Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System-Chapter 299: Steak Buffet!

Hugo was sprinting down the hallways of Sanchez's ridiculous mansion like a man who had just been told he had five minutes to grab as much money as possible from a billionaire's vault.

His face was so full of joy, so brimming with excitement, that if anyone saw him, they'd probably assume he had just won the lottery or discovered he was a long-lost prince.

But no, this was better!

This was the opportunity of a lifetime!

As he ran, his mind was filled with all sorts of wild thoughts. This was his chance. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

A door had finally opened for him, and he was not about to let it close.

After all, when you're about to attend a high society event with some of the most powerful and influential people around, you don't just show up in a random, boring suit.

No. You show up looking like you belong. You show up looking so good that even the richest people in the room start questioning if they're actually the ones underdressed.

The problem? Hugo didn't own a single truly high-class suit.

Obviously, that maroon disaster didn't count.

And that was why, just minutes ago, he had absolutely refused to go unless Sanchez let him borrow one of his expensive designer suits.

And Sanchez, being desperate beyond belief to drag Hugo along, had reluctantly agreed—after some serious whining and guilt-tripping from Hugo, of course.

But Hugo wasn't an idiot. He wasn't going to just take one suit.

Oh, no.

If he was being given access to Sanchez's insanely overpriced wardrobe, he was going to take advantage of it.

So, instead of picking just one suit, Hugo had happily raided Sanchez's closet and grabbed as many designer clothes as his arms could carry.

Jackets, shoes, watches—everything!

Was this bad?

Did he even care?!

'This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,' Hugo thought gleefully as he tossed a third pair of leather shoes into the pile.

'It would be a crime to take just one outfit. I'd be dishonoring my ancestors.'

By the time he finished, it looked less like he was borrowing a suit and more like he was looting a store.

Finally, ten minutes later, Hugo came strutting down the grand staircase like he was walking the runway of Paris Fashion Week.

His suit was a deep, elegant blue, perfectly crisp and tailored.

The fabric hugged his broad shoulders just right, the polished shoes clicked against the floor like a declaration of power, and the subtle flex of his wristwatch screamed money.

He looked like the type of man who had private jets, drank champagne for breakfast, and made million-dollar deals before lunch.

And honestly? Hugo had never looked better.

Not that it was easy. Finding a suit that fit him perfectly had been an absolute pain.

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Most of Sanchez's wardrobe had been tailored for someone just slightly taller, and Hugo, now standing at 5'11, had to dig for one that actually sat on him properly.

But in the end? Success.

Sanchez, already waiting by the entrance, took one long look at Hugo and sighed dramatically.

"See? The only reason you look this good is because you're wearing my clothes."

Hugo smirked. "Nah, I think it's because I'm just naturally built different."

Sanchez scoffed. "No, no. You're borrowing my aura. That's why you look expensive right now."

"Pfft. Aura? Man, get out of here with that." Hugo rolled his eyes. "I could make a potato sack look good."

"Oh, really?" Sanchez crossed his arms. "I'd love to see that."

"Pay me with steak, and I might consider it," Hugo shot back.

Before Sanchez could fire back, his phone buzzed, and his eyes widened. "Crap! We're so late, come on!"

And just like that, Sanchez grabbed Hugo by the arm and dragged him out the door.

.....

An hour later…

Hugo stepped out of a massive white skyscraper, his body radiating both excitement and exhaustion.

What. A. Ride.

Originally, he thought they were just going to some snobby rich-people gathering where Sanchez would shake some hands, sip some overpriced champagne, and call it a day.

But no.

Instead, he had just spent the last hour in a semi-interview with a manager from one of the good modeling agencies in the country.

Not the top ones, but the ones who could truly call themselves an agency.

Why?

Because apparently, before they let Sanchez into their exclusive elite club, they wanted to verify whether Hugo (Sanchez's talent) was really the top-tier modeling talent that Sanchez had been hyping him up to be.

Which, of course, was a huge problem.

Why?

Because 99% of what Sanchez had told them was a complete and utter lie!

Sanchez had basically fabricated an entire legendary career for Hugo.

He had boldly declared that Hugo had turned down offers from multiple famous brands, done exclusive international shoots, and was on the verge of becoming the next big fashion icon!

Hugo had never done any of those things.

Not even one.

But Hugo, being the genius he was, didn't panic.

When the agency manager asked him about his experience, he smoothly dodged the questions with vague, mysterious answers.

When they wanted to see his previous work, he smiled charmingly and said, "My portfolio is currently being updated with some new projects. You know how it is."

But then, when they insisted on doing a test shoot on the spot, Hugo knew that this was the moment of truth.

And did he crumble under the pressure? Absolutely not.

The moment he stepped in front of the camera, he activated his natural charisma and absolutely obliterated the shoot.

Every pose? Flawless.

Every angle? Perfect.

Every shot? So breathtaking that the manager literally looked like he was about to cry.

By the end of it, the man was practically begging Sanchez to let Hugo work with them.

And that's how Sanchez now actually had a real shot at joining the exclusive high-society group.

Hugo, however?

Hugo was happy as well but he was also ready to collapse.

As they walked back to the car, Hugo groaned, stretching his arms. "Man, this was way too much work."

Sanchez, grinning ear to ear, patted Hugo's shoulder. "But we did it, my guy! We're in!"

Hugo narrowed his eyes. "We? No, no, no. I did it. You just sat there smiling while I carried that whole thing on my back."

Sanchez laughed. "True. So, how do I repay you?"

Hugo immediately perked up. "Steak. All-you-can-eat steak buffet. Right now."

Sanchez sighed. "Of course. I'll feed you steak till all you can see is steak!"

Hugo smirked. "Damn right."

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