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

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

where Drake

his retirement, focusing on personal

by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp

stood by his side, heads bowed in deference, all

as they faced

silver-haired man

face. Across from him, a thin elder

savoring their

men waiting outside.

grown deep. It’s

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slipped by until the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea

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

hours. They’ve had a

long wait.”

smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over.

the pavilion and addressed the

dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see

and keep silent

Hardy, and

eyes, a shared fear

were Mark, head of the Hudson family,

reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld,

his steadfast pusher

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

as

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had left

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

ten years. We wouldn’t

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stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside

to

“Lately, over at

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

their rough dealings with Alexander. He

“Alexander?”

over the name before dismissing the matter with a flick

wrist.

it. You can

men looked at each other, reluctant

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