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.

soared 140 stories high, dominating the city’s skyline. It sprawled across an area the size of twenty-plus football fields, and behind the main edifice lay an old-fashioned

his retirement, focusing on

manor’s garden, 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 wearing expressions of deep respect as they faced

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

the night has grown

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toward the men below. “Should I send them away? They’ve been on their feet for more than three hours. They’ve had

long wait.”

smile, Drake whispered, “Invite them over. I’m curious to hear

five heavyweights of Woolpackton’s shadowy corners with a dismissive

Mister Hardy, and it’ll be the last thing you

eyes, a shared fear evident

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

Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in Drake’s presence, they were

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

by side, they approached the man who had left their

you’ve been out of the game for ten

Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign

over

Chesire Group’s rise to power, and their

“Alexander?”

cradling a glass of water, mulled over the name before

You

at each other,

hard, his face twisted with bitterness. “Mister Hardy, you might’ve stepped back, but everyone knows you’re still the

respect for you…”

turned to ice. With a swift, unseen move, a sword flashed out, its tip stopping just