Framed, Then Reborn To Rule With The Harem System.

At The Grand Aurelia.

Chapter 6

Carson’s POV

I sat on the edge of Elena’s bed the next morning while she moved around the room getting ready for her shift. The system screen floated quietly in front of me.

[System Points: 300]

[Conversion is now available]

[Current rate: 1 Point = $300]

[Ready to convert now?]

I stared at the numbers. Three hundred points. At that rate it would amount to ninety thousand dollars. The amount felt unreal. In my previous life I had never held even a fraction of that at once.

I selected convert.

A soft chime sounded.

[Conversion was successful!]

[ $90,000 has been deposited into a newly generated account under the name Carson Beaumont]

[Account details will be available in the System Inventory]

I opened the inventory and checked. The money was actually there. Real and accessible. I logged into the digital banking interface the system provided and stared at the balance for a long time.

Ninety thousand dollars.

Elena glanced over while pulling her hair into a ponytail. “You’re quiet this morning.”

“Just thinking,” I said.

She looked at the clothes I had worn from the hospital. “Is that all you have?”

“Yes.”

She sighed and walked to a small closet near the door. After a moment she came back with a plain shirt and a pair of slightly faded jeans. “I found these in the lost and found. They’re clean, but they’re not exactly stylish and they’re way better than hospital clothes though.”

I took them without complaint and changed. The shirt was a little loose and the jeans sat awkwardly on my hips. I looked like someone who had borrowed clothes from a donation bin.

Elena grabbed her keys. “Where do you want me to drop you?”

“The Grand Aurelia.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That place is expensive.”

“I know.”

She didn’t ask more questions. Twenty minutes later she pulled up in front of the hotel. The building rose high and glass-covered, the kind of place the Roberts family used for important clients. The kind of place people like the old me were never supposed to enter.

“Good luck,” Elena said.

I thanked her and stepped out.

The moment I walked through the revolving doors, the receptionist’s eyes moved over me from head to toe. Her polite smile tightened.

“Good morning, sir. Do you have a reservation?”

“No,” I said. “I want your most expensive suite.”

She blinked. “The Presidential Suite is fifteen thousand a night, sir.”

“I’ll take it.”

A soft laugh came from her throat before she could stop it. She looked at my clothes again, then at the scuffed shoes Elena had found for me.

“Sir, perhaps you’re looking for a different hotel. There are more… affordable options a few blocks away.”

Two other staff members nearby had started watching. One of them, a woman in a black uniform, stepped closer. I recognized her face immediately. Dana. One of the women who had stood behind Cara that day and added her voice to the accusations. One of the ones who had called me an animal under her breath when the police took me away.

She didn’t recognize me. The new face and name protected me.

Dana smiled the same fake smile she used on guests. “Is everything alright here? You look a little lost, sir.”

The receptionist lowered her voice. “He’s asking for the Presidential Suite.”

Dana’s eyes flicked over my clothes again. “I see. Sir, this is a five-star hotel. We have certain standards. Perhaps I can recommend—”

“I didn’t ask for a recommendation,” I said. “I asked for the suite.”

The receptionist’s smile disappeared completely. “I’m going to have to call a manager.”

A few minutes later a man in a tailored suit arrived. He took one look at me and sighed.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“This gentleman wants the Presidential Suite,” the receptionist said carefully.

The manager studied my appearance the same way the others had. “Sir, I’m going to need to see a form of payment before we continue this conversation.”

I pulled out the system-generated card linked to the new account and placed it on the counter.

“Swipe it.”

The manager hesitated, then nodded at the receptionist. She picked up the card like it might be fake and ran it through the machine.

The terminal beeped.

Approved.

The silence that followed was sharp. The receptionist’s face went stiff. EvenDana’s polite mask cracked for a second. The manager cleared his throat and suddenly found his professional voice.

“Of course, Mr. Beaumont. Welcome to the Grand Aurelia. We’ll have the Presidential Suite prepared immediately.”

Dana recovered first. She stepped forward with a new smile, warmer and more interested than before.

“I’ll escort you upstairs myself, sir.”

I followed her to the private elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she glanced at me sideways.

“You know, most people who walk in looking like that don’t usually have that kind of money on a card. You’re full of surprises if I must say sir.”

I didn’t answer.

She continued, voice lighter. “If you need anything during your stay… anything at all… you can call the front desk and ask for me directly. I don’t mind providing special service for certain guests.”

The elevator doors opened on the top floor. She led me down the quiet hallway and unlocked the suite. The moment we stepped inside, the system screen appeared over her shoulder.

[Name: Dana Whitmore]

[Age: 27]

[Occupation: Hotel Guest Relations]

[Previous Affiliation: Roberts Group – Junior Staff]

[Potential Target – Rank: Medium]

[Hidden Trait Detected: Strong preference for power imbalance and verbal degradation during intimacy]

[Current Physical State: Elevated arousal]

[Quest Issued: Tame Dana Whitmore]

[Reward: 500 System Points + Influence Boost]

[Time Limit: 72 Hours]

I read every line carefully. The contrast was almost funny. This was one of the women who had stood in that office and painted me as a predator. Yet the system showed exactly what she wanted behind closed doors.

Dana handed me the key card and lingered a moment longer than necessary.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Beaumont. Really. Don’t hesitate to call.”

She left.

I closed the door and stood in the middle of the massive suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Separate living area with a bed larger than any room I had ever slept in during my previous life.

I looked at the quest still floating in the air.

Dana Whitmore.

One of the voices that had helped destroy me.

I smiled without warmth.

I’m glad this was given to me. After all, she would be of great use.