Supreme Master In The Apocalypse

Chapter 22 A Little Taste Of Revenge

"Nice meeting you, Si—"

Hugo froze in his spot. He couldn't take away his eyes from the man who was standing in his front. He saw the familiar smile that he wouldn't dare to forget.

"Sir Julius Achre," He continued his unfinished words.

Julius laughed loudly when he heard his full name. He glanced over at Verda and patted her back. "You raised a very good Son, I see." he shifted his eyes at Hugo and smiled.

"Skip the formalities, Young Man. Just call me Julius."

Hugo looked at his mother before answering, "Alright, Julius." he took a deep sigh before putting on a fake smile on his lips.

"I will just go to Hailey, Mother." He bid his goodbye before directly going to his sister.

Hugo clenched his knuckles as he walked away from his Mother and Julius. 'Let us see if you can still smile widely after what will I do later.' he whispered in the air.

"Are you alright, Brother?" Hailey looked at her brother. She tilted her head when she saw the dark expression on Hugo's face.

Hugo nodded. "Of course," he responded. He took a deep breath and tried to make the atmosphere lighter.

"Okay! Brother, I will just play with my friends." Hailey waved her hands at Hugo before running away.

Hugo couldn't help but to look around after being left alone at the table.

Fifteen minutes later, before the birthday party began. Hugo was just in his seat, eating the foods that were served by the waitress on the side.

He actually had no interest in the whole thing. He could leave already, but he has better plans. 'I will wait for the right moment,' he grinned.

"Let us all welcome, Sir. Julius!"

The emcee announced. Hugo saw how almost everyone inside the building stood up and clapped for Julius as he walked towards the middle.

"Pst. Stand up," Verda glared at Hugo when she saw that her son had no plans to welcome Julius.

Hugo secretly rolled his eyes and stood up. He stared at the man when a brilliant idea crossed his mind.

'Stop.'

Hugo laughed out loudly. He went into the middle, where Julius was currently standing at.

"Now, what should we do with you?" The side of his lips quirked up.

Julius's shoes caught Hugo's attention. "What a great timing!" he exclaimed as he kneeled on the floor.

"Now, should we do a ribbon over here?" He chuckled as he untied Julius's sneakers. After that, he tightly tied the shoelace together to create one line in the middle.

"Nice!"

When Hugo was done, he made sure that the knot wasn't that visible in Julius's eyes. He could have glued the man's shoes on the ground, but unfortunately, he wasn't prepared.

Hugo proceeded to go to Julius's table afterward. He looked at the chair in the middle. "I'm so sorry, but I need to do this." he sincerely apologized to the seat.

He lifted the fabric covering the chair. And with his strength, he successfully took off one of its feet. Of course, for his plan to work out, he had to return the seat cover, covering the whole chair neatly.

When he was done, he hid the missing part at the backstage and went back to his seat.

'Be back,' Hugo whispered back so that everyone could already move.

Julius's speech quickly followed. Hugo was looking at the middle as if something was funny. Although this could be considered a child's play, this was all that he can do. For now.

When he was surveying the building earlier, Hugo noticed that there were a lot of media invited to the party. He saw some cameras on the side, taking some videos and pictures.

That's why he was sure that whatever happened today would surely be broadcasted on the news.

"And, of course, I am very grateful to Mrs. Elizabeth for inviting us to her daughter's 7th birthday party." Julius smiled widely as he posed for the camera.

'This is where the fun starts,' Hugo muttered as Julius's speech came to its end.

''3… 2… 1….' he slowly counted down.

*Bogshhh

The people's eyes widened when Julius suddenly fell to the ground after taking a step. Everyone fell into a panic from what happened.

Some employees immediately went closer to the man to assist him in standing up.

"I'm alright…." Julius declared, followed by an awkward laugh. His forehead creased as he looked over at his shoelaces. He gritted his teeth, but because of the media on the side, he couldn't do anything to ease his anger.

Julius glared at his assistant, who was now standing by his side. "Make sure that this wouldn't go out." he threatened the young man.

"I'm alright, everyone! You do not need to worry!"

Hugo snickered as he saw the forced smile on Julius's face. He tilted his head to the side as he saw how he slowly walked toward his table.

'It's a pity that I forgot my phone." He shook his head. He could have recorded the whole thing if his phone was just here.

"Are you sure that you are alright, Sir?" Mrs. Elizabeth, the owner of the building, asked worriedly.

Julius placed a smile on his lips as he nodded. "Of course, Mrs. Elizabeth. This is just some wardrobe problems." He tried to explain.

Mrs. Elizabeth sighed in relief. "I will just take you to your seat then," the woman uttered as they went to the most prominent table where important guests were sitting in.

'Let's see if you could still hide that act of yours.' Hugo's eyes followed Julius's steps.

He knew how important it was for Julius to have a good image in the media. After all, it was what made them famous. So being embarrassed like this will surely anger him.

Hugo waited patiently for Julius to arrive at their table. A smile rose to his lips as he saw how Mrs. Elizabeth walked away.

On the other hand, Julius was already furious about what happened earlier. It didn't help when he heard a few people talking about him on the side.

'I will make the person who did this pay!' He pressed his lips together in anger.

Just when he was about to sit, his eyes stared in fascinated horror. His face instantly turned pale when he noticed that there was something wrong with the chair.

But before Julius could even do something, a loud falling sound echoed in the whole room. It was followed by a thunderous shout coming from a man.

"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS? I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!"