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Collins had one job. One simple, straightforward job.

Find a decent store that sold proper suits so Hugo could buy something respectable for the dinner with Emily's family.

That was it. Nothing complicated. Nothing shady. Just a normal shopping trip. But somehow, someway, Collins had once again led them straight into a disaster.

He had simply asked for where they sold cheap suits, so he wouldn't get ripped off, but judging from the situation, his money might not be the only thing getting ripped of today!

Hugo stood at the entrance of what could barely be called a "shop," staring at the dimly lit interior with growing horror.

The sign outside said "Tony's Premium Tailoring & Discount Bodyguard Services." That alone should have been a red flag.

Who the hell combined tailoring with bodyguard services? That was like opening a bakery that also sold hunting rifles.