His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0196

Drake stared at the call from Acela, not picking up right away, lost in thought.

His bond with ‘Acela’ was tangled and tough.

Back in his heyday, he had carved out a name for himself in Woolpackton, eventually rising to the top of the underworld’s heavyweight division. After years of spilling blood and making enemies, he had too many scores

to settle.

His wife was murdered by his adversaries 20 years ago. He sent his only daughter overseas with a web of fake IDs, all to keep her safe from the life she led.

In Province Town, only Ghost Sword, close as a brother, knew the truth about Acela.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but as his daughter grew up, she came to despise everything about him. She

saw Drake as the worst kind of criminal, and she even blamed him for her mother’s death. Then, Drake and

Acela were practically strangers, their father-daughter bond all but broken.

“Why on earth is Acela calling me out of the blue?”

Drake cradled his phone, lost in thought for a moment before he exhaled and picked up the call.

In Ol’ Mare, just a stone’s throw from Belmont Hills, at Lifestyle Hotel, Alexander was holding Acela’s phone, a dial tone humming in his ear. A slight smirk played on his lips as he whispered, “Is this Mister Hardy from

Woolpackton?”

The question hit Drake like a thunderclap in the quiet of his bamboo garden. His voice turned frigid. “You have Acela’s phone? Who are you, and what’s your connection to her?”

“We just met by chance.”

She’s had a bit

The address

off the hotel’s location, then added with a hint of a smile, “Oh, and by the way,

Alexander?!

the others nearby. He scrunched his brow. brought the phone close, and spoke with a gravity that matched his words, “They say the young are often the bravest, Alex. I’ve heard your name’s been on

around, and I had a hunch you’d be keen to

Friends?

Lifestyle Hotel, Alexander mulled it over briefly before

at Yaser and said with a grin, “Yaser, kick back and

+15 BONUS

behind, he helped the still-groggy Acela out of the hotel, hopped into his cherry-red Porsche. and tore off toward

and the clock struck one in the

the lady back

the bamboo grove behind Rectewald Mall, maids escorted

a stone bench among the bamboo,

as Ghost Sword strode from behind Alexander to Drake’s side, murmuring.” Mister Hardy, you can breathe

face relaxed, his eyes softening. “Thanks for bringing my girl home, Alex. Come on,

the others at the fringe of the bamboo. With a slight arch of his brow, he

his heel

“How dare you!”

‘Ghost Sword’ grew tense as he shifted his stance, a subtle dance of feet that belied the swiftness of his approach.

piece of steel” Alexander remarked, locking eyes with his opponent, his face betraying no fear.” Here’s your one chance-put the sword

Hm?

was actually challenging the Ghost Sword, a man whose power was a deep, dark ocean, and whose skills were a mystery even to the underworld

remembered

vital energy, his foot poised to cross into the stage of

were seen as tough individuals, a step above the average person, but were not considered true fighters.