Evil MC's NTR Harem Chapter 1206 Victory

When Ross opened the door, he was taken aback.

Expecting perhaps an older, grizzled man hardened by years of command, Ross instead found himself staring at a woman who exuded both authority and striking beauty.

Her posture was impeccable, her gaze sharp and commanding, yet there was a subtle grace in the way she carried herself.

The desk in front of her was immaculate, and her presence alone seed to fill the room, leaving no doubt that she was in complete control.

Ross stepped inside, montarily caught off guard by the unexpected elegance and power radiating from the base commander.

"You must be Ross. Please, have a seat," the base commander said, gesturing calmly toward the chair across from her desk.

"..." Ross nodded and sat down without a word.

His movents were relaxed, almost casual, but his eyes briefly lingered on her face.

The woman before him was striking—clean, sharp features, well-maintained despite the harshness of the apocalypse, and eyes that carried both intelligence and exhaustion.

She looked like soone who had seen far too much death and still kept standing.

She noticed his stare imdiately and offered a small, knowing smile. June Williams was long accustod to such reactions.

In a world where most people barely survived day to day, soone who carried both authority and beauty naturally drew attention.

n stared. Won whispered. She had learned to ignore all of it years ago.

"I’m June Williams," she said calmly. "The commander in charge of this base." Her tone was firm but not unfriendly.

"Thank you for saving Bella and Sebastian. They are two of my best soldiers—reliable, capable, and loyal."

"I was just in the right place at the right ti," Ross replied after a brief pause. His voice was steady, almost modest.

"I did what anyone would have done."

June studied him closely, her gaze sharp and evaluating, as though trying to peel away layers she couldn’t quite see through.

After a mont, she let out a quiet sigh and leaned back in her chair.

"I doubt that," she said. "Most people these days would’ve run. Others would’ve used them as bait. Good n are rare now... especially with how the zombies are growing stronger by the day."

Her words hung in the air, heavy and bitter.

Silence followed—long, uncomfortable, and filled with mories neither of them voiced aloud.

The room seed to grow colder as the weight of the world pressed down on them. Lost soldiers.

Fallen bases. Families wiped out overnight.

Every survivor carried ghosts, and this place was no exception.

June’s eyes briefly lost focus, as if she were staring at sothing far away—perhaps faces she could no longer rember clearly, or nas carved into a growing list of the dead.

She had buried too many people under her command.

Ross lowered his head slightly, his expression somber.

He looked every bit the man weighed down by the tragedy of the world.

A quiet sadness settled over his features, his shoulders subtly slumping as if burdened by grief.

In truth, the act ca easily to him.

Before the world ended, Ross had been an actor—one of the best.

He had cried on cue, scread in terror for the cara, and worn despair like a second skin in front of millions.

Compared to that, playing the role of a grieving survivor was effortless.

Yet, mixed within the performance was sothing real. This world truly was broken.

And even soone like him couldn’t deny the sheer scale of loss.

June finally straightened, her eyes regaining focus as she looked at him again—this ti with a trace of respect.

"Regardless of your reasons," she said quietly, "you saved lives today. That matters more than anything else."

Ross t her gaze and gave a small nod, neither confirming nor denying anything.

In a world where truth was a luxury, appearances were often enough.

A full minute passed before June finally cleared her throat, breaking the silence.

The faint hum of the lights overhead seed louder in the stillness.

When she spoke again, the softness from earlier was gone, replaced by the composed authority of a commander who had survived too many crises to waste ti.

"Let’s move on to more important matters."

"I’ve already been briefed on what happened between you and Bella," June said, folding her hands together on the desk. Her voice was calm, deliberate. "I’m not questioning your honesty, but given the nature of the situation, we need to be absolutely certain. We have to identify the root cause of Bella’s... peculiar condition."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she continued, watching every shift in Ross’s posture.

"That ans running a full set of tests. Bloodwork, scans, and a few controlled observations. You’ll need to cooperate fully. Are you willing to do that, Ross?"

Ross didn’t hesitate. He t her gaze head-on, his expression open and untroubled.

"Of course," he said simply. "I have nothing to hide."

June studied him for a mont longer, as if searching for a crack in his composure. Finding none, she gave a small nod.

"Good," she said. "That makes things easier."

What followed was nearly an hour of discussion—but it was far from casual.

June’s questions ca one after another, layered and subtle.

She asked about his life before the outbreak, his movents since civilization collapsed, the battles he had fought, the people he had lost.

So questions were repeated later, rephrased just enough to test consistency.

Others seed harmless on the surface, yet were clearly designed to provoke emotional reactions.

All the while, June watched him closely.

Ross answered with ease.

His tone never wavered, his breathing remained steady, and his expressions shifted naturally when they were ant to.

He revealed just enough to appear sincere while keeping the deeper truths carefully buried.

To June, it felt like she was gradually assembling a clear and logical picture of the man before her.

In reality, she was only seeing what Ross wanted her to see.

By the ti the questioning ended, June leaned back in her chair, visibly more relaxed than before.