Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

"Brother Harry, I truly consider you a brother, which is why I'm sharing my girlfriend and these women with you! Tell me, aren't we good brothers? I even let you have my girlfriend, isn't that enough to show my loyalty?" Samuel patted his chest and continued laughing as he asked.

"Of course, of course!" Harry chuckled, subtly picking up two glasses of red wine. He handed one to Samuel and held the other, clinking glasses with him as he said, "To our brotherhood, bottoms up! May President Harry and I always remain good brothers!"

After finishing his wine in one gulp, Harry watched as Samuel also drank his. A faint, cold smirk flashed across Harry's face before he burst into laughter and declared, "Good brothers!"

"Brother Harry, since we're such good brothers, I'll get straight to the point!" Samuel finally steered the conversation toward his real intention, whispering into Harry's ear with a smile, "If I can share my women with you, shouldn't you also let me have a taste of yours?"

Hearing Samuel's words, Harry inwardly sneered. The moment Samuel started calling him "brother," Harry had already guessed his motive.

Harry feigned surprise and asked, "Principal, are you talking about… Nancy?"

"Hahaha… Brother Harry, you really get me!! If you can help me get that little bitch, I'll introduce you to any female celebrity in the entertainment industry! I'll make sure you get them! On top of that, I'll invest another 1 million USD into your company for just 5% of the shares! With my stake, people will have to show some respect, and you'll definitely have an easier time in this circle!"

Samuel smiled at Harry, but his eyes carried a faint, threatening glint, as if he'd turn hostile immediately if Harry refused.

This was coercion and bribery at its finest.

Samuel had mastered the art of mixing threats with incentives to perfection.

For most people, resisting such tactics would be impossible.

Harry wasn't afraid of brute force, but many wouldn't even entertain polite requests. This combination of soft and hard tactics, veiled threats wrapped in honeyed words, was truly irresistible!

"It's just a matter of you saying the word, brother! Fine, let's do it your way! Between brothers, talking too much would only create distance, right?"

To Samuel's utter surprise, Harry agreed without hesitation, even taking the initiative to confirm, "Nancy and I have nothing going on, just a purely professional relationship. But since you're so into her, brother, I'll do everything in my power to help you get her!"

"Good!! Good!! Good!!!" Samuel excitedly shouted "good" three times, laughing heartily as if he'd finally gotten his revenge.

From Samuel's reaction, Harry sensed that Samuel's obsession with Nancy had gone beyond mere lust—it was outright derangement.

A man like Samuel, accustomed to getting whatever he wanted, had suddenly encountered a woman he couldn't conquer. The frustration festered in his mind, twisting into an obsession until he couldn't let go, becoming fixated on possessing her no matter what.

Samuel's current behavior toward Nancy was the result of that fixation.

"Brother, I'll have my secretary and lawyer contact your company immediately to arrange the 1 million USD investment!" Samuel said excitedly.

"Also, I have one small request. I'll handle the media fallout from the trouble that little bitch Nancy caused me. When the time comes, I'd appreciate it if you could ensure she doesn't speak out publicly. You can control her, right?"

"Of course, I'll take care of it as soon as I get back." Harry grinned, putting on an innocent, harmless expression as he patted Samuel's shoulder and bid farewell.

"Brother Samuel, I really must go now. There's a mountain of work waiting for me at the company today."

"Good, good! Good brother, oh! Wait, didn't you come without a car? I'll have someone drive you back immediately!"

"President Harry… wait… I… I… can I see you off? Please…" At that moment, Sophie suddenly stepped forward, grabbing Harry's arm with a shy yet determined look.

Harry and Samuel exchanged glances, both breaking into knowing smiles.

"Of course, I'd be honored, Miss Sophie." Harry replied with gentlemanly charm, offering his arm to Sophie.

After Harry and Sophie left the private room, Samuel's secretary immediately entered.

"You two can leave now." Samuel casually dismissed Nana and Evelyn, a smug, cold smirk curling on his lips.

"Hmph! That Harry, acting all tough earlier, but the moment I threw a few small-time influencers his way, he became as obedient as a dog. He's quite an interesting guy."

