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.

skyline. It sprawled across an area the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main edifice lay an old-fashioned

retirement, focusing on personal

beneath a pavillon shaded by verdant foliage, a man in a sharp suit pushed a wheelchair. Three middle-aged men stood by his side, heads bowed in deference, all

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

grown deep. It’s

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

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to hear

a nod, Wilhelm approached the pavilion and addressed the five heavyweights of Woolpackton’s shadowy corners with a dismissive grunt. “Mister Hardy will see you now. Speak only what’s

all else. Cross Mister Hardy, and it’ll be the last thing you

men locked eyes, a shared fear

head of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s second in command, Tommy, the reigning kingpin of

underworld upside

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who

the de facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been out of the game for ten years. We

at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign of anger, he dared

“Lately, over at

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

“Alexander?”

mulled over the name before dismissing the matter with a flick of his

You can

men looked at

gripping 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

respect for you…”

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