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.”

at a bar tonight, unwinding

but she’s okay. If you’re not too

you could come

her. The

hint

Alexander.

Alexander?!

split second, his gaze flicking to Harry

a gravity that matched

the bravest, Alex. I’ve heard your name’s been on

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

Friends?

the Lifestyle Hotel, Alexander mulled it over briefly

“Sure!”

“Yaser, kick back and relax

safely.”

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still-groggy Acela out of the hotel, hopped into

tore

by, and the clock struck one in

back

Rectewald Mall, maids escorted Acela to her

bench among the bamboo, beckoned Alexander with

he spoke, Wilhelm, known as Ghost Sword strode from behind Alexander

you can breathe easy. Miss Acela is

bringing my girl home, Alex. Come on, have

seat.”

his feet. He stood before the pavilion and eyed

at the fringe of the bamboo. With a slight arch

you mentioned? Sorry, they don’t pique

heel and strode away, not bothering with

“How dare you!”

‘Ghost Sword’ grew tense as he shifted his stance, a subtle dance

his approach. In a heartbeat, he was

pressed against

a bad piece of steel” Alexander remarked, locking eyes with his opponent,

the sword away, or

Hm?

eyes sparkled with intrigue. Harry, Tommy, Mark, Raine, and the

Ghost Sword,

skills were a mystery

all remembered

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