Chapter 187
“I’d advise you to mind your own business. We just need to take this young lady with us. We don’t want any trouble,” one of the men said.
Hudson’s expression remained impassive as his sharp eyes swept over them.
They were clearly professional thugs, likely trained by some powerful family, judging from the insignias on their clothes.
Noticing Hudson’s gaze on their insignias, the men moved aside. “Didn’t we tell you to stay out of this? Get lost?”
“Huddy, they’re after me! What should we do?” Amber asked, her voice trembling a little.
Leo patted her arm. “Don’t be scared. I promised Sienna I’d keep you safe. Besides, these losers aren’t even worth me lifting a finger. Guys!”
At his signal, Alex and a crew of men appeared out of nowhere.
The thugs were dumbfounded. They had no idea where all these people came from, and who the hell this guy was.
“You really have the guts to mess with Mr. Grant’s people? Looks like you all have a death wish,” Alex shouted.
At the mention of “Mr. Grant,” the thugs shot each other looks of disbelief.
“You’re Mr. Grant!” one of them asked, sounding skeptical.
“Doesn’t Mr. Grant always wear a mask!” another chimed in.
“This guy doesn’t look the part at all,” a third muttered.
“I heard Mr. Grant’s 28, but this guy looks like he’s still in college,” someone else added.
“He looks like a boy toy,” one of them sneered.
“Yeah, I think so too. Maybe he’s just someone’s sugar baby,” another added with a snort.
Hudson was speechless. That’s exactly why he had to wear a mask–he looked way too young.
“How is that my fault? A boy toy? Are they blind or something?” he thought.
“Beat them up! Don’t hold back!” Hudson barked, and his men charged straight at the thugs.
Hudson put his mask back on, his tone dripping with arrogance as he demanded, “You’re with the Noir family of the Meridia royal family, aren’t you?”
Hudson, exuding dominance, pressed the shoe Amber had just stomped with might onto the thug’s face. “Spill it. Why did you come after her?”
“Mr. Grant, we mean no harm. We just wanted to ask this young lady to meet with our boss. That’s all,” one of the thugs stammered.
“Yeah, Mr. Grant, we swear, we didn’t know she was with you,” another added quickly.
Their boss had specifically warned them not to mess with Hudson. This guy was no ordinary character.
“Do I really look like a boy toy to you?” Hudson’s smile was all teeth, his eyes half-narrowed and dangerous as he spat out each word.
“Yeah!”
“Who was it! Who said I look like a boy toy?” Leo growled, whipping his head around. Amber instantly dropped her gaze, fiddling with her fingers and avoiding his eyes.
Hudson went silent for a few seconds.
Alex and the others were all stunned. “Miss Amber, you’re seriously bold.”
Meanwhile, Sienna was heading downstairs when she ran into Thorn. From his look, he was clearly waiting just for her.
“Hey, my dear,” Thorn began, but the moment he spotted the two men beside Sienna, his smile instantly vanished. Jealousy sprouted inside him like wild weeds, quickly overtaking his heart.
The people around her are always such a pain in the ass, he thought.
“Sienna, do you know him?” Wayne’s sharp, probing gaze landed on Thorn.
Thorn, one of the heirs to the Meridia royal family, was a notorious playboy who never took anything seriously.
The Noir family had been in chaos for years, with all sorts of factions fighting for control. It was a tangled, century-old clan, full of messy relationships and cutthroat competition, like some ancient royal succession war. One day someone would get into trouble, the next day someone else might end up dead.
But ten years ago, a woman named Hazel Noir appeared, and with her ruthless and extraordinary methods, she secured the heir’s seat in one decisive move.
Thorn stepped closer to Sienna, his cold, indifferent gaze sweeping past Wayne. “Sweetheart, who are these guys?”
That word “sweetheart” hit Wayne and Miles like a bomb, leaving their minds in total chaos.
Is he Sienna’s husband? Did she get married already? they both wondered.