Evil MC's NTR Harem

Hazel found him sitting casually with four girls, sipping tea as they chatted animatedly.

Around them were several large pieces of luggage, their placement and the lively conversation suggesting they were preparing to leave for a trip soon.

The cheerful buzz of the room came to an abrupt halt when Hazel and Althea stepped into the expansive living room, the attention of everyone shifting toward the newcomers.

"So, you must be Hazel—Althea's big sister. I'm April. I'm the one who answered your call earlier," April said, rising gracefully from her seat.

Her confident demeanor was evident as she approached Hazel and extended her hand.

"Hazel Quinn. Pleased to meet you, April," Hazel replied, shaking her hand firmly.

As she did, she couldn't help but notice how stunning April was, with her radiant features and polished presence.

In fact, all the girls in the room were breathtakingly beautiful, each exuding their own unique charm.

Despite the formalities, Hazel didn't really need introductions.

She had already done her homework, thoroughly researching Ross Oakley online.

Even before he had become involved with her sister, Ross had been one of the most talked-about figures on the internet and in the news for the past four months.

Hazel had kept tabs on him out of curiosity.

Now, standing in the midst of his harem, she found it surreal to meet the man and his women face-to-face.

After being properly introduced to April, Sophia, Jasmine, and Mary, Hazel decided it was time to state the reason for her visit.

"Can I speak to Ross alone for a minute?" she asked, her tone calm but firm.

The atmosphere in the room shifted as all eyes turned toward Ross, waiting for his response.

"Of course. Follow me," Ross replied smoothly, flashing his usual easy smile as he stood up.

"I'll come with you, sis," Althea offered, standing as if to follow them.

"No need," Hazel interjected, her voice resolute.

"What I have to say to Ross is for him alone. I'll be back in a few, but you'd better start packing your bags now because you're coming home with me today." Her words left no room for argument as she turned and followed Ross into a nearby room, leaving Althea standing by the door.

"I'm not doing this for myself, but for you, sis," Althea muttered under her breath as she sank back into her seat.

She watched the door where Hazel and Ross had disappeared, a mix of frustration and resignation in her eyes.

Althea knew Ross better than anyone else—both in this life and her previous one.

He hadn't changed at all.

He still thrived in the company of beautiful women, and no matter how charming or convincing he could be, Althea firmly believed it was impossible for him to truly alter his ways.

She sighed, her thoughts bitter. It would be easier for a crow to turn white than for Ross to change his old habits.

Althea could only hope her big sister Hazel would emerge unscathed from her confrontation with Ross.

Knowing Ross's personality and charm, she worried that her sister's fiery determination might clash with his cool indifference in ways she couldn't predict.

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The room Hazel stepped into mirrored the opulence of the living room, radiating luxury and abundance.

From the hand-carved furniture to the intricate chandeliers, every detail screamed wealth—a level of extravagance so overwhelming that even a blind man would recognize it as belonging to someone at the pinnacle of privilege.

Thud!

The door closed firmly behind her, sealing her alone with Ross.

She turned to find him casually seated on an expensive sofa, his steaming cup of tea still in hand, as if her presence was nothing more than a mild interruption to his evening.

"How can I be of service to you today, Miss Quinn?" Ross asked, his tone polite yet indifferent as he leaned back, exuding effortless composure.

Hazel didn't waste time with pleasantries. Crossing her arms over her chest, she fixed him with a stern glare.
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"I want you to break up with my sister. She doesn't deserve to be dragged into this life of debauchery." Her voice was sharp, laced with conviction as she stood tall, her posture unwavering.

Her outfit added to her commanding presence—a black-and-white horizontally striped, short-sleeved top tucked neatly into a pair of white skinny jeans.

The jeans, slightly distressed at the hems, hugged her figure perfectly, while her black high-heeled pumps added an air of sophistication.

Hazel's striking appearance, combined with her bold demeanor, made her impossible to ignore.

Ross, however, was unfazed. He let his gaze linger for a moment, taking in her beauty with an appreciative eye.

Hazel was undeniably attractive—on par with Althea—but Ross had no shortage of beautiful women in his life.

What irked him was her audacity, the sharpness of her words cutting through the calm he enjoyed moments before.

"It's not for you to decide what your sister does or doesn't deserve," Ross replied evenly, setting his cup down on the glass table beside him.

"She's a grown woman, fully capable of making her own choices. She doesn't need a nanny to question or doubt every decision she makes."

Hazel's jaw tightened, but before she could respond, Ross continued, his tone shifting to one of mild disinterest.

"If that's all you came here for, you're welcome to leave my house now. Or," he added with a nonchalant shrug, "you can stay as long as you like. Consider it my courtesy to the family of my girlfriend."

His dismissive words stung, but Ross had already turned his attention elsewhere.

While Hazel stood fuming, he seemed lost in thought, his mind drifting to plans far removed from their current conversation.

Hazel might have been stunning, but Ross didn't need another beauty in his life—he had plenty.

His thoughts turned instead to new possibilities, a spark of excitement lighting his imagination.

Perhaps a Japanese girlfriend next, he mused, followed by a Korean beauty.

Then maybe women from Brazil, Colombia, Venezuela, or Russia. France, Italy, Turkey, and Sweden also had their allure.

Even the Philippines had its fair share of charming women.

The possibilities felt endless, and Ross savored the idea of the adventures that lay ahead.

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