Chapter 279: Hugo’s plan failed

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Chapter 279: Hugo’s plan failed Hugo shot Oliver a murderous glare, but inside, he stayed calm. He had already sent Megan away. His daughter was safe. No one would lay a hand on her. And any minute now, his backup would storm in and flip this whole standoff on its head. That thought steadied him. But then he saw Oliver’s smug grin and felt his temper flare. "Oliver," Hugo growled through clenched teeth, "can’t you just shut up for once? Do you have to drag my family into this now?" Oliver’s face twisted with rage. "After everything you did to me, I hope your whole damn bloodline burns." "Stop shouting at each other." Before Hugo could respond, Gustave’s voice cut through the room like a whip. "I’m not here for your pathetic drama." His eyes locked on Hugo. "I’m here to make sure the guilty finally pay." He reached behind his back and pulled a revolver, leveling it at Hugo’s head. Hugo froze. His hands lifted in surrender, a cold spike of fear running down his spine. Beside him, Susan gasped and clung to his arm, her whole body shaking. "Please," she begged, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Don’t do this. Let us go. We’ll leave and disappear forever. You’ll never see us again." Hugo nodded, lips tight, playing along. But inside, revenge simmered like molten steel. He darted a glance at the doorway again, expecting his men to burst in any second. But there was nothing. ’Where are they? Why aren’t they here?’ His pulse pounded in his ears as the silence dragged on. Gustave stepped forward, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "You want to vanish into thin air? Start over? Never show your face again?" he taunted. "Not even for your daughter?" The words and his meaningful smirk terrified both Susan and Hugo. They looked at each other, their faces pale, fear knotting between them. For the first time, Hugo’s certainty cracked. ’What does he mean? Is Megan in danger?’ His thoughts spun. If Megan had been caught, if Augustine had her, it was over. All of it. Megan would end up in prison. Their entire plan to disappear and start fresh with new identities would fall apart. "You planned well," Gustave added. "You outwitted the police, got Megan out without a trace. Impressive." Then his expression darkened. "But we knew something was coming. We were already watching." Hugo felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. A chill crept up his spine. ’They knew?’ his mind screamed. He had covered every angle, double-checked every move. He had reacted the moment he learned the guard protecting Megan had been compromised. He had pulled her from the city fast, surrounded her with loyal men. It should have worked. "We watched and tracked you," Gustave went on. "Our goal was to bring you in quietly, without making a scene. And then, just as we hoped, you showed up early this morning to see your beloved woman, alone, with no protection." Hugo clenched his jaw. He hadn’t expected to be followed. He had come alone to stay off the radar. Clearly, it hadn’t worked. "We were ready to strike," Gustave went on. "But then"—he cast a glance toward Oliver, "your half-brother showed up, and things got interesting." He paused, his gaze returning to Hugo and Susan. "We waited. Watched. Then your men showed up. We took care of them first. That’s why we are late." What? The word barely formed in Hugo’s mind before the full weight of it hit him. His blood turned to ice. He had been clinging to the hope that his men would arrive and take down Gustave’s team and get him and Susan out. But now the truth hit like a hammer: they were already gone, taken out before they even got close. Everything collapsed in an instant. The illusion of escape crumbled, and with it, Hugo’s strength. His knees buckled, and he sank to the ground. Gustave stepped in and pressed the cold barrel of the gun against Hugo’s forehead. "There is no way out," he said with finality. "You are finished, Hugo. Your entire plan has been exposed. Your daughter’s already behind bars. And soon, you’ll join her." He let that hang in the air before continuing. "You are being charged with attacking a police convoy, injuring officers, and breaking a criminal out of custody. This isn’t a small crime. You won’t see daylight for a long, long time." Then came Oliver’s laugh—loud, bitter, triumphant. The sound echoed through the room. "Hugo," he said, still laughing, "you spent years trying to destroy me, scheming, setting traps. And look where it got you." He clutched his side, still bruised, but for the first time in years, there was relief in his eyes. "You tore my family apart," he grunted out with hatred. "But in the end, you lost. You, your girlfriend, your daughter—you’ll all rot behind bars." Hugo clenched his jaw, eyes blazing. He had lost this battle—he couldn’t deny that. But in his heart, the fire hadn’t gone out. Rage still burned. They had won today. But this war wasn’t over. Not yet. "Stop laughing," Gustave snapped, turning sharply toward Oliver. "Yes, Hugo’s scheme has been uncovered, but don’t fool yourself. You are not clean either." The sting of the words wiped the smirk off Oliver’s face. He stiffened instantly, his face falling. "You let your wife and daughter suffer," Gustave continued, his voice cutting and cold. "You abandoned them. And now you’ll have to face the consequences. Instead of gloating over someone else’s downfall, maybe think about how you are going to look your daughter in the eye, or how to face your furious son." Oliver’s expression crumbled. Guilt washed over him, heavy and suffocating. His smile vanished, replaced by the haunted look of a man realizing too late how badly he had failed the people he loved. He lowered his gaze, the shame settling in his chest like lead. He had wanted so badly to see his daughter, to embrace her, to say something—anything—that could fix what he broke. But he didn’t even know where to begin. What could he possibly say to make it right? His shoulders sagged beneath the weight of regret. Gustave didn’t wait. He raised a hand, gave a curt signal to his men. "Take them away." The men in black moved in swiftly. Within moments, Hugo, Susan, and Oliver were being dragged out of the house. Their footsteps echoed briefly, then faded, leaving the place in stillness.

Chapter 279: Hugo’s plan failed

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