Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Red Carpet Event!
The crowd outside the fancy Blue Garden Hotel was alive with excitement. People were chatting and cheering, while cameras flashed like stars against the dark sky.

Standing right in the middle of all the buzz was Judy Cho.

She looked sharp and professional with the way her short black hair was neatly styled and her bright blue eyes caught the glow of the hotel’s grand lights. She held a microphone firmly, speaking clearly into the camera while her cameraman adjusted the shot to capture all the action happening behind her.

“This is Judy Cho, reporting live from New York City’s iconic Blue Garden Hotel.”

Her voice came out crisp and clear.

“Tonight, the much-anticipated Black Industries Tech Summit is set to unfold. Promising to unveil and auction what many are already calling the most revolutionary technology of the last decade, this event has drawn some of the biggest figures from around the world.”

She gestured subtly to the limousines, jeeps, and convertibles arriving at the red carpet.

“In attendance tonight, we have some truly rare and illustrious names: Dr. Alexandria Royce, the Founder and CEO of Neuronexus Biotech Evolution; Prince Adewale Adetokunbo, Chairman of the Royal African Technological Consortium; and General Juan Esteban Moreno, Commander of the Southern Hemisphere Defense Alliance. And if that wasn’t enough, even Imran bint Suleiman and his daughter Nadia of the esteemed Al-Rashid family have made an appearance.”

Judy paused to clear her throat as her smile widened slightly when she turned to the sight of another sleek black limousine pulling up to its designated spot. She already recognized the signature crest on the vehicle’s side.

“And look who’s just arrived!”

The woman dressed her hair properly.

“The man of the hour: Isaac Volkner of Volkner Dynamics.”

The car door opened without a sound, and Isaac Volkner stepped out with a kind of confidence that seemed completely natural.

He was wearing a tuxedo that fit him perfectly, making him look even more striking.

On each arm, he had two elegant European women.

The four of them stayed close to him with smiles that showed their high taste and luxury.

Isaac walked down the red carpet as if it was made just for him and his was charm so strong that people could feel it even from far away.

Judy wasted no time to dart in front of him.

She extended the microphone with a bright smile.

“Mr. Volkner… how is New York City’s most eligible bachelor feeling tonight?”

Isaac couldn’t stop the painful memory of Emma coming into his head.

『I have these four beautiful women with me… but all of them combined don’t come close to Emma.』

He looked at Judy, then into the camera, and chuckled.

“Heartbroken…”

The crowd erupted into laughter, Judy included, though she quickly recovered.

“Well, you certainly don’t look it!”

“Perhaps…”

Isaac gave her a quick wink and resumed his walk into the event hall with his entourage following close behind.

Turning back to the camera, Judy laughed softly.

“Well, that’s all we’re getting from Mr. Isaac Volkner tonight. Heartbroken, he says—but I don’t think anyone’s buying it.”

Another limousine pulled up and drew her attention.

Her expression turned speculative, then pleased.

“And now, here’s one of the two names everyone’s been waiting for. Miss Emma Graves, Founder and CEO of the fast-growing cosmetics company, Hermia; alongside none other than Pulsar, the rookie superhero who’s been making waves.”

As Judy spoke, reporters swarmed toward the vehicle with their microphones and cameras at the ready.

Inside the limousine, Pulsar sat still and her usual bright energy was completely gone.

All that was there was a blank, distant expression.

She tightly gripped her phone as the screen still showed a message she had read over and over again throughout the past week.

It was Scott’s last message.

A knot twisted in her stomach, and the vibrant colors of the city outside now looked dull and lifeless.

『I don’t know what else I can do to get him to talk to me again. I flew all over Metro City, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I asked Jake and a few other people, and they all said they haven’t seen him in a while… please, Scott… where are you? I just need to be with you…』

Pulsar tightly bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying.

『Can’t we talk… just once?』

She felt really sick.

Her chest still ached from the constant burning sensation, a result of throwing up every night due to all the overthinking.

