Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 421

Chapter 421: Chapter 421 Expansion
One week later.

Ross sat in his luxurious living room, reclining comfortably in a leather chair with a smug grin on his face.

The soft hum of classical music played in the background, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. He had been expecting her.

“Oh? It’s you again? Did you miss me so much that you couldn’t bear not seeing me for long, Faith?” Ross quipped as he caught sight of her standing at the doorway, arms crossed and clearly unamused. His grin widened, exuding confidence that bordered on arrogance.

Faith stepped further inside, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor, her expression a mix of frustration and determination.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Oakley,” she shot back, her voice laced with irritation.

“I honestly don’t want to be here. I went to the bank to return your money, but they said they couldn’t do it. They’re so afraid of offending you!” She placed her hands on her hips, her anger evident in every movement.

“So now I’m here. Please, take your money back. I don’t want even a single cent of it.”

Ross’s dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“The money is yours, Faith, and it will remain in your bank account,” he said, his tone firm but casual, as though the matter were already decided.

“I don’t care what you do with it, but I don’t have a habit of taking back what I’ve given. Consider it… a gift.”

“A gift?” Faith echoed, her voice rising with disbelief.

“I don’t want your strings-attached charity! You think you can just throw money around and make people dance to your tune? Well, I’m not one of your little puppets!”

Ross chuckled softly, shaking his head as if humored by her outburst.

“You’re overthinking this, Faith. It’s really very simple. Keep it, spend it, burn it—makes no difference to me. But the money isn’t coming back.”

Faith glared at him, her hands clenching into fists. She despised how the wealthy wielded power, bending rules and people to their will.

And Ross Oakley, with his smug demeanor and insufferable confidence, embodied everything she loathed.

A tense silence stretched between them, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging heavy in the air. Finally, Faith turned toward the door, muttering under her breath about never wasting her time again.

But as her fingers brushed the cold brass of the doorknob, Ross’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Before you go,” he said smoothly, “I have another surprise for you. It’s on the table near the door, marked with your name.”

Faith hesitated, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she turned to look at the small folder resting innocuously on the table. “No thanks, I’m good,” she replied curtly, shaking her head.

“I don’t want you shoving your money down my throat. It might work with your wives or whatever women you surround yourself with, but it won’t work with me, Mr. Oakley. I’m not a cheap product you can just buy.”

Ross remained seated, his smile unwavering.

“Fine,” he said lightly, his tone betraying no offense.

“Then you wouldn’t be interested in your boyfriend’s secret affair, would you?”

The words struck like a physical blow. Faith froze, her breath hitching as the color drained from her face. Slowly, she turned back to Ross, her eyes searching his face for any hint of deceit. But his expression remained maddeningly calm, as though he were discussing the weather.

“You’re lying,” she said, though her voice wavered.

“Am I?” Ross replied, his brow lifting in mock surprise. He gestured casually toward the folder.

“Feel free to prove me wrong.”

Faith’s gaze darted to the folder, her heart pounding in her chest. Every instinct screamed at her to walk away, but curiosity and doubt gnawed at her resolve.

Reluctantly, she stepped forward and picked it up. As she flipped it open, her eyes scanned the pages inside.

Photos. Tristan and a beautiful woman naked on the bed.

Her breath hitched, and her hands began to tremble. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the damning evidence that stared back at her.

“There’s a video too,” Ross added nonchalantly, reaching for his phone.

“I’ll send it to your number. You’re welcome.”

Ding!

The sound of her phone receiving a new message felt deafening in the silence that followed. Faith’s jaw clenched as she wiped angrily at the tears spilling down her cheeks.

“You manipulative bastard,” she spat, her voice thick with emotion.

“You’d destroy my life and lie just to get what you want. How far are you willing to go?”

Ross’s grin grew wider, his gaze locked onto her.

“I’m innocent,” he murmured, his voice low and chillingly sincere.

Faith glared at him, hatred burning in her eyes, before storming out of the room, the folder clutched tightly in her hands.

As the door slammed shut behind her, Ross leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk curling his lips.

“Got you,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible over the triumphant swell of the music playing in the background.

***

Later that night, Faith sat on the couch, her heart pounding as she waited for Tristan to come home.

When he finally walked through the door, she wordlessly handed him the folder, her hands trembling. She stood there, watching, waiting for his reaction as he flipped through the pages.

“Faith, this is…” Tristan’s voice faltered, and the color drained from his face. His hands stiffened around the folder, and what Faith saw next shattered her completely.

The guilt was written all over his face—unmistakable, undeniable. Tristan had always been a terrible liar, and now, his panic and shame confirmed everything.

The man she had trusted, the man she thought she knew, had betrayed her.

“How could you?” Faith’s voice cracked, her words laced with both heartbreak and fury.

“Faith, it was a one-time thing,” Tristan stammered, desperation creeping into his tone. “She… she seduced me. I didn’t have a choice—I’m just a man!”

His excuse sounded pathetic even to his own ears, and Faith’s eyes narrowed, her anger boiling over.

“Damn you, Tristan!” she screamed, her voice breaking. Without waiting for his response, she spun on her heel and ran toward the door.

“Faith! Wait!” Tristan called after her, his voice tinged with fear.

“Where are you going? It’s already late! Come on, let’s talk about this!”

But Faith didn’t stop. She didn’t even look back. Tears blurred her vision as she grabbed her car keys and stormed out of the house.

Moments later, the roar of her engine echoed through the night as she sped off into the darkness, heading to parts unknown, her mind racing with pain and betrayal.