His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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!]

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.

an area the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main edifice lay

retirement, focusing on personal

pushed a wheelchair. Three middle-aged men stood by his side, heads bowed in deference, all wearing expressions of deep respect as they faced the

boss of Province Town, a silver-haired man in his early sixties, lounged in the bamboo- shaded pavilion, a serene smile on his face. Across from him, a thin elder in a simple blue robe shared in the easy conversation, both savoring their tea with evident pleasure, oblivious to the five

has grown deep. It’s time for your

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the tea set and-with a gentle smile-gestured toward the men below. “Should I

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to hear what

of Woolpackton’s shadowy corners with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak only what’s necessary, and

and it’ll

eyes, a shared fear evident

family’s second in command, Tommy, the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry,

upside down, but in

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

man who

facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been out of the game for ten years. We wouldn’t normally

paused for a moment, stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him.

“Lately, over

New Chesire Group’s rise to power, and

“Alexander?”

the name before dismissing the matter with a flick

it. You

at each other,

the arms of his wheelchair, bit down hard, his face twisted with bitterness. “Mister Hardy, you might’ve stepped back, but everyone knows you’re still the boss of Province Town! That jerk

respect for you…”

could finish, Wilhelm’s face turned to ice. With a swift, unseen move, a sword flashed