Invincible Heir

Chapter 63 Share the same room

Yuri was so upset right now and Hudson was always clinging to her, that’s why she erupted suddenly.

“Mr. Brown, are you OK?” Seeing their boss be treated with such total disdain, his men stood up

immediately.

With a wave of his hand, Hudson beckoned his men to sit down. Instead of getting mad, he smiled and

said gently, “Sweetie, don't be mad. I just want to make friends with you.”

Actually, Yuri regretted it almost immediately. She completely had lost control just now. She realized

that she was alone here, she shouldn't piss him off.

“Sorry. I'm in a bad mood, so……” She apologized to Hudson.

“Apology accepted!” Hudson said with a smile and snapped his fingers. “Open a bottle of the finest

Laffite!”

Soon, a waiter came over with it. Looking at the wine, Yuri got flustered. Now she was on thin ice

already.

She frowned and said, “I'm sorry. I've had enough. It's time to leave.” At this point, she just wanted to

leave as soon as possible, but she also knew that Hudson wouldn't make it easy for her to leave.

Hudson plastered some fake smile on his face and poured Yuri a drink. He handed it over and said, “I

need to feel your apology is sincere. You threw the wine full in my face. Now drink that up and I'll

forgive you. That's not much to ask, is it?”

“Just drink it? I have your word?” She asked, a little suspicious.

“Of course!” Hudson nodded.

“Okey!” Without hesitation, Yuri picked up the wine and looked at Hudson. She said, “again, I’m so

sorry. I will drink it and you should keep your word.”

Then, she lifted her glass at her lips. Just at this time, her wrist is grasped by a black hand and a dark

figure was standing in front of her suddenly. Apparently, the guy was from another country!

What Yuri didn't know was that the guy was Samba, the boxing champion of Heukwok.

“You can't drink it!” Samba spoke like a native speaker.

Hudson’s face darkened. “Who the hell are you?”

Samba looked at Yuri, ignoring Hudson’s interruption. “The wine was drugged!”

“What?!” Yuri was shocked and the glass dropped down from her hand, fragments of broken glass lying

around.

“I never thought you could be so shameless!” Yuri stared angrily at Hudson.

But Hudson was unafraid and smiled, “You believe him? You don’t even know him!”

Yuri hesitated and she didn't know who to trust.

“I’m Samba and I came here because of Mr. Owen. I was assigned for your protection,” Samba

explained.

When Yuri heard the words, she felt astonished and delighted. But she reconfirmed, “Who is Mr.

Owen?”

“Baron Owen! You can call him if you have any doubt.” Samba said.

Yuri was so relieved now and a great feeling of happiness swept over her.

Hudson also definitely understood why Samba was here. Of course, it never occurred to him that Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Samba could wrap up his assignment. “Don't get all cocky, buddy. You didn't really think you were

gonna be able to take her away alone by yourself, did you?” Hudson said dismissively, reclining on the

sofa and lacing his hands behind his head.

At the last word, seven or eight guards rushed out and stared fiercely at Samba.

Strangely enough, Yuri was not afraid at all and didn't even feel like she was in danger. She just really

trusted Baron.

Samba glanced around and said, “Miss Perry, follow me!”

“OK!” Yuri replied excitedly.

Hudson looked at them contemptuously, with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. Someone beside him lit

the cigarette for him.

Samba took one step forward and bellowed, “fuck off!”

“Beat him up!” The guards rushed to him.

But Samba was undaunted, striding forwards. When the first guard reached him, he got the man flying

away with a single punch.

The man never thought that punch could be this hard as he crashed right into some tables. Following

the crash, all the wines smashed on the ground with broken pieces everywhere.

For Samba was the boxing champion of Heukwok, the guards were no match for him.

Samba punched anyone who tried to attack him. Not long afterward, the guards fell to the ground,

screaming.

Samba then walked straight out of the room with Yuri.

Hudson got mad and shouted, “You stupid jerk! You are against the Brown family now! You will pay for

this!”

Staring after them, Hudson ordered, “I want to know every single thing about Baron! As soon as

possible!”

On the way home, Yuri kept asking questions.

“Did Baron send you here to protect me?”

“And your relationship to Baron?”

“Do you know what he used to be like?”

But there was only one answer to these questions, “I don’t know!” In fact, Samba really didn't know. He

chose Baron because he was more powerful, and nothing else.

Eventually, Yuri arrived home. Tracy, who was chatting with Baron, heard the door open. “Yuri comes

back! That's a relief!”

Meanwhile, Baron received a message, “You two can rest assured. I got home safely.”

“Yuri’s message?” Tracy asked.

Baron nodded and said, “Yuri has arrived home and told us not to worry about her.”

“I see,” Tracy said. But somehow, a weird feeling came over her.

Baron looked at his watch and stood up. “Well, it's getting late. I should go. Goodnight! Have a good

rest!”

“Baron!” Tracy stopped him when he was at the door.

“Anything else?” Baron asked, confused.

“Maybe you should sleep in here with us from today.” It did take a lot of courage for Tracy to say it.

Baron was stunned, standing almost motionless at the door. A gust of happiness swept through him.

Baron made no answer, which made Tracy go crimson. She bit her red lips and said, “Well, if you don't

want to, forget it!”

“I want to, very much!” Baron hurriedly said.

A smile came over Tracy's face. “Don't read too much into it. I just want you to spend more time with

Lara.”