QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 325: Questions

Chapter 326

Elliot

Sothing is weird between Charles and Elijah.

I notice it at the charity gala. The way they stand too close, then too far apart. The way Charles’s eyes follow Elijah when he thinks no one’s watching. The way Elijah’s jaw tightens whenever Charles enters his orbit.

It’s strange. Unsettling. Wrong.

But I can’t bring myself to care.

Not really.

I heard from Damien that Daphne would be at the hotel today—sothing about a business eting, ntioned casually.

So here I am. Hovering in the lobby like a pathetic stalker, watching the elevators, waiting.

An hour passes. Two. I’m about to give up when the main doors open and she walks in.

Daphne.

She’s in a charcoal suit today, sharp and elegant, her dark hair swept back. She’s on her phone, frowning at sothing, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

This is my chance.

She heads for the elevator. I follow, heart pounding, staying just far enough back that she won’t notice. The doors open. She steps inside, still on her phone, still distracted.

I run.

I slip through the doors just as they close.

She doesn’t look up.

I release my pheromones,just a hint, just enough to catch her attention.

She looks up from her phone.

Looks at .

"Elliot?"

Her voice is cautious. Wary. But she said my na. She rembers .

"Hi." I smile, soft and hopeful, the way I’ve practiced. The way that usually works. "Fancy eting you here."

She takes a step back.

The space between us grows, and I feel it like a physical blow.

"Okay..." she responds, her voice flat.

I open my mouth to say sothing, anything to bridge the distance, to make her see .

The elevator dings.

Doors slide open.

She walks out without looking back.I stand there, frozen, as the doors start to close. At the last second, I lurch forward, catching them, stepping out into the hallway.

She’s already gone. Disappeared around a corner. Into a room. Away from .

I stomp my foot in frustration, the sound echoing in the empty corridor.

Why?

I breathe in. Breathe out.

It’s okay.

She just doesn’t know yet. That’s why she’s guarded.

***

Daphne

According to the System, Elliot was still hovering around the hotel lobby. Waiting. Watching. Hovering.

I took the stairs instead of the elevator.

What the hell is wrong with him? I’ve rejected him clearly, repeatedly, violently. And still he persists. Still he thinks there’s a chance.

He makes my skin crawl.

But I don’t have ti to dwell on Elliot’s obsession. I have more important prey.

Vincent.

The System confirms he’s officially out of the harem now. Elliot hates him understandably if I’m being honest but it’s genuinely the pot calling the kettle black with him.

***

Vincent

I look at the warnings from the other bastards obsessed with that oga’s hole, and I want to scream.

Stay away from Elliot.

He’s ours.

Touch him again and you’re dead.

ssages from the bastards. Even the damn doctor. All of them circling their precious prize.

What’s so good about an oga?

I’ve had dozens. Hundreds. They’re all the sa—soft bodies, sweet slls, desperate for Alpha attention. Elliot was never special.

And now they’re treating him like he’s made of gold.

But with so many of my n in jail, I can’t afford to go against them. Not now. Not yet. But not never. And when I do, I’ll make them pay.

I drink the whiskey, staring out at the beach.

I left the city. Flew across the continent after the bomb. Had to lie low. Had to disappear until the heat died down.

But I found sothing before I left. Information. Evidence. The Panther is connected to the mayor. Damien Han. Playing both sides, acting noble while dabbling in the underworld.

Since I haven’t heard from the Panther since the bomb, I take it as confirmation. My ssage was received. They know not to ss with .

I take another drink, almost satisfied.

Then:

"It was really hard to find you."

I freeze.

A voice. Calm. Amused. Close.

I turn my head slowly.

She’s sitting on the barstool beside , casual as anything, like she belongs here. Dark hair. Sharp features. Bandages visible on her arms, scabs on scratches.

"Surprised to see ?" She tilts her head, a small smile playing at her lips. "I got your gift. I thought that ant you wanted to see in person?"

My hand twitches toward the weapon hidden beneath my jacket.

"I wouldn’t." Her voice is still calm, still amused. "There are four snipers currently aiming at various parts of your anatomy. Very professional. You won’t even hear the shots."

I freeze.

"You’re lying."

"Am I?" She shrugs. "Feel lucky?"

We stare at each other.

"I’ll have what he’s having," she says smoothly, and the bartender pours her a drink like this is all perfectly normal.

"What are you doing here?" I growl.

"I thought you called ?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Running your brother’s errands, I see." I sneer, trying to regain so control. "Did Daddy’s favorite son send you to clean up his ss?"

She looks at for a beat.

Then she laughs.

"Why?" She wipes an imaginary tear. "Bad blood between you two? Sothing to do with the blonde hair?"

"Please." I wave a dismissive hand. "I would never fight over an Oga. I know Damien has been ssing with . I don’t understand his end ga, but tell him to reign it in. Or else—"

"Or else what?"

She leans forward, those dark eyes boring into mine.

"Oh no." Her voice is flat. Completely deadpan. "I’m so scared."

The dismissal makes my blood boil. I’ve killed n for less. I’ve destroyed empires for looking at sideways. And this bitch, this corporate princess in her fancy suit, is mocking ?

"Or else what, Vincent?" She leans closer. "You’ll blow up another car? Oh nooo I’m so scared MrViper."

I glance around.

The bar is suddenly empty.