Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System-Chapter 250 Daddy’s Home!

Hugo hopped off his bike with a spring in his step, practically glowing with excitement as he stopped in front of the car repair shop.

His eyes sparkled with pure joy, like a kid about to unwrap the biggest gift on Christmas morning.

'Today's the day, baby!'

His thoughts were a chaotic mix of hype and relief.

'Finally, after all this time, I'm getting my car back. My beautiful, precious Benz. I haven't even had a chance to bond with her properly yet!'

The memory of the disaster that led him here flashed through his mind like a bad highlight reel.

It wasn't his fault—honestly, it wasn't.

How was he supposed to know that his former gang members would decide to pop up and turn his victory drive into a full blown action movie chase?

The screech of tires, the adrenaline-fueled sharp turns, and that one insanely close call where he narrowly avoided turning his car into modern art on someone's fence—yeah, totally not his fault!

He was merely a young, rich lad trying to survive!

And let's not even talk about the cherry on top: the cops pulling him over right when he was about to escape.

Those men in Black had ruined his grand debut into the fast and furious franchise!

And what was weirder? He never even heard from the gang again. Maybe they had bigger fish to fry.

Maybe they just didn't want to deal with the hassle for now. Either way, that disaster ended with his Benz towed off for repairs and his pride bruised beyond recognition.

Not to mention the thousands of dollars he had had to pay for the repairs...

That day was a disaster!

'But today… today's different!" Hugo thought with pure determination, practically charging through the door of the shop.

The scent of oil, grease, and worn leather hit him like a wave, but he didn't care.

His eyes zeroed in on her—the one, the only, his brand-new, all-black Benz with sleek silver plating.

The thing looked like it had rolled straight out of a luxury magazine spread.

The way the black gleamed under the workshop lights was almost sinful. It was sharp, deadly, and smooth enough to make even James Bond jealous.

"Oh, my sweet, beautiful girl!" Hugo nearly teared up on the spot, dramatically clutching his chest. "Daddy's home, and I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

The gruff old mechanic, probably in his late fifties with arms the size of tree trunks and a permanent scowl etched onto his face, watched Hugo's over the top reaction with the same expression someone might have if they found a guy proposing to a sandwich.

"You done drooling yet, kid?" the mechanic grumbled, wiping his hands on a greasy rag.

"Drooling? Sir, I'm appreciating art," Hugo replied with a completely serious face, giving his car one last loving stroke along the hood. "And this masterpiece deserves it."

After checking every corner, every detail, and confirming that not a single scratch remained on his beauty, Hugo handed over the payment with a grateful grin.

"You, my friend, are a miracle worker."

The mechanic just snorted. "Just don't bring it back next week in pieces."

"No promises," Hugo muttered under his breath, remembering his chaotic luck. Find your next read at novelbuddy

He slid into the driver's seat like he was sliding into a throne.

The engine purred to life with a smooth growl that made him shiver in delight. The seats hugged him like they missed him too. Everything was perfect!

"Time to show the world who's boss!"

His next thought made him nearly burst into laughter.

'Oh, Collin's face is gonna be priceless when he sees this bad boy.'

Hugo could already imagine it—his best friend's jaw dropping to the floor when he realized Hugo hadn't been lying about buying the exact same model of Benz as him… on the same day.

'I live for that reaction. Absolutely legendary!'

As he rolled onto the road, Hugo cranked up his favorite playlist, letting the beat pulse through the speakers.

The bass thumped perfectly with the rhythm of his heartbeat. The windows down, the wind whipping through his hair, Hugo was in his element—finally, victory tasted so sweet.

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But then, as he turned a corner, something—or rather, someone—made him ease off the gas.

Standing by the side of the road was Erica.

Even in her casual jeans and simple white crop top, she looked like she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine.

Her wavy hair caught the sunlight just right, and the effortless sway of her hips as she adjusted her bag?

Yeah, Hugo almost forgot how to breathe for a second!

'Damn, how does she look that good just standing there?!' His thoughts immediately spiraled.

'Is this some secret superpower? Casual mode activated: still stunning.'

Without thinking, he slowed the car down, pulling up right beside her. The window rolled down smoothly as Hugo leaned over with his most confident grin.

"Well, well, what's a beautiful lady like you doing all alone on a street like this? Need a ride, gorgeous?"

Erica turned her head, her yes widening and her lips curling into that familiar playful smirk.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned down just enough to peek through the open window.

"Smooth, Hugo," she teased, voice low and teasingly slow. "Trying to pick me up off the street now? You really don't quit, huh?"

"What can I say? A guy's gotta shoot his shot," Hugo shot back with a wink. "Hop in. I'll be your knight in shiny Benz armor."

Chuckling, she opened the door and slipped inside. The instant she settled in, her teasing expression returned full force.

"So, you and Hilary are a thing now, huh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as if she already knew the answer and just wanted to see him squirm.

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