RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 319: Clash

I knew that along with Regan Bastion, Albert's family also had their eyes on me. I knew that his people did not like that he left me, a stranger so much of his wealth.

Grace had mentioned the definite possibility that there was more to the shares I had been given than what was shown on the surface.

As I accepted this, thinking of Grace, the last thing on my mind had been fear of Albert's family.

Due to how things had been with Regan so far, my mind subconsciously assumed that just like with him, the threat from Albert's family would come through the use of the law.

I didn't entirely cancel out the possibility of violence, but I narrowed that possibility down to being along the lines of guns and knives, assassination-type things.

With Mr God on the loose somewhere in Michigan, I thought—bar the other powerful figures I had sensed during the lightning storm, he was the only one I truly had to worry about.

But then Lia Caster popped up.

Our first meeting and the woman had me falling in line. And it didn't end there.

Now, there was a second group in the room, and no one other than me seemed to have noticed them.

"Where, sir?" Grace asked after hearing my earlier words. She looked to the chairs ahead of us and found nothing amidst the room, just Lia Caster and her children.

"Look to the left. The other side of the room."

Looking at Grace, I saw her eyes widen in shock as she looked left.

The woman immediately turned to me, questions definitely forming in her head but as her eyes fell on me, it was like a switch had been flicked. The light in her eyes died off, and she looked at me blankly.

"What's the matter?"

"Look to the left side of the room."

Grace looked left, surprise flashing on her face once more, but then she looked to me again.

"...What's the matter?"

"Do you not remember what you saw when you looked to the left of the room?"

"What I saw...?" the confused mother muttered, her forehead creasing in thought. And when she turned back, she looked to the left.

This time, after her eyes widened in surprise at the figures she saw, her expression immediately shifted to one of pain, and she hurriedly looked away, rubbing her head.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned, searching the air with Mind Vision for any possible attacks.

"Just a sharp headache. What were you trying to show me?"

"It's okay. Focus on Mongraty."

Without the least bit of suspicion, Grace turned her head to Mongraty. But before I also resumed listening to him, I looked to the left one last time, registering the appearance of three individuals, a handsome young man and two gorgeous women.

The three individuals, even the man, had long blond hair, each of them more than qualified to be models. And of the three, the man was looking straight at me, detest in his eyes.

"Look away, filth," a female voice sounded in my head.

At first, I thought it was Ninja Momma, but the tone and real disgust in the voice disqualified her. And besides, I quickly picked up on where the wave of Psion that carried the message came from.

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For this attack, I intended on shrugging it off, wanting to better observe the three apparent siblings. But then their mother came in.

It could be assumed that if her kids could weave methods that would make me struggle to detect them, then she as their mother, would have more powerful methods. Yet when she stepped into the room, I immediately detected it. A large portion of that had to do with the intense familiarity I felt.

A look to the back, and I recognized the woman or women, stepping in.

Three of them. All blond. The ones to the side were dressed in tight, long-sleeved gowns that had long slits exposing their thick and well-toned thighs.

The two women to the sides wore black high heels and sparkling silver bracelets on their wrists. But despite all this, just like last time, the woman in the middle, who dressed conservatively, by virtue of her face, stood out the most.

Nothing much had changed. Compared to last time, when they were green, this time her robes were black, perhaps attuned to the occasion. They reached all the way to the floor, covering even her feet.

With blonde hair longer than any of those present and a slight bump at the back of her bogus dress where her ass should be, a hint of the prowess of her ass being given, I felt like I had travelled all the way back to the day in the elevator, my first time at Ford Headquarters.

Back then, I didn't know the woman. But just because I had been able to fight off the pressure and look at her face, I was bestowed with a new title.

I had gone to different places and done a bit of travel since back then, yet my assessment of the woman still stood.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and the sight of her imbued pure lust in me.

Without hesitation, my eyes focused on the figures of the three women—the lust I felt for them, especially the woman at the center, nakedly dancing in my eyes.

In sync, after taking a few steps into the room, the eyes of the women to the sides turned to me, malicious intent clear in them. But before they could act—or be leashed by their mistress—someone else decided I had been given too much leeway.

While I could keep Echo continuously active, I faced no problem having Mind Vision on. And when the blonde who had been silently watching me all this while moved from his seat, I immediately took in a deep breath. And the next second, while standing up, I turned around, my right fist grabbed tight and shooting out into the air.

Bam!!

Bam!!

Bam!!

Boom!!