Chapter 498
Hugh hung up the phone and sneered at Andrew. "Your time is up. Rodney’s already sent people over. If I don’t break both your legs and ruin your woman, I’ll change my name from Nasty Hugh to Loser Hugh.”
Feeling smug, he pulled out a chair, lit a cigarette with a dramatic snap, and took a long drag as if savoring his supposed victory. Fiona, now stripped of all her artificial enhancements, ran over to him, sobbing hysterically.
“Hugh, you’ve got to stand up for me! That woman ruined everything I spent thousands on! I don’t care what you do – just kill her for me!”
Hugh was still fuming and trying to calm his nerves when he glanced at Fiona, only to recoil in horror. “What the hell are you?!” he shouted, flinging his cigarette to the floor.
Smacking her across the face, he barked, “Are you human or some kind of ghost? Get away from me, you hideous thing! How can someone this disgusting even exist?!”
Fiona clutched her swelling cheek, crying out in disbelief. “Hugh, it’s me! I’m Fiona! I’m your girlfriend! Look at me – please look closer!”
Hugh stared at her again, squinting in disgust, and then it hit him: this grotesque figure really was his gold-digging girlfriend. But now, with her distorted face and sagging figure, she had no appeal whatsoever.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, a wave of nausea rising in his stomach. “Get out of here! I’m done with you!”
“Hugh, no!” Fiona sobbed, clinging to his arm.
“Get lost!” he shouted, shoving her toward the door. “If I’d known your whole body was fake, I would’ve dumped you ages ago!”
With one last kick, he sent her stumbling out of the restaurant.
Lauren could not help but laugh. “Serves her right!”
Andrew turned to Hugh, his expression icy. “You’re just as bad. How could you treat your girlfriend like that?”
Hugh’s face twisted in fury. “Easy for you to judge when you’re not the one dealing with a woman who looks like a freakin‘ corpse! Would you take someone like that?”
Andrew shrugged. “No, she’s too ugly for me.”
Hugh pointed angrily. “Then shut the hell up! You’re no better!”
Andrew smirked. “The difference is I have standards, and that walking disaster isn’t my type. But you, Nasty Hugh? You’re a perfect match for her – a couple made in heaven!”
Before Hugh could respond, Andrew slapped him hard enough to send him crashing to the ground again.
Hugh lay there, his face red with rage and humiliation, screaming, “Just wait! You’re gonna pay for this!”
At that moment, a line of cars pulled up outside the restaurant. Dean and a dozen martial arts students from the Madblade Martial Academy spilled out, their presence intimidating.
Seeing them, Hugh scrambled to his feet and shouted, “Mr. Mayer! Over here! This is the punk – take him out!”
The few remaining customers in the restaurant exchanged nervous glances.
“This just went from bad to worse,” one muttered. “If Madblade Martial Academy is involved, this guy’s in real trouble.”
“Nasty Hugh’s nothing but a loudmouth. But those guys? They’re the real deal. Nobody in this town dares to mess with them.”
“I can’t believe these two didn’t just leave when they had the chance,” another man said, shaking his head. “They’ve got guts, but now they’re stuck. There’s no getting out of this mess.”