The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 193: Mom Cuckolded You

But since he'd recovered physically thanks to John's acupuncture, he figured it wasn't a big deal—even if Jacob found out about his improved "performance" lately.

Then Jacob dropped the bomb.

"So, based on what I saw... I think Mom might have cuckolded you."

Nick nearly choked on air.

"What did you just say?!"

Jacob stood firm, even acting it out with dramatic hand gestures and a dead-serious expression.

"I mean, think about it! That weird energy between them! And Mom blushed!"

Of course, Jacob ended up getting a good scolding.

Back in the living room, Queenie remained completely calm. She was used to scenes like this by now.

Her parents had always interacted strangely with John—and not just with teasing. It was... complicated. But she'd long stopped being surprised by it.

Suddenly, Marcia spoke up, brushing the weirdness aside.

"Johnny, Queenie—just in time. I have something to tell you both. Tomorrow at noon, Tate invited us over for lunch."

Tate Bush—head of the Bush family and Justin's father. He was an old friend of Nick's; their families had been close for generations.

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It wasn't unusual for them to host casual family gatherings.

But then Marcia added, "This time, they specifically asked for you two to come along."

"Us?" John pointed at himself in surprise.

He could understand being invited by the Bushes—he had crossed paths with Justin before. But knowing Justin's attitude, there was no way this was a friendly gesture.

Marcia explained, "Justin felt bad about what happened during our New York trip. Since he left without a word, he wanted to apologize to you tomorrow."

"Apologize?"

John raised an eyebrow.

That didn't sound like Justin.

He was too proud, too arrogant. The kind of person who never admitted fault—much less apologized.

John had met enough people to know better. Justin wasn't planning to make amends—he was planning something else.

A trap? A humiliation? Who knew.

But this was a Bush family gathering, and out of respect for Nick and Marcia, John would play along.

Whatever Justin was planning, I'll deal with it when it comes.

He wasn't just anyone—he was the King of Horizon.

A spoiled rich boy like Justin didn't scare him.

The next day, they arrived at the Bush family's mansion.

Tate Bush was about the same age as Nick. The two greeted each other warmly, skipping formalities—they'd been friends too long for that.

Jacob had also known the Bush family since childhood. He and Justin had often hung out together before Justin went abroad.

So, among the guests, only John and Queenie felt a little like outsiders.

"Queenie, come here," Marcia said with a smile. "Let me introduce you—this is your Uncle Bush."

Out of courtesy, Queenie stepped forward and greeted him politely. "Hello, Uncle Bush."

"Haha, wonderful! You're so beautiful, Queenie. No wonder my son keeps mentioning you."

Tate couldn't help but praise her. She was indeed a striking young woman. With Marcia's genes, how could she not be?

It was just a pity...

They couldn't end up together.

Tate was well aware of Justin's feelings for Queenie—and also of the "obstacle" that stood in the way.

And today, that obstacle had come to lunch.

Tate turned to look at John.

He'd never met him in person, but he recognized him right away.

This was the man who had bested his son. The one Queenie stood beside now. The so-called guest of honor at today's lunch.

The one Justin wanted to humiliate.

Tate had his doubts. He wanted to see for himself whether this young man was truly as extraordinary as Justin had made him out to be.

Without waiting for Marcia to introduce them, Tate walked straight up to John.

"You must be John Lopez?"

"Yes, sir," John replied evenly.

His tone was calm and respectful—but not overly deferential.

Tate's brow twitched slightly.

In his eyes, John's manner was lacking. He was the elder—shouldn't John have called him uncle? Show a bit more humility?

But John's demeanor suggested equality, not subservience.

That alone already put Tate on edge.