Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System-Chapter 284: I Like It!
Collins had one job. One simple, straightforward job.
Find a decent store that sold proper suits so Hugo could buy something respectable for the dinner with Emily's family.
That was it. Nothing complicated. Nothing shady. Just a normal shopping trip. But somehow, someway, Collins had once again led them straight into a disaster.
He had simply asked for where they sold cheap suits, so he wouldn't get ripped off, but judging from the situation, his money might not be the only thing getting ripped of today!
Hugo stood at the entrance of what could barely be called a "shop," staring at the dimly lit interior with growing horror.
The sign outside said "Tony's Premium Tailoring & Discount Bodyguard Services." That alone should have been a red flag.
Who the hell combined tailoring with bodyguard services? That was like opening a bakery that also sold hunting rifles.
But before Hugo could voice his concerns, Collins had already strutted inside like he was right at home.
The moment they stepped in, a strong, musky scent hit Hugo's nose—some ungodly mix of cigar smoke, old fabric, and… was that gun oil?
The walls were lined with old, dusty suits, each looking like they had been designed by someone who had only ever seen fashion through crime documentaries.
Some had pinstripes so thick they looked like prison uniforms, others had lapels so wide they could double as airplane wings!
The mannequins—if you could even call them that—were missing heads, arms, and in one tragic case, an entire torso.
And then he appeared.
A huge, hulking man stepped out from behind the counter, his footsteps heavy enough to make the wooden floor creak.
He was bald, wore sunglasses indoors, and had a thick gold chain around his neck that looked like it belonged to a mob boss.
His suit was so tight that the seams looked ready to burst at any moment, and there was a massive scar running down his left cheek, making him look like he had once lost a fight with a chainsaw.
Hugo swallowed hard. Why did Collins always do this?
"Welcome to Tony's," the man rumbled, his voice sounding like it had been marinated in whiskey and regret. "You two looking for some suits?"
Collins grinned like an idiot. "Yeah, my guy here needs something real nice. He's got a big dinner tonight."
Tony's sunglasses tilted down slightly, revealing piercing eyes that immediately locked onto Hugo.
The way the man sized him up made him feel like a slab of meat in a butcher shop. "Big dinner, huh?" Tony repeated. "You trying to impress someone?"
Hugo forced out a polite chuckle. "Something like that."
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Tony nodded slowly, then turned and snapped his fingers.
Out of nowhere, two other men, who were somehow just as terrifying as him emerged from behind the racks of suits.
Where had they even been hiding? One was a mountain of muscle with tattoos crawling up his neck, the other had a permanent scowl and arms crossed like he was just waiting for an excuse to break someone's kneecaps!
Tony clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's get you fitted."
Before Hugo could protest, the two goons grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to a fitting area in the back.
Collins, being the traitor that he was, just waved him off like this was completely normal.
The "fitting room" turned out to be just a curtain hanging from the ceiling. No doors. No mirrors.
Just a single lightbulb flickering like it was on life support. One of the goons shoved a suit into Hugo's hands. "Put it on."
Hugo hesitated. "Uh, this looks kinda—"
"Put. It. On."
He was already pulling the jacket on before his survival instincts let him think of any other option.
The moment he looked down at himself, he almost burst into tears. The suit was horrible.
The shoulders were too big, the pants were so tight he felt like a sausage, and the color? Oh god. It was mustard yellow.
"This… this isn't really my style," Hugo said carefully, trying to sound polite.
Tony tilted his head, cracking his neck like he was preparing for violence. "Not your style?"
Hugo gulped. "I mean, I appreciate the craftsmanship, but—"
"Kid," Tony interrupted, taking a slow step forward. "You like this suit."
The muscle-bound goon behind Hugo cracked his knuckles.
The scowling one pulled out a measuring tape and snapped it threateningly. Collins, standing at a safe distance, gave Hugo a thumbs-up like this was great customer service.
Hugo exhaled shakily. "You know what? Now that I look at it… this suit is really growing on me."
Tony nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, let's talk price."
The number Tony said next made Hugo's soul leave his body. There was no way this mustard-colored abomination cost that much. No way.
But before Hugo could protest, one of the goons casually reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles.
Just held them. Like he was thinking about using them.
Hugo's survival instincts kicked in immediately. "That's… actually a great deal. Really fair. I love supporting local businesses."
Tony grinned and clapped a heavy hand on Hugo's shoulder. "I like you, kid. You got good taste."
Hugo was dying inside.
Collins, the backstabbing snake, was already at the counter paying with Hugo's card.
Minutes later, they were back outside, Hugo clutching the suit bag like it was a bag of shame.
His wallet was significantly lighter, his dignity had been crushed, and worst of all, he still had to wear this monstrosity to dinner.
Collins, of course, was thrilled. "Man, that was smooth. You handled that like a champ."
Hugo shot him a murderous glare. "I hate you."
Collins just shrugged. "Hey, at least you got a suit."
Hugo groaned, staring down at the suit bag. He already knew. Deep down in his soul, he knew. This dinner was going to be a disaster.
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