Mr. Hugo's POV
Still February 12 (2 days before Mating Season’s Ball)
7:30 A. M. at Dark Stone City
“Good boys! Now bring my future bride to our hideout. Don’t you dare to lay a finger on her or I'll blow all your heads off, you get it?!” I snickered as I heard my men from the other line of the phone gulped.
“Yes, boss!” tugon ng mga ito. I evilly smirked. Good! Alam kong masunurin ang mga ito at hindi gagawa ng kung anumang bagay na aking ikagagalit. Sinenyasan ko ang aking personal assistant na katabi ko sa loob ng aking luxury limo. Awtomatiko itong kumuha ng branded tobacco at inilagay sa aking bibig, at sinindian iyon.
“Natawagan mo na ba si Atty. Jill at ang pari, Smith?” I asked him in between smoking.
He nodded, having that famous poker expression in his face again. “Yes, bos
