All Chapters of Ultimate Harem System: Chapter 71
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Chapter 71: Goodbye
Johnny woke up to silence.Not the good kind.The unnerving kind—the kind that sits on your chest and refuses to move.The room was dim, lit only by the thin gray wash of morning squeezing through the curtains. His head throbbed. His throat felt like sand. His jaw was tight, as if he had been grinding it all night.He blinked, groaned, pushed himself upright.The other side of the bed was cold.Too cold.He frowned. The sheets were neatly folded back, like someone had slipped out carefully, deliberately, trying not to wake him.His heartbeat flicked once—then kicked.“Rhea?”Silence.He swung his legs off the bed and stood, ignoring how weak and unsteady he felt. He scanned the bedroom first—the chair, the couch, the messy pile of their clothes on the floor from last night’s chaos.No Rhea.He tried the bathroom.“Rhea?” His voice echoed against marble. Empty.He checked the closet. The entryway. The balcony.Nothing.A jolt shot through his chest. Fear. Stupid, irrational fear, but i
CHAPTER 72: Sky Sovereign
“Welp… that’s that.”Johnny let the words slip out under his breath.Quiet.Dry.Almost resigned.He slid the letter into his pocket, drew one long breath, then walked back toward the elevators. The morning staff nodded politely as he passed, unaware that every step felt heavier than the last.When he reached the Sky Sovereign master suite again, he finally paused long enough to look—really look—at where he had spent the most chaotic night of his life.And for the first time, it hit him.The room was ridiculous.Luxurious in the kind of way that felt almost unreal unless you were born into money.Johnny wasn’t.He stepped forward slowly, like he was entering a museum instead of his own temporary living space.The suite was massive.Open.Breathing.The floor stretched out in polished darkwood that reflected the faint morning light. Subtle, warm—almost golden.The entire far wall was one giant panel of glass.Floor to ceiling.No frames.No interruptions.Just pure horizon.Pantheon Va
Chapter 73: She is really gone
Steam curled around Johnny as he stood under the shower, palms pressed to the tile. The water was hot enough to sting, but he barely felt it. His mind was drifting—slow, heavy, all tangled up in the night before.The hot water beat down on Johnny’s shoulders, but his mind kept circling back to Rhea—not in some dramatic, world-ending heartbreak. He didn’t know Rhea deeply enough for that.But in a quieter, messier way. Her absence… it left a weird taste in his mouth.They’d only known each other a few chaotic hours, thrown together by bad timing, danger, and whatever the hell last night was supposed to be. He didn’t pretend it was love. It wasn’t. What he felt was something closer to unfinished business—like a conversation that cut off halfway through.He didn’t know her enough for it to hurt like a breakup. They were practically strangers stitched together by chaos, alcohol, bad timing, and a night that spiraled faster than either of them expected.But still…The empty space she left
Chapter 74: The Suit vs The Hoodie
He stood there for a moment, listening to the dripping inside the shower, before stepping out and grabbing a towel. He dried off quietly, not rushing. There was a strange calm settling over him—the kind that shows up in your life after a long, chaotic night finally ends. When he walked back into the master suite, the neatly arranged suit from Sophie waited on the bed. He stared at it for a moment. The fabric looked expensive even from across the room—smooth, sharp, the kind of thing worn by men with chauffeurs and assistants. Sophie didn’t just bring a suit. She brought a statement piece. He began dressing slowly. First the black dress shirt—the fabric clean and crisp against his skin. Then the trousers, tailored almost too perfectly for someone who had never been measured. The vest followed, hugging his torso in a way that made him look broader, taller, more composed. Piece by piece, he put the outfit on. And with every layer, the mirror reflected someone who didn’t quite
Chapter 75: The Jog
