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.”

ran into your daughter. She’s had

The address

location, then added with a hint

Alexander?!

close, and spoke with a gravity

had a hunch

Friends?

Hotel, Alexander mulled it over briefly before flashing a subdued

Yaser and said with a grin, “Yaser, kick

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the still-groggy Acela out of the

by, and the clock struck

the lady back to

bamboo grove behind Rectewald Mall, maids escorted Acela

on a stone bench among the bamboo, beckoned Alexander with a soft

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

“Thanks for bringing my girl home, Alex. Come on, have

eyed Harry. Tommy, and the others at the fringe of the bamboo. With a slight arch of his brow,

spun on his heel and strode away, not bothering

“How dare you!”

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

betraying no fear.” Here’s your one chance-put the sword

Hm?

distance away, Drake’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. Harry, Tommy, Mark, Raine, and the others watched excitedly. Alexander was actually challenging the Ghost Sword, a man whose power was a deep, dark ocean,

remembered

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

individuals, a step above the average person, but were not considered true fighters. In numerous