Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System-Chapter 288: Dinner! (4)

Hugo had been expecting something to go wrong the moment he stepped into this mansion.

It was just too fancy, too expensive-looking, and way too far from his natural habitat.

The chandeliers looked like they could pay his rent for the next ten years, the butlers moved like trained assassins, and the entire place had this air of untouchable wealth that made

Hugo felt like a walking bag of counterfeit money.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared him for the walking, talking, ultra-rich romance novel cover model standing in front of him right now, looking at him like he was a stain on the marble floors.

The guy was tall, sharp-jawed, and dressed in a black tuxedo so perfectly tailored it looked like it had been sewn onto his body.

His hair was styled in that effortlessly perfect way that screamed "I just walked out of a billionaire shampoo commercial."

His shoes? Probably worth more than Hugo's entire wardrobe. And worst of all—his smirk. That insufferable, arrogant smirk.

The kind of smirk that rich guys in movies always had right before they crushed the dreams of the struggling underdog!

"Oh," the guy said, dragging the word out like he had just stepped in something disgusting. "Emily, dear, you didn't tell me you were bringing… company."

Emily, who had been clinging to Hugo's arm, visibly tensed. "Ethan, this is Hugo, my—"

"Oh, I know who he is." Ethan's eyes flickered over Hugo like he was analyzing a particularly disappointing street performer.

"He's the one you've been talking about lately, isn't he? The 'charming, bold, unexpected' guy?" He laughed under his breath, shaking his head.

"Hilarious. I thought you were joking."

Hugo raised an eyebrow. Oh, so this was the infamous ex-boyfriend.

The guy Emily had been nervous about but clearly didn't want to talk about.

The ex who apparently wasn't over her and still hovered around like some kind of overprotective aristocratic hawk.

Hugo wasn't usually the jealous type, but something about Ethan's face made him want to accidentally trip him into a very expensive, very irreplaceable vase.

Hugo smiled, but it was the kind of smile that said, "I'm being polite, but I will roast you if necessary."

"Nice to meet you, Ethan. I was starting to think Emily was keeping her high-society soap opera past a secret from me."

Ethan's jaw twitched slightly, but his smirk didn't fade. He took a slow sip from his champagne glass, eyes still locked onto Hugo like he was a bug he hadn't decided to squash yet.

"You know, Emily has always had… a rebellious streak," Ethan said smoothly, completely ignoring Emily's deepening scowl.

"She likes to experiment with things outside of her world. I suppose that's why she's with you now." His smirk widened. "A fun little adventure."

Oh. Oh, this guy wanted to die tonight!

Hugo felt his brain short-circuit for a solid three seconds. Did this dude just call him a phase right to his face?

Like he was some passing summer fling that Emily would eventually grow out of? The audacity. The arrogance. The absolute lack of fear!

Hugo had met a lot of cocky rich guys before, but Ethan had somehow evolved beyond standard levels of smugness and into something truly next-level.

Hugo grinned, the kind of grin that made people nervous.

"Wow, Ethan, that's a bold assumption. I didn't realize we were giving out unqualified relationship advice at this party. Should I be taking notes? Since, you know…"

He gestured vaguely at Ethan's existence. "You seem like an expert at being someone's ex."

Emily choked on a laugh, quickly covering it up with a cough. Ethan, for the first time, blinked.

It was subtle, but Hugo had landed a hit. The smirk wavered just a little.

Ethan's grip tightened around his glass. "Well, I suppose we'll see how long this… phase of yours lasts."

His tone was cool, but there was an edge to it now. Like he wasn't used to being challenged.

Hugo leaned in slightly, voice deliberately casual. "Guess we will."

Emily, clearly sensing that things were about to escalate into a full-blown duel, quickly stepped between them.

"Alright, that's enough testosterone for one evening," she said, shooting Ethan a warning glance. "Ethan, let's not do this."

Ethan hummed in thought, then suddenly—his smirk returned. But this time, it wasn't just arrogant. It was calculated. Like he had just come up with a brilliant, evil plan.

"You're right, Emily," Ethan said, his tone suddenly sickeningly charming. "We're being rude guests, aren't we? I should be welcoming Hugo into our world. Introducing him properly."

He turned to Hugo, his smirk now practically dripping with fake politeness. "Since you're clearly such a confident man, Hugo, why don't you show everyone a little… talent?"

Hugo narrowed his eyes. Where was this going? "Talent?"

Ethan gestured dramatically toward the massive, sleek black grand piano sitting at the center of the room.

The kind of piano that looked like it cost more than a house. "Play something for us."

Hugo froze.

Oh, hell no.

Ethan's smirk widened. "Oh, don't tell me you can't play? That would be… unfortunate."

Hugo stared at the piano like it had personally insulted him. This was a trap. A rich people trap.

Hugo could smell it. This wasn't just a casual request—this was a setup.

Ethan was expecting him to embarrass himself, to fumble through some pathetic attempt at playing, to prove that he didn't belong in this world.

Oh, this bastard was good.

Emily, standing beside him, looked worried. "Ethan, that's not fair—"

But before she could say anything else, Hugo exhaled slowly, cracked his knuckles, and smiled. A slow, confident, deliberately smug smile.

"Oh, a piano challenge?" He stretched his fingers, rolling his shoulders like a fighter about to step into the ring.

"Now that's interesting. But tell me, Ethan… are you sure you want to do this?"

Because, unfortunately for Ethan, Hugo didn't know how to play.

But he had a system and 25 Mastery Points.

And he was about to make sure this rich bastard regretted every life choice that led him to this moment!

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