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.

sprawled across an area the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main

his retirement, focusing on

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

shaded pavilion, a serene smile on his face. Across from him, a thin

night has grown deep. It’s time for your

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the slender elder, Wilhelm tidled the tea set and-with a gentle smile-gestured toward the men below. “Should I send them away? They’ve been

long wait.”

them over. I’m curious to hear

Woolpackton’s shadowy corners with a

Mister Hardy, and it’ll

eyes, a shared

of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family’s second in command, Tommy, the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton’s underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair, and Tony, his steadfast

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

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

they approached the man who had left their world a decade

respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been out of the game for ten years.

Wilhelm

“Lately, over at

ranks, New Chesire Group’s rise to power, and their

“Alexander?”

over the name before dismissing

You can go

men looked at each other, reluctant

you’re still the boss of Province Town! That jerk Alexander, my

respect for you…”

turned to ice. With a swift, unseen move, a sword