Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Head Shows Up

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Chapter 87 Hugo Shows Up

Hugo arrived with nearly three dozen men, each one burly and radiating the aura of a predator. Now the spacious room was nearly packed to the brim.

“Sorry for the crowd, Mr. Golden. I hope this place is big enough for them.” Hugo put on a fake smile.

The air turned heavier, tenser. A mountain of pressure piled onto Graham and the others. Nervous, Anya gulped.

Hugo Wells wasn’t the ruler of the underworld for nothing. His aura alone was enough to terrify those who weren’t brave enough. Graham, however, was fearless. He matched Hugo’s force.

“Of course, Mr. Wells. This place can house an army.” In other words, not even an army of Hugo’s men scared Graham.

That single line ignited Hugo’s subordinates. They threatened to beat him up.

“The fuck was that, Graham? You don’t talk like that to my dad, you maggot!”

“Yeah! You want to get slapped again?”

Hugo raised his hand and stopped his men. His eyes rested on Evan. “The Norwoods’ abandoned boy. Why’d you invite him, Graham?”

Though Hugo knew what this event meant, he didn’t expect Evan to be here. His tone darkened. “The Overlord is coming after him soon. If you get too close to him, you’ll get burned.”

They were already running tests on the drakeblood gemstone. The results would soon be revealed. If it were fake, the Overlord would go after Evan. The Solberg family could not protect him.

What truly fueled Hugo’s irritation, however, was Evan casually eating as if none of this concerned him. Hugo was the guest of honor here, not him. Evan clearly disrespected him.

The ladies rolled their eyes, but Graham gave his tacit approval. He wanted to show Hugo who was boss. The more flippant Evan was, the better for Graham’s plan. He wanted to send a message. ‘You mean nothing to us, Hugo. Evan included.’

That subtle insult was enough to push Hugo closer to the edge, Coldly, Hugo demanded, “Do your people know no manners? He’s gobbled up half the food before the guests even showed up.”

Graham smiled. “I asked for him specifically, Mr. Wells. He’s the witness.”

“What?” Hugo’s eyes twinkled.

Graham pointed at Evan. “Remember how I begged you to save his life three years ago? You slapped me three times in return. I’ve never forgotten about that!” His face was twisted with fury. The room was silent, save for his sonorous echo.

Anya clenched her fists, excited. The historic moment was about to go down.

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