Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women - Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Sleepover (Part 1) Chapter 68: Sleepover (Part 1) She tilted her head, arms folding across her chest.

“So you want me to come over because your sisters are fans?” Ethan scratched the back of his neck.

“Something like that.” Vanessa smirked, sensing his discomfort.

“You know, most guys would ask me over for entirely different reasons.” Ethan met her gaze without missing a beat.

“I’m not most guys.” She chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that.” Then he did something unexpected.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and held up a crisp bill.

“I can pay you by the hour if that makes it more reasonable,” he said, entirely serious.

Vanessa’s eyes widened before she let out a sharp laugh.

“You really just said that, huh?” Ethan, seeing her reaction, sighed and put the money away.

“Figured you wouldn’t take it, but it was worth a shot.” Vanessa shook her head, still amused.

“You’re ridiculous.” He shrugged.

“I’m practical.” She gave him a long look before finally softening.

“I’ll come,” she said simply.

Ethan raised a brow.

“You sure?” Vanessa nodded.

“Yeah.

Call it my way of saying thanks for today.” She gave him a teasing smirk.

“Besides, I gotta see if your sisters are really my fans or if this is just some elaborate scheme to impress me.” Ethan chuckled.

“You’ll see soon enough.” With that settled, he pulled out his phone and dialed Zack.

The call connected almost instantly.

“Yo?” Zack’s voice came through, slightly muffled by background noise.

“Change of plans,” Ethan said.

“Pick up my sisters and bring them to the mansion.” Zack whistled.

“Oho, what’s this?

Big bro Ethan playing the family man?” Ethan ignored the jab.

“Just get them there.” “Fine, fine.

Anything else?” Ethan glanced at Vanessa, then back at the car.

“That’s it.” Zack chuckled.

“Got it.

See you in a bit.” The call ended, and Ethan pocketed his phone.

Vanessa leaned against her car, watching him with a knowing look.

“You act all cold and distant, but you’re actually kinda sweet, huh?” Ethan scoffed.

“Don’t start with that.” Vanessa laughed and shook her head.

“Alright, alright.

Let’s go.” Without another word, they both got into their cars, engines roaring to life as they pulled out of the parking lot, heading toward the mansion.

The drive to Ethan’s mansion was quiet, the golden glow of the sunset fading into twilight as they maneuvered through the roads.

Ethan was ahead, leading the way in his Porsche, and Vanessa followed in her own car.

He drove with precision – calm, collected, never reckless.

It wasn’t about speed for him; it was about control.

Vanessa smirked to herself, her fingers tapping the steering wheel.

‘You don’t want to race me, huh?

We’ll see about that,’ She kept close behind him, occasionally closing the gap just to test his reaction.

He never sped up, never played into the game.

Instead, he remained steady, unbothered.

Soon, they arrived at a large, gated estate.

The iron gates slowly creaked open as Ethan approached, the guards recognizing him instantly.

As Vanessa followed him inside, she let out a low whistle.

“Damn, Grey.

I knew you were rich, but this?” she said, stepping out of her car once they parked.

“This is another level.” Ethan locked his Porsche with a beep.

“It’s just a house.” Vanessa scoffed.

“Yeah, and the Grand Canyon is just a hole in the ground.” He smirked slightly but didn’t reply, leading her toward the entrance.

Inside, the mansion was just as impressive as its exterior.

High ceilings, elegant design, and a perfect blend of modern luxury and warmth.

It wasn’t just a rich man’s house – it was lived in, comfortable in a way she hadn’t expected.

Vanessa walked further inside, shaking her head.

“Man, I thought my place was nice…” Ethan shrugged.

“Make yourself comfortable.

Zack should be here soon.” She flopped onto the couch, stretching her arms out.

“If I knew we were coming here, I would’ve brought wine.” “You can check the bar if you want,” Ethan replied, sitting across from her.

Vanessa smirked.

“Tempting.

Maybe later.” The sound of a car pulling up outside broke their conversation.

Seconds later, the door opened, and Zack stepped inside, followed closely by two girls – Ethan’s sisters.

Claire, the older one, was eighteen, with dark hair and sharp blue eyes, a confident smirk on her lips.

She was dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, phone in hand.

Julie, the younger one, was about ten, with the same piercing blue eyes but an excitement that radiated off her.

She clutched a stuffed animal in one arm while bouncing on her heels.

Julie was the first to react.

“OH.

MY.

GOD.” Vanessa, amused, leaned forward slightly.

“That’s me.” Julie turned to Claire, gripping her stuffed animal.

“Claire!

It’s her!” Claire, usually composed, looked shocked.

“Wait.

What?

Ethan, are you serious?” Ethan, ever calm, nodded.

“Yeah.” Vanessa smirked.

“Big fans?” Julie nodded so fast it was a miracle her head didn’t snap off.

“You’re my favorite racer ever!” Claire folded her arms and gave Ethan a look.

“Okay, explain.

You brought Vanessa Carter to your house?

Ethan, since when do you casually hang out with celebrities?” Ethan sighed.

“It’s not that serious.” Zack, snickering from the side, muttered, “Oh, this is gold.” Claire narrowed her eyes.

“Wait.

Are you two dating?” Vanessa raised an eyebrow and leaned back.

“You wish,” she teased.

Ethan, unfazed, simply replied, “No.” Julie, still buzzing with excitement, practically hopped in place.

“Can I ask you a million questions?

Please?” Vanessa laughed.

“I’ll answer as many as I can.” Claire sighed, finally sitting down.

“Alright, I guess this means you’re cool.” Zack leaned against the kitchen counter, watching everything unfold.

“Man, this turned out better than I expected.” Ethan glanced at him.

“You doubted me?” Zack chuckled.

“Not doubted.

Just surprised.” Vanessa smirked.

“That seems to be the theme of the night.” Julie wasted no time bombarding Vanessa with questions.

“What’s your fastest speed?

What’s the hardest track you’ve ever raced on?

Have you ever crashed?

Do you get scared?” Vanessa answered each one with patience and charm.

“Fastest speed?

About 230 mph.

Hardest track?

Definitely Monaco – those tight corners are brutal.

Have I crashed?

Yeah, but nothing too crazy.

And scared?

Only when I don’t have control.”