Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women-Chapter 104: Victory Dinner

Zack exhaled sharply as he ended the call with Ethan, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples.

The club was still packed, bodies moving on the dance floor, neon lights flickering in sync with the thumping bass.

He could feel the vibration in his chest, but his mind wasn’t on the music, the people, or even the drink in his hand.

His laptop screen glowed in front of him, displaying the latest numbers.

[$2.5 million.]

In a single day.

Zack let out a slow whistle, shaking his head in disbelief.

Even though the rapid influx of registrations was finally stabilizing, the money was still climbing.

It wasn’t slowing down — it was piling up.

He picked up his glass, taking a long swig of the juice he had ordered instead of alcohol.

No way was he risking getting drunk tonight — not when things were moving this fast.

The last thing he needed was to wake up to a financial disaster because he hadn’t been paying attention.

He adjusted his shirt, smoothing out a wrinkle as he grinned to himself.

This was it. The investment was finally falling into place.

For quite some time, he and Ethan had poured everything into making this resort launch a success.

Late nights, countless calls, endless planning.

’And now, they were standing at the edge of something huge. No,’ Zack corrected himself, ’we’re already in it.’

He tapped his fingers against the table, watching as new registrations trickled in. Fewer than before, but still a steady flow.

The site hadn’t crashed — thank God — but he wasn’t ruling out the possibility that it might if things exploded again.

He made a mental note to talk to the tech team about reinforcing the servers.

As he scanned through the data, someone slid into the seat across from him.

"Yo, Zack. What’s got you looking all serious?"

Zack barely glanced up. It was one of his friends from the club, Jason — always showing up at the worst times.

"Business," Zack said simply, eyes still locked on the screen.

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Ethan pulled up smoothly to the restaurant, the deep hum of his Porsche catching the attention of nearly everyone nearby.

The sleek black exterior gleamed under the city lights, and Vanessa, sitting in the passenger seat, couldn’t deny that the ride had been incredibly smooth.

"You really enjoy showing off, don’t you?" she teased, glancing at him as he effortlessly parked in one of the reserved spots near the entrance.

Ethan smirked. "It’s not showing off if it’s just how I drive."

Vanessa rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help smiling.

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The car had turned heads the entire way there, and she had noticed more than a few envious stares from pedestrians and drivers alike.

The way Ethan handled the Porsche, one hand resting casually on the wheel, the other occasionally adjusting the settings — it was clear he was used to luxury.

As he turned off the engine, he glanced at her. "You ready?"

She nodded, smoothing out her dress before stepping out of the car.

The restaurant in front of them was one of the nicest in the city — Zack had picked it out for their victory dinner, and if the glowing lights and upscale decor were any indication, it was definitely fancy.

As soon as Ethan stepped out, a valet rushed over, almost too eagerly. "Sir, I’ll take care of that for you."

Ethan handed him the keys with a nod. "Be careful with her."

The valet nodded so fast it looked like his head might fall off. "Of course, sir!"

Vanessa chuckled as they walked toward the entrance. "Pretty sure he almost bowed."

Ethan shrugged. "It happens."

The moment they entered, they spotted Zack waving wildly from a corner booth. "Over here, lovebirds!"

Vanessa immediately flushed. "We are not — "

Ethan cut her off by placing a hand on the small of her back and guiding her toward Zack. "Ignore him. He’s had too much success today; it’s making him delirious."

Zack grinned as they slid into the booth. "Success does tend to do that." He gestured dramatically to the spread of appetizers already on the table. "So, I figured — why not celebrate in style?"

Ethan raised a brow at the sheer number of dishes. "You ordered everything?"

Zack leaned back smugly. "I’m feeling generous. Plus, we deserve it."

Vanessa picked up a fork and poked at a small gourmet dish that looked way too fancy to actually taste good. "You sure you’re not just showing off?"

Zack gasped, placing a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Me? Show off? Vanessa, I am deeply hurt by these accusations."

Ethan smirked. "She’s got a point, though."

Zack sighed dramatically. "Fine, maybe a little. But can you blame me? We made millions today. Millions, Ethan. That’s not normal. That’s ’we-should-be-in-history-books’ level of insane."

Ethan leaned back, a satisfied but tired look in his eyes. "Yeah, it’s wild."

Vanessa noticed the subtle exhaustion in his expression and nudged him. "You’ve barely slept, have you?"

Ethan shrugged. "Had work to do."

Zack groaned. "Tell me about it. I was at the club, drowning in registrations. I swear, I almost lost my mind."

Vanessa raised a brow. "Wait, you were still at the club?"

Zack grinned. "Multitasking, baby."

Ethan shook his head. "You and I have very different ideas of ’work environments.’"

"Hey, I was productive!" Zack insisted. "And now we’re here, eating like kings."

As the conversation continued, