The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 325: Your Ugliness Has Hurt My Eyes Deeply

Jacob shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, my sister is Queenie Yeats. She's not Master Bertha. But..." He trailed off, realizing how much more complicated this was than he intended to explain.

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Tony's mind reeled as he processed the information. "So, you're telling me... John is not only with Master Bertha, but he's also with someone else—Queenie Yeats, no less?" His disbelief was palpable. "What kind of man is this?!"

John, the object of their scrutiny, didn't even flinch. He looked unfazed by the confusion and shock swirling around him. A slight smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back casually. "Well, what can I say? I'm a man of many talents." His tone was light, almost nonchalant, as if the idea of having multiple women vying for his attention didn't faze him in the slightest.

Lucien, who had been quietly watching the back-and-forth, felt a wave of jealousy bubble up inside him. Three women? This was too much to swallow. The rumors were true—John had not just one, but three women vying for his attention.

"Damn it!" Lucien muttered under his breath. How did he manage that?

Lisa, sensing the growing tension and irritation in the air, threw in her two cents with a sly grin. "Well, what can I say? I'm just so handsome. Girls can't resist me. Unlike some guys, who only attract women because of their family background."

Tony's face darkened immediately, and Aria's expression shifted uncomfortably.

"Who the hell did you just call ugly?" Tony snarled, his patience finally snapping.

John tilted his head, unfazed by Tony's rising anger. "The man who's getting angry. If you don't feel inferior about your appearance, then why are you so mad? Look at Lucien, he's not angry. It means he knows I'm not talking about him, and in his heart, he thinks you're ugly, too."

Lucien stiffened at the mention of his name. What the hell? He glanced nervously at Tony, who, to his relief, didn't seem to be paying him any attention. Lucien let out a nervous laugh. "What nonsense! Who cares about looks? When it comes to true power, family background matters. You've got a strong supporter in Master Bertha, but even she can't save you from the likes of Mr. Will."

John didn't even blink. "If family background is all that matters, why did Master Bertha choose me over someone like Mr. Will?"

Lucien was at a loss for words. He couldn't argue with that logic. He opened his mouth to retort but quickly shut it when he realized that John wasn't wrong. Master Bertha wasn't driven by family connections—she chose people based on more personal qualities.

The conversation shifted again, and this time, Tony could feel his blood boiling. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared at John, his fists clenching involuntarily. "Do you have any idea how many people would have died for less than what you just said? You dare insult me, of all people, because of your ugly little remarks about my appearance?"

In his past, Tony had lost his temper over slights to his appearance more times than he cared to admit. He'd had people's tongues cut out for mocking his looks, and now, John had done the unthinkable: repeatedly insulted him for something Tony considered a deep personal insecurity.

"You're really pushing it now," Tony growled, taking a step forward, the fury evident in his stance. "You think just because you're Master Bertha's man, you can walk in here and act like this? You think you can talk to me like that without consequences?"

John didn't flinch. He met Tony's gaze with a sly, almost mocking smile, his eyes gleaming with an air of mischief. "Oh? So now you're threatening me with death just because I think you're ugly? That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?"

Tony's chest heaved as he stood there, frozen in anger. His mind raced with all the possibilities—why was John acting like this? What kind of game was he playing? Did he really think he could challenge Tony on this level, just because of some connection with Master Bertha?

Lucien, seeing the tension escalating, couldn't resist one last jibe. "You think being with Master Bertha is enough to save you? Don't forget, she's his woman. He's living off of her."

John chuckled softly. "You're right. I'm living off her. But you seem to forget that, despite all your so-called connections and family support, you don't matter if people can't even stand looking at you. Your ugliness has hurt my eyes deeply, Tony. I think I've finally reached my breaking point."

The room fell silent, all eyes focused on Tony, who stood there seething with rage, his mind unable to keep up with the audacity of John's words. It was clear: this confrontation was just beginning, and it was only a matter of time before it spiraled into something far more dangerous.

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