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

his retirement, focusing on personal

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

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,

the night has grown deep. It’s time for your

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set and-with a gentle smile-gestured toward the men below. “Should I send them away?

long wait.”

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

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

Hardy, and it’ll be

a shared fear evident

Mark, head 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

Province Town’s underworld upside down, but in Drake’s

meek as church mice.

“Mister Hardy.”

the man who had left

forward with a respectful bow. “Boss, you’ve been out of the

stealing a glance at Wilhelm beside him. Seeing no sign of

over at

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

“Alexander?”

of water, mulled over the name before dismissing the

You can

five men looked at each other, reluctant to

back, but everyone knows you’re still the boss of Province Town! That jerk Alexander, my brother Patrick’s son-in-law, has been strutting around Province Town like he owns the place, showing

respect for you…”

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