Seated across from her, Vincent cracked the silence.

“Alright, Pulsar, get ready. The Peak is tied up with some last-minute issues, so you’re handling this solo… until he gets back at least. Damn, I would’ve loved it if you two walked into the event hall together like the new power couple!”

He could already picture the face of Pulsar lovers.

“Remember, you and The Peak are presenting Mr. Black’s award tonight. If reporters ask about your hero career, just smile and stick to the script: ‘Serve and protect.’ Nothing more. Got it?”

She didn’t answer… her eyes couldn’t leave the phone.

“Pulsar?”

“…”

“Did you hear me? Stick to the—”

“Vincent…”

Pulsar interjected with a low and cold voice.

Her glare was enough to freeze him mid-sentence.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to rip this limousine apart like a paper and shove it down your damn throat until you’re bleeding and crying for help.”

Vincent’s mouth opened, then closed.

Silence finally settled inside the car.

Pulsar shoved the door open and stepped out with her new white and purple super suit that sparkled like fireworks under the flashing lights. Reporters surged toward her, shouting questions and snapping photos, but she didn’t stop, didn’t smile, didn’t say a word.

She walked past them with her phone still in her hand.

Judy watched from her post with brows lifted.

She turned to the camera with a wry smile.

“It uhhh… seems Pulsar isn’t in the mood for conversation tonight. Let’s hope Miss Emma Graves will be more talkative when she arrives.”

Hopefully, it wouldn’t get awkward before then.

—

Meanwhile…

There was a big, black van disguised as a news van not far from the venue.

Grave’s fingers hovered over the tablet in his hands as he watched the live feeds from the drones in the sky and the cameras around the Blue Garden Hotel.

He could see everything happening, every small detail.

The crowd outside, the shiny limousines, the self-entitled celebrities walking in.

Inside the hotel, he even spotted Trickshot, disguised as a waiter, moving around with a trolley that seemed just a little too big for the occasion.

“Trickshot…”

Grave’s voice crackled through the earpiece.

“Come in.”

A low chuckle followed from the other end.

“Trickshot, active. I’m on the 60th floor, just doing some ‘service’ for the guests. Man, I had no idea Aaron Black had this many connections. If we took out the head of the Al-Rashid family… hell, we could probably buy an entire country with that kind of money. Oh, and I hear they have a pretty hot daughter too, Nadia or some shit like that. Might be worth sticking around for.”

Grave’s eyes narrowed as he zoomed in on the feeds.

“Focus, Trickshot. What’s the status on Elena Vargas?”

“Got eyes on her. If you want, I could snipe her right now—those phase-bullets Edna cooked up? Can’t wait to test ’em. But hey, I’ll hold off. She’s in the middle of some kinda VIP reception. It’s gonna be a little tricky getting a clean shot.”

“You’re joking… right?”

“PFFFFT──of course!”

Grave sighed.

“Regardless. We need her alive for now. So don’t start anything too early; this event is just getting underway. Wait for my signal.”

“Understood…”

Trickshot spoke with a little amusement in his tone.

“By the way, six of these rich heads tipped me a thousand each. You know, for good service.”

Grave’s eyes shifted over the tablet again to scan the hotel’s interior.

He could barely track everything with the size of the building, but eight live feeds at a time was enough.

“Trickshot…”

“I know, I know. Focus.”

Trickshot pushed the trolley down a corridor as he looked at the luxury around him.

“But hey, just to let you know, six of ’em handed me a thousand bucks each. Rich idiots, man. They won’t even know what hit ’em.”

“Just get back to your job…” Grave muttered.

His finger hovered over the communicator’s button to switch it off when a small thud from the back of the van made him reach for the handgun at his side.

He quickly turned around and pulled open the curtains to reveal the back of the van.

What was there was a great difference to the usual calm operations.

Ten men sat in the back, each holding a different high-tech weapon or gadget.

The place was dead silent.

And then there was him.

The Peak.

