. Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll be

shared fear evident in their

Mark, head of the Hudson family,

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

his steadfast pusher

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

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

side, they approached the man who had left their world

the de facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful

ten years. We

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for a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside

to

over at

laid out the whole saga. The shake-up of Ol’ Mare’s shadowy ranks, New Chesire

rough dealings with Alexander. He left no stone

“Alexander?”

the name before dismissing the matter with a flick of

wrist.

it. You can go

five men looked at each other, reluctant

wheelchair, bit down hard,