Chapter 0196

Drake stared at the call from Acela, not picking up right away, lost in thought.

His bond with ‘Acela’ was tangled and tough.

Back in his heyday, he had carved out a name for himself in Woolpackton, eventually rising to the top

of the underworld’s heavyweight division. After years of spilling blood and making enemies, he had too

many scores

to settle.

His wife was murdered by his adversaries 20 years ago. He sent his only daughter overseas with a

web of fake IDs, all to keep her safe from the life she led.

In Province Town, only Ghost Sword, close as a brother, knew the truth about Acela.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but as his daughter grew up, she came to despise everything about him.

She

saw Drake as the worst kind of criminal, and she even blamed him for her mother’s death. Then, Drake

and

Acela were practically strangers, their father-daughter bond all but broken.

“Why on earth is Acela calling me out of the blue?”

Drake cradled his phone, lost in thought for a moment before he exhaled and picked up the call.

In Ol’ Mare, just a stone’s throw from Belmont Hills, at Lifestyle Hotel, Alexander was holding Acela’s

phone, a dial tone humming in his ear. A slight smirk played on his lips as he whispered, “Is this Mister

Hardy from

Woolpackton?”

The question hit Drake like a thunderclap in the quiet of his bamboo garden. His voice turned frigid.

“You have Acela’s phone? Who are you, and what’s your connection to her?”

“We just met by chance.”

“I was out at a bar tonight, unwinding with some friends, and I

but she’s

you could come

her. The

hint of a smile, “Oh, and by the way, the

Alexander.

Alexander?!

flicking to Harry

spoke with a gravity that matched his words, “They say the

the bravest, Alex. I’ve heard your

hanging around, and I had a hunch you’d be keen to catch up with

Friends?

Alexander mulled it over

“Sure!”

“Yaser,

safely.”

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behind, he helped the still-groggy Acela out of the hotel, hopped into his

and tore off toward

by, and the clock struck one in

back to

behind Rectewald Mall, maids escorted Acela

a stone bench among the bamboo, beckoned Alexander with

as Ghost Sword strode

Mister Hardy, you can breathe easy. Miss Acela is

face relaxed, his eyes softening. “Thanks for bringing my girl home, Alex. Come on,

seat.”

on his feet. He stood before the

slight arch of his brow, he said, “Mister Hardy, are

Sorry, they

that, he spun on his heel and strode

“How dare you!”

grew tense as he shifted his stance, a subtle dance of feet that belied

was before Alexander, his sword gleaming

pressed against

Alexander remarked, locking eyes

away, or it’ll be the

Hm?

Drake’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. Harry,

excitedly. Alexander was actually challenging the Ghost Sword, a

skills were a mystery

all remembered the

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