Bloodied. Tied up. He looked as if he’d seen the kind of fear that could make a grown man crumble.

“What’s all this noise?”

Grave’s voice was low, but anyone could tell he was the one in charge.

One of his men, clearly irritated, replied.

“This guy’s giving us problems, Grave. We can’t even shut him up. Should we just finish him off now?”

The scream of a woman left The Peak’s mouth as he trembled like a squashed cockroach.

『P-, Please… don’t kill me…』

That was what he wanted to say, but his mouth was stuffed with so many clothes he was barely breathing.

What more could be do? Pee his super pants? He’d already done that.

The Peak screamed like a little girl again.

Grave didn’t flinch.

His eyes narrowed as he took in the situation.

The Peak was squirming, eyes wide and pleading, but Grave didn’t have time for that kind of weakness.

Not now.

“No, we’re not killing him. I have plans for this one…”

Grave turned his eyes toward the men holding him.

“Tie him up tighter if you have to. I want him alive for now.”

The men exchanged glances and grumbled but nodded in agreement.

The Peak winced as the ropes bit deeper into his skin, but Grave wasn’t paying attention. He had already switched his focus back to the tablet, now monitoring the feeds from his surveillance.

—

Also…

Inside the sleek black sedan, Scott and Emma were making their way toward the Blue Garden Hotel. The neon lights of the city blazed against the backdrop of night, and the hum of the GT-R’s engine seemed almost too smooth as Scott guided it down the roads with a steady hand.

Sitting beside him, Emma raised an eyebrow as she leaned against the window, watching the passing city lights.

“You know, if you’re so eager to drive, I could always rent a race track for you. Let you go crazy on it.”

Her smile turned perverted.

『… or on me ♡』

Scott chuckled very softly.

“No need. I’m enjoying the ride with you.”

“R-, Really…”

Emma stared down at her yellow dress, feeling flustered.

She fiddled with her thumbs while talking a bit shyly.

“Well, if you really want, I could just buy the whole track for you. What do you think? Make it yours?”

“Like I said, the car’s only fun because you’re in it with me, alright? Buying is a race track is not necessary.”

“Alright… I-, I guess.”

Emma looked out the window, even more flustered.

Scott laughed a little louder this time.

“Well, we’re here.”

He parked the car with precision and stepped out to open the door for Emma.

He extended his hand with a smile.

“Maybe I haven’t said this yet, but… you look absolutely beautiful tonight.”

Emma’s hot cheeks flushed slightly as a soft smile tugged at her lips.

She accepted his hand.

“Thank you, Nightwatch.”

“Call me, Scott… honey.”

“You’re… sure?” Emma’s eyes brightened with hope.

Scott nodded slightly.

“We’re supposed to be a couple tonight, so of course you’re my honey.”

“I’m you’re…”

Emma’s eyes got even wider──like bright flashlights.

“…honey?”

“Mhm. Now, get down, babe.”

Steam erupted off the top of Emma’s head.

『B-, BABE──?! TWO IN A ROW?!』

She got out of the car, enjoying the touch of cold, slender hand in his warm, manly hand.

Everything about the moment felt just right, as if time had slowed down for the two of them to really connect, without anything getting in the way.

『I can’t mess this up…』

That was all Emma could think of.

…

Nadia stood at the entrance of the Blue Garden Hotel, looking both confident and impatient.

Her six bodyguards stood quietly behind her and formed an imposing wall of muscles and brute force.

There wasn’t a single reporter who had the mind to approach her without getting knocked off their socks.

The sparkling chandeliers above bathed Nadia in a warm light as she looked like an angel in her jade-colored, traditional arabian dress.

She adjusted said dress and checked her wristwatch for the fifth time in just a few minutes.

“Princess Nadia…”

One of the bodyguards respectfully spoke up.

“Your father is waiting for you. The event will start soon.”

Nadia waved a hand dismissively as her eyes continued to scan the crowds.

“Shush, I’m waiting for my friend!”

