Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 174: Revenge Served

Faye’s words were like a needle hitting the most vulnerable spot in the room.

With all six kids here, it meant their daddy and mommy had definitely arrived too.

Did they know Alex was attending this reunion today?

Did they come on purpose... just to see what was happening?

Alex raised a hand and gently tapped Faye’s head.

"Someone said your mommy’s designs aren’t worth anything, Faye. What do you think we should do about that?"

Faye’s eyes instantly darkened.

She turned sharply and stared straight at the two men in front of her.

Jett and Butler both stiffened.

It felt like a poisonous snake had locked onto them.

How could a tiny girl have eyes that terrifying?

Faye pointed at them.

"Alex, was it them? They bullied you? And said Mommy’s designs were cheap?"

Alex didn’t say yes or no—

He just smiled lightly.

Suddenly—

Faye grabbed a bottle of red wine from the table and pointed it at Jett and Butler.

"You two. Come here."

Jett’s face went gray.

Butler didn’t look any better.

He might own his own company, but compared to Hilton Group, he was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Two grown men stood in front of a little girl looking timid and powerless.

"So it was you two who bullied Alex? Bow your heads."

Standing on Alex’s lap for height, Faye tilted the bottle.

Red wine poured straight over their heads.

They endured it, barely holding back their anger.

One of them had just opened his mouth—only got out a single "You—"

Faye suddenly burst into loud, dramatic sobs.

Everyone froze.

The entire room turned silent.

"Faye."

"Faye."

High heels clicked against the polished floor—

And then—

"Faye."

Sophia appeared in a flowing long dress.

"Mommy—!"

Faye cried even harder, tears rolling instantly as she launched herself into Sophia’s arms.

Lucas followed right behind, his expression dark as a storm.

He hadn’t even finished his alone time with Sophia, and now the kids had caused chaos.

Behind them, the lobby manager and the department manager followed nervously, sweat dripping down their faces.

The scene was so grand it attracted the attention of almost everyone nearby.

Some wealthy guests even stood outside, watching—

Those who recognized Lucas were eager for a chance to greet him once he stepped out.

"Faye, what happened, sweetheart?"

"Mommy, someone said your clothes were cheap. And he poured red wine on Alex’s outfit—the one you gave him! Alex got bullied! And I got bullied too!"

Sophia’s children were her absolute bottom line.

And someone had crossed it.

Her expression turned sharper, far more dangerous—

A hint of killing intent rose in her eyes.

"Who bullied my daughter?"

"Miss Morgan, we didn’t bully her—she suddenly just started crying."

"So let me get this straight: no one bullied my daughter, yet she’s crying her eyes out and accusing you? And my friend Alex also poured red wine on himself? That’s what you’re saying?"

Sophia wasn’t letting them off.

Cold sweat drenched Jett’s forehead.

"Miss Morgan, we really didn’t bully her. We didn’t mean anything. The thing with Alex was an accident—just a joke. We didn’t expect him to take it seriously. We were classmates, even friends. There was no bullying."

Sophia recalled what Lucas had told her earlier, and a cold smirk curled on her lips.

"School bullying wasn’t enough? Now you’re bullying my friend too?"

Jett practically forgot how to breathe.

How did Mrs. Morgan know what he’d done in the past?

"Miss Morgan, I—I’m really sorry. This is all a misunderstanding. I honestly didn’t know he was your friend. If I had known, I would never—"

"Never what?" Sophia cut him off coldly. "Never bully him? So you only treat people based on who they know? Or are you saying that downstairs, you would never have parked your car in our million-dollar reserved parking space?"

Sophia’s words detonated like a bomb.

Several people around them instantly burst into quiet laughter.

Everyone had seen Jett go downstairs earlier.

But when he came back, he bragged that someone had begged him to switch parking spots—and he refused.

He even claimed his space was in the Golden Supreme VIP section.

But now?

Turns out he had stolen someone else’s spot and was probably forced to move it.

Jett’s face turned an ugly shade of blue.

"Alex," Sophia asked, "these are the two who bullied you?"

Alex gave them a brief glance and stood up.

He slowly took off his wine-soaked suit jacket and draped it over his arm— revealing a Rolex on his wrist.

"’82 Lafite," he said calmly. "You two like wine, right? Then have a bottle each."

A nearby waiter’s eyes lit up and he sprinted away.

Moments later, forty bottles of Lafite were delivered.

Alex picked up one bottle—already opened—lifted it high, and tilted it.

A steady stream of wine poured out, splashing onto the floor.

"You treated me to red wine today," he said mildly. "So of course I have to return the favor. Courtesy matters."

They had poured him a glass earlier.

He returned a whole bottle.

Fair trade—if not completely doubled.

When the bottle finally emptied, Alex curled a smirk.

He didn’t lower it.

Instead, he held it out to Jett.

Jett reached out to take it—

But the next second—

CRASH!

Alex released it.

The bottle shattered loudly on the floor.

He shifted his gaze to Butler, who hadn’t dared utter a word since.

"You’re a business owner, right? Weren’t you going to introduce me to some deals?"

Alex smiled faintly.

"Why don’t you go pitch something to my boss, Lucas? Think you can manage that?"

Butler froze.

He had never expected Alex’s boss to be Lucas—and not just his boss—his personal assistant, his chief aide.

Lucas, who had been silent this entire time, walked forward and picked Faye up.

"Faye, are you okay?"

"Daddy—!"

As his youngest daughter, Faye was practically worshiped by Lucas.

He glanced at the lobby manager.

"Everyone here today—I don’t ever want to see them here again."

"Yes, Mr. Hilton. Don’t worry, none of them will ever set foot here again!"

"What? Just because Lucas says so? What gives him the right to throw us out?"

"Yeah! Why does he get to—"

Lucas looked directly at the loudest complainer, voice freezing cold.

"Because I’m the largest shareholder of this hot spring resort."

Instant silence.

Those who still had the nerve to stay quickly grabbed their bags and left with stiff faces.

Alex, seemingly feeling the moment wasn’t dramatic enough, tossed all three borrowed luxury-car keys onto the table.

The few remaining people stared wide-eyed, stunned.

Alex raised a brow.

Suddenly—

A voice came from the doorway:

"Hey everyone—am I late?"