Samuel suddenly recalled Harry's earlier remarks about the allure of married women, and an itch of desire stirred within him. A seed of lust had been planted, slowly taking root in Samuel's mind…

Samuel cursed hatefully, "Nancy, that fucking bitch, don't let me catch you! When I catch you, I'll fucking kill this cheap whore!! This ungrateful slut should be turned into a fucking bitch!! Damn it!! For this cheap whore, I've spent so much money and put in so much effort!! Fuck!!"

Samuel turned to the secretary who had just entered and said, "It's settled with Harry. Proceed as my father previously arranged!"

"Young Master, Zimi seems emotionally unstable. I think you should go comfort her..." The female secretary nodded and then reminded Samuel.

"Alright, alright, I get it. That rotten whore is so fucking annoying. Does she really think she's my girlfriend? A fucking bitch, and she still wants chastity, meat!"

Samuel drank a glass of wine and cursed before saying to the secretary, "Tell that bitch to come in when you leave."

"Yes!" The secretary nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then added, "Young Master... Also, I've already investigated Harry's background. He's a live-in son-in-law who was previously very down and out, staying at home all the time. His job was supposedly as an online writer, writing web novels. I had someone check, and his books didn't make much money. He has no reputation in the industry either. But... this person suddenly became rich overnight. The way he acquired Omega Media's channels is also very strange. Our people couldn't trace the source at all. I suspect Harry's backer is very powerful... possibly even connected to the top-tier people..."

"What?!" Samuel's face visibly darkened, and his gaze sharpened, completely different from his previously drunken playboy demeanor.

"Could Harry be one of them?"

Samuel suddenly recalled how his father had faced earth-shattering suppression over the past two years just for saying a few wrong words.

That suffocating pressure overwhelmed him again, even bringing a trace of fear to his eyes.

"That shouldn't be possible, Young Master. I've thoroughly investigated Harry's family background. There's no way he could have any connection to them... Someone like him wouldn't even be worth a glance from those people... But Harry's sudden wealth does resemble their handiwork... Could it be... that Harry has some special quality we don't know about?"

The secretary's eyes were filled with unease. Seeing Samuel wave his hand, she bowed and retreated.

Only after the secretary left did the fear in Samuel's eyes fade slightly. That suffocating terror had made his breathing labored.

"What the hell is Harry's deal?!" Samuel cursed hatefully.

"Our family has already been so low-key. What more do they want?! Bastards!! Bastards!!! If it weren't for my old man being on his last legs, I wouldn't have been reduced to this!!"

Meanwhile, Harry and Sophie were already seated in the Bentley arranged by Samuel.

Harry pretended to be drunk, leaning against the seat while Sophie, nervous and shy, clung to his arm, unsure what to do.

"President Harry, where would you like to go?" The driver, having pulled out of the underground garage, asked professionally with a smile.

Harry glanced at Sophie, noticing her flushed face and anxious demeanor. Feigning drunkenness, he said, "I... I'm in no state to go to the company now... I need to rest... Sophie... Where do you live? Let the driver take you home first..."

"Ah?!~" When Harry asked where she lived, Sophie gasped nervously. After swallowing hard, she clenched her teeth and finally said, "President Harry, I... I live nearby! You... Why don't you come to my place to rest for a bit..."

The corners of Harry's lips curled imperceptibly into a victorious smirk, though he pretended to hesitate.

"That... That wouldn't be appropriate... What if your fiancé comes home... and sees me there... He might misunderstand..."

"No... It's fine, President Harry! My... My boyfriend only comes home on weekends... Usually... His company has a closed management system... He can't leave... You... Don't worry..."

Sophie had already made up her mind and spoke more directly now.

Seeing Sophie like this, Harry inwardly laughed lewdly in triumph. On the surface, however, he still feigned reluctance.

"Well... Alright then... Sorry to trouble you, Miss Sophie..."

Hearing Harry agree, Sophie first relaxed a bit, but soon, she became nervous and ashamed again.

The thought of bringing Harry, a strange man, back to her own love nest, and the things that might happen next, suddenly made Sophie feel incredibly cheap and sinful.