Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Chapter 185 Brat
As Ross proceeded to introduce Althea to the group, she quickly memorized the names of the women, recognizing a few from social media.

The initial tension in the room began to dissipate as Ross’s charisma worked its magic. Soon, he was preparing dinner, the tantalizing aroma of his cooking wafting through the air.

The mansion was alive with laughter and conversation, the earlier awkwardness forgotten—or at least buried for the moment.

But then the doorbell rang, the cheerful atmosphere shattering like glass.

“ALTHEA! COME OUT! I KNOW YOU’RE INSIDE! COME OUT!”

The voice outside was male, hoarse with desperation, and loud enough to echo through the halls.

The room fell silent. Ross’s grin returned, but this time it carried a dark edge. “Your boy has followed you here, Althea,” he said, his voice low and amused. “It seems like he’s tired of living already.”

Althea stiffened, her heart sinking. “Ross, please…” she began, but her words faltered.

The atmosphere shifted, a palpable tension settling over the room.

The seven women around her suddenly froze, their faces blank and their bodies unnaturally still. It was as if time itself had paused, leaving only Ross and Althea unaffected.

Ross stood, his movements deliberate and unhurried. “Let’s give him a swift death, then,” he said, his voice carrying an almost casual cruelty.

Althea followed him reluctantly, her steps heavy with dread. “Ross, wait,” she tried again, her voice pleading.

Ross didn’t glance back, his stride steady as he made his way to the door. “No need to plead for him, Althea,” he said coldly. “He’s the one who decided to chase after you. Now he’ll deal with the consequences.”

The front door loomed closer, the muffled sound of Robin’s shouting growing louder with each step.

“He doesn’t understand what he’s doing,” Althea whispered, her sorrow evident.

Ross glanced at her over his shoulder, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “Then let me teach him,” he replied simply.

Althea’s breath caught as they reached the door. This wasn’t going to end well—for Robin or for her.

Thud! The massive doors swung open, revealing Ross standing tall and imposing. His gaze immediately locked onto a man on the doorstep—handsome, broad-shouldered, and clearly agitated.

But instead of stepping forward, the man hesitated, his feet shuffling backward.

Ross’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. Strange… His divine sense expanded, unraveling the thoughts and intentions of his unexpected guest with ease.

What he discovered brought a smile to his lips—a sly, amused expression that didn’t bode well for the man standing before him.

“You are trespassing,” Ross said coolly, his voice carrying an authoritative edge. “Leave now, and we’ll pretend this didn’t happen. Go home, and don’t disturb our peace.”

Robin’s face twisted with anger, but his retreat continued as Ross casually followed him, step for step, until they were outside near the cars parked along the driveway.

“I don’t care!” Robin shouted, his voice trembling with fury—or perhaps fear. “I know all about you, you damned rajah! Go back to your timeline and leave me and Althea alone. Althea is mine!”

Ross raised a brow, his amusement deepening. Robin’s outburst was theatrical, but the tension in his posture betrayed his true emotions.

This wasn’t a man preparing to fight but one desperately clinging to a plan he hoped wouldn’t backfire.

Unfazed, Ross crossed his arms and studied Robin with an air of casual indifference. “So, you already know what I am, yet you’re still here. I must admit—you’ve got guts,” he said with a chuckle, his crimson eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“I’m not leaving,” Robin declared, his voice steadier now, bolstered by bravado. “I saw your bitches go inside, and I’ll tell them—and the rest of the world—that you’re a man witch! You don’t belong here, Ross. You’re a freak! You should just die already!”

Robin’s words dripped with venom, his skilled acting turning his anger into a weapon. But beneath the façade was a calculated scheme. He needed Ross to strike first.

With the right footage, he could expose Ross to the world—governments, scientists, anyone who would see Ross as a threat and tear him apart.

Robin could already imagine the headlines, the experiments, and Ross being cut open like a lab rat.

Still, he couldn’t help but shudder when he remembered the shattered room Althea had left behind—a chilling reminder of what these “powers” were capable of.

Ross, however, was unshaken. Instead of reacting with anger, he let out a deep, amused laugh.

“You’ve signed your death certificate by calling my women bitches,” Ross said, his tone calm but with an undertone of menace. “Yes, they’re bitches, but they’re my bitches. Only I have the right to call them that. But since you’ve come all this way, let me show you something truly extraordinary before you die.”

He turned away and began walking leisurely back toward the mansion, his steps measured and confident.

“Call your boys inside,” Ross said over his shoulder, his voice dripping with mockery. “They won’t get the video they’re hoping for, but they’ll record something else—something they’ll fantasize about for the rest of their short, miserable lives.”

Robin froze, his blood running cold. How does he know? he thought. He had hired two men to record the encounter from a vantage point near the gates.

They were hidden, cameras ready to capture every moment.

“What doesn’t he know?” Althea replied softly as if reading his mind, her voice tinged with resignation.

She glanced at Robin, her love for him waning. His stupidity tonight bordered on suicidal.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, five people gathered in a grand, brightly lit room. Robin stood to one side, flanked by two burly men holding high-end cameras, their lenses gleaming in anticipation.

Ross sat on the edge of a huge luxurious looking bed, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable. Beside him was Althea, her gaze distant as she avoided looking at Robin.

The tension in the room was palpable.

“Roll the cameras,” Ross said, his voice commanding. The two cameramen exchanged uneasy glances but complied, their hands trembling slightly as they hit the record button.

But what Robin and his camera crew witnessed next was beyond anything they could have ever expected.