The Silver Crest Holdings building wasn’t far from the Nebula Hotel. The two establishments sat in the same central district, one of the busiest areas of Pantheon Valley. The streets were still humming with early morning traffic, and Johnny decided against using any of his cars. Instead, he walked briskly, almost jogging, to clear the last traces of his hangover from his head. Each step helped him shed the fuzziness, letting his mind sharpen gradually as the city moved around him.By the time he arrived, his clothes were slightly wrinkled, dust clinging to the hems, and his sneakers scuffed from the uneven sidewalks. A row of luxurious cars gleamed under the morning sun, parked neatly along the entrance. The building itself loomed tall and imposing, all steel and glass, reflecting the skyline in its mirrored panels. Johnny paused briefly at the entrance, taking in the structure. It was a statement. A monument. A business empire manifested in concrete and glass.He adjusted his hoo
CHAPTER 76: Gerald
“So… what does it say?” Johnny asked.Gerald didn’t answer immediately.His eyes were locked on the card, his pupils trembling as though the words on the psychic paper were rearranging themselves right in front of him. His throat tightened. He blinked once. Twice. But the letters refused to change. Every time his eyes refocused, they spelled the same horrifying truth.“It says…” Gerald’s voice cracked. “It says… owner of Silver Crest Holdings.”He didn’t sound convinced of the words, almost as if he expected the sentence to dissolve the moment he spoke it aloud. His lips parted once more, and he read it again silently, as if daring reality to correct him. But it didn’t.The card didn’t lie.Or rather—Johnny didn’t let it.Johnny lifted one corner of his mouth. The smirk wasn’t loud or arrogant; it was quiet, calculated, confirming what he already suspected. The psychic paper didn’t just reflect what a person wanted to see—it could also reflect his intentions. His projection. His wi
CHAPTER 77: Paying Dues
The moment Johnny stepped through the glass doors of Silver Crest Holdings, a quiet wave of déjà vu washed over him. Nothing had changed. Nothing. The lobby still had that cold, expensive smell—like polished marble and paper fresh from the printer. The same muted silver lamps. The same reception desk where interns hovered like anxious ghosts. Phones ringing. Heels clicking. People rushing past each other with the sharp urgency of those who believed their entire future depended on a signature. Everyone was busy. Everyone looked important. Everyone acted like they mattered more than whoever stood next to them. Johnny stood still in the middle of it all, watching. And for a split second, he saw a younger version of himself—same building, same walls, except his clothes were cheaper, his shoulders lower, and his eyes… tired. Always tired. Back then, when he was an intern, he didn’t really see the world around him clearly. He didn’t know the game he had walked into. He thought it wa
Chapter 78: Emily Blake
Emily Blake didn’t just appear.She arrived—like a scent, like a temperature shift, like trouble walking on expensive heels.Perfect hair.Perfect posture.Perfect poison in human form.Johnny had barely taken ten steps into the real-estate department floor when her voice sliced through the air, sharp and smug and dripping with that familiar, poisonous sweetness.“Well, well… look who crawled back in.”He stopped.Around him, heads turned. Phones lowered. Chairs creaked. The whole department swelled with a hungry kind of silence—half curiosity, half anticipation. Office drama was oxygen in this place, and Emily Blake was their favorite wildfire.Johnny turned slowly.And there she was.Emily leaned against one of the glass desks, one hip cocked out in a pose that was half model, half predator. Her blouse was tight, deliberately unbuttoned one button too far. Her pencil skirt hugged her hips like it was stitched directly to her skin. Her lipstick was a glossy, sinful red. Her perfum
Chapter 79: Kiss It
"What the hell do you mean by you are in charge?!" A ripple went through Emily.She covered it with a smirk.“You think you can talk back to me?” she scoffed. “Do you know who I am?”Johnny didn’t answer.But Emily did—she answered herself, loudly, proudly, for the whole office to hear.“I am now the assistant head of the real estate department,” she announced, tapping her badge. “Seven departments in the entire company, and I’m second-in-command of one. And you—” she jabbed a finger into his chest, “are nothing. A fired intern who couldn’t even bring coffee correctly.”Her voice sharpened, turning venomous.“You know how I got here? I earned it.”Johnny raised a brow.Lie.Everyone knew.Even Emily knew everyone knew.She slept her way up the hierarchy like it was a ladder made of bedsheets.And she flaunted it with zero shame.“And now,” she continued, leaning in so close he could feel her breath, “you’re standing here like you belong. You’re not even supposed to be in the building
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