Her eyes swam through the sea of well-dressed guests, but there was no sign of Emma yet.

She sighed heavily and went for the classic facepalm.

『Where is she? I wasn’t planning on coming for this garbage until she told me she’d be going too…』

She already had plans to go fishing with Jenna and Marcus today, but now those plans were completely gone.

『I wish I could swear! Hmph!』

As if on cue, her sharp eyes caught movement from the far end of the entrance. Nadia’s heart skipped a beat when she saw them—Scott and Emma, walking arm in arm, effortlessly catching the attention of everyone around them.

Emma was practically melting into Scott’s side as her head rested against his muscular arm, the kind of smile that could only be described as satisfied gracing her red lips. She was radiating with contentment when a pleased little moan slipped from her lips as they made their way across the lobby.

“Ahhhhh~ ♡ this is the life…”

A little more and Emma would melt into a puddle of water.

Nadia’s eyes narrowed as she took in the sight.

『Wait … could that be…』

But before she could finish the thought, reporters swarmed in like bees to honey with their microphones and cameras aimed squarely at Emma.

“Ms. Hermia!”

One of the reporters shouted as he pushed forward.

“We’d love to hear about your upcoming plans for Hermia. What can you tell us about next year? How are you planning to improve the clothing line, given that sales haven’t been stellar?”

Emma’s smile never faltered.

She was the picture of confidence, poised as ever.

“Well, it’s simple really. We’re taking it to the next level. Hermia is all about innovation, and next year, we’ll be introducing sustainable fashion, new cuts, and unique designs that will stand out. I’m very excited about what’s coming.”

A different reporter jumped in.

“But there’s been buzz around your friendship with Princess Nadia Al-Rashid. Does that relationship benefit your business in any way? How do you see that affecting your brand?”

Emma “hmph-ed” confidently.

She grabbed the microphone from the reporter’s hand.

“Let me just clear something up, okay?”

There was such pride in her voice.

“When I became friends with Nadia, I didn’t know she was a princess. So no, I’m not benefitting from any royal connections, financial or otherwise. And as for her father? He doesn’t exactly like me, or most of Nadia’s other friends for that matter.”

She gave the mic back to the reporter with a smile.

“So, no, there’s no hidden agenda. I’m just here for the company, not the connections.”

The reporter seemed caught off guard but quickly recovered.

Before he could ask another question, Emma pulled on Scott’s arm and brought him closer.

She flashed the cameras a cute smile.

“Aren’t you going to ask about my boyfriend?”

She even spoke very sweetly.

The reporters exchanged looks and awkwardly cleared their throats before quickly shifting their focus.

“What’s the point of interviewing a nobody she’s probably gonna break-up with tomorrow…”

“Tch, maybe ten years ago people gave damn!”

“Let’s see if we can interview Lady Adira Crowe.”

They began to walk away to look for more big names to interview as the event approached.

Emma sighed dramatically as she cupped her cheeks with her hands then pouted.

“Sorry, they don’t know how amazing you are, babe.”

She looked up at Scott with a soft smile.

Scott chuckled and patted her head gently.

“It’s fine. I don’t need the spotlight. Let’s head in now. I’ve got some work to do.”

They started walking toward the main ballroom, with Emma holding onto Scott’s arm like she never wanted to let go. Just as they were about to enter, Scott heard the familiar voice of the System in his mind.

[Initiating Big Event Livestream in 10 seconds…]

Scott’s eyes went wide.

“What────?!”

[Negative. The media has undermined the popularity of the host. It is my duty to ensure that the media recognizes the host as the number one icon in the world.]

Scott’s face paled slightly when he quickly realized.

“No, no, terminate livestream initiation now!”

He hissed under his breath as his grip on Emma’s arm tightened.

[Command Denied.]

[Livestream begins in 3 seconds…]

[3… 2… 1…]

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Note: I’ll post Emma, Pulsar and Nadia’s dress next chapter. I’m still working on them.