Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women

Dinner was served not long after the great potato chip betrayal, and Mirianne made sure that both Ethan and Vanessa paid the price for their crimes.

Ethan watched as she set down their plates with a very deliberate clink — small, nearly empty dishes with barely enough food to qualify as a meal.

"That's it?" Vanessa asked, glaring at her plate as if it had personally offended her.

Mirianne lifted a brow. "That's what you get. You already ate your share of dinner before dinner even started."

Vanessa crossed her arms, pouting like a child. "But I'm still hungry."

"And whose fault is that?" Mirianne jabbed a fork in her direction threateningly. "You? Are NOT getting seconds."

"You're a tyrant," Vanessa grumbled, stabbing at the measly portion on her plate.

Ethan, meanwhile, simply accepted his punishment with a sigh.

He should've seen this coming the moment he ate that first chip. At least the food, as small as it was, tasted good.

They finished dinner in relative peace, with Vanessa grumbling through every bite while Mirianne smirked in victory.

Afterward, Ethan stretched his arms over his head, exhaustion settling in. It had been a long day, and now, all he wanted to do was relax.

"Let's head up," he said, pushing his chair back.

Vanessa didn't need to be told twice. "Finally!"

The two of them made their way upstairs, leaving Mirianne behind to clean up.

The bed was as comfortable as Ethan remembered, the sheets cool against his skin as he lay sprawled on his back.

Vanessa was curled up beside him, already fast asleep and he decided to join her, soon they both slept off.

...

Ethan woke up early, the first rays of morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. He moved carefully, trying not to wake Vanessa as he slipped out of bed.

A quick shower helped shake off the lingering drowsiness, and by the time he stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and refreshed, he was fully awake.

Today, he was heading back to the resort.

Grabbing his phone, he checked his messages. Riley had messaged him

[Ethan: Alive and well. Heading to the resort today so I won't be coming to work today, maybe tomorrow]

Almost instantly, three dots appeared, signaling she was typing.

[Riley: Good. I'll miss you, just make sure to come tomorrow]

[Ethan: 😏 Don't miss me too much]

Pocketing his phone, he glanced toward Vanessa. She was still fast asleep, her hair a mess as she hugged the blanket tighter around herself.

He chuckled softly.

'Let her sleep.'

With that, Ethan grabbed his keys and headed downstairs.

Mirianne was already in the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepped something on the stove.

She turned when she heard him approach. "You're up early."

"I've got places to be," Ethan said, reaching for a piece of toast from a plate on the counter.

She smacked his hand away. "That's for Vanessa."

He sighed, stepping back. "Fine. I'll grab something on the way."

"You should eat before leaving," she scolded. "You'll regret skipping breakfast."

Ethan smirked. "I regret a lot of things."

Mirianne rolled her eyes.

With that, Ethan made his way to the garage, sliding into his Porsche.

The engine roared to life as he backed out of the driveway.

…

Ethan drove through the bustling city streets, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while his other tapped against the face of his watch.

A soft beep echoed in the car as a blue holographic screen flickered into existence before him, its faint glow illuminating the luxurious interior of his Porsche.

His sharp eyes scanned the data in front of him, swiping through different reports until he landed on what he was looking for.

[Total Net Worth: $10M]

He let out a low whistle.

"Not bad."

For a resort that had barely been around for two months, ten million dollars in revenue was insane. It had far exceeded even his expectations.

Ethan smirked slightly.

'And to think people doubted me.'

Of course, this wasn't just luck. The launch had gone smoothly, and with every passing week, more people were flooding in, drawn by the exclusivity, the entertainment, and the indulgence that the resort provided.

Still, there was always room for improvement.

He swiped through a few more reports that the System had stored over the past few days. The restaurant section was the biggest money-maker so far, followed by the private VIP lounges and high-end accommodations.

The entertainment sector — live performances, exclusive events — was also seeing steady growth. Of course Zack had decided to hire some people to keep them interested

Entertainment always pulls in the biggest profits.

His mind briefly wandered to the vision he had for the resort.

He wanted it to be more than just a luxury destination — he wanted it to be the place for the rich and powerful, a sanctuary where they could escape, cut deals, and spend absurd amounts of money without hesitation.

A place where he controlled the game.

Ethan's fingers drummed lightly against the leather-wrapped wheel. There were still a few things to fine-tune, but overall, business was thriving.

Then — traffic.

A line of cars stretched before him, bumper to bumper, barely moving. Ethan exhaled sharply, resisting the urge to groan.

"Great."

He hated traffic. He hated waiting, especially when he had things to do.

The road leading to the resort was especially packed today, most likely because of the influx of visitors.

Even though he was pleased that business was booming, he wasn't in the mood to sit around.

Thankfully, the moment he pulled up closer to the entrance, the gate guards noticed his Porsche.

One of them immediately gestured for him to pull aside while speaking into his radio.

Ethan rolled down his window as he approached.

"Good morning, Mr. Grey," the guard greeted with a respectful nod. "We've reserved your usual parking spot."

Ethan nodded slightly. "Appreciated."

The guards moved quickly, guiding his car past the congestion and into a private parking area reserved for VIPs and high-ranking staff.

As Ethan slid into the spot, he took a deep breath, fingers drumming against the wheel one last time before shutting off the engine.

The moment he stepped out, the warm breeze hit him, carrying the scent of salt from the nearby ocean. He adjusted the sleeves of his button-up shirt, glancing around the lot.

The resort was as lively as ever.

Guests walked along the pathways, some in expensive beachwear, others in business attire, likely here for exclusive meetings.

Ethan's gaze flickered toward the towering main building of the resort — his empire.

He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders.

"Time to get back to business. Just for today."

...

The moment Ethan entered the lobby, heads turned.

Even though he was dressed casually compared to his usual sharp suits, his presence still commanded attention.

He walked past guests, some whispering about him as he strode toward the elevators.

The receptionist at the front desk, a young woman with neatly tied-back hair, immediately stood up when she saw him.

"Welcome back, Mr. Grey," she said with a polite smile. "Would you like us to prepare a suite?"

Ethan shook his head. "No need. I won't be staying overnight. Just here to check on things."

The receptionist nodded. "Understood. Zack is in your office, by the way. He said he'd be expecting you."

Ethan smirked slightly. "Of course he is."

He took the elevator up to the executive floor, stepping into the sleek hallway leading to his private office.

The familiar scent of expensive cologne and polished wood greeted him as he pushed the door open.

Zack was already there, leaning back in one of the chairs, scrolling through his tablet. He looked up when Ethan entered, flashing a grin.

"Well, look who decided to show up," Zack said. "I was starting to think that you wanted to stay and work on your other project permanently."

Ethan rolled his eyes, shutting the door behind him. "As if. You wouldn't survive running this place without me."

Zack snorted. "Please, I've been running it better without you. Less stress, more profits."

Ethan smirked, dropping into his chair. "Oh yeah? Then why are you drinking coffee like a stressed-out single dad?"

Zack glanced at his cup before scowling. "Shut up."

Ethan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "So? How's everything looking?"

Zack tossed the tablet onto the desk. "Business is booming. The new live performances that I THOUGHT OF is printing money, VIP reservations are through the roof, and we've already got high-profile names wanting to host exclusive events here."

Ethan nodded, pleased. "Any problems?"

Zack hesitated slightly. "Nothing major. Just a few rich idiots who don't know how to handle their alcohol. Security's been handling them fine."

Ethan sighed.

Drunk rich people were always the worst. "Any serious incidents?"

Zack shook his head. "Nope. Just some minor scuffles. Oh, and some girl tried to sneak into one of the high-roller suites pretending to be a guest's girlfriend. Security caught her before she could make a scene."

Ethan arched a brow. "Persistent."

"Yeah, well, that's what happens when people know you've got money," Zack muttered. "Anyway, you should check in with the entertainment manager when you get the chance. He's got some numbers he wants to go over with you."

Ethan nodded, standing up. "Might as well. I want to see the VIP floor anyway."

Zack grinned. "Go ahead, boss. Try not to break too many hearts while you're at it."

Ethan smirked as he headed for the door. "No promises."

As he walked toward the elevator, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

The business was moving well and from this point on, it was only going to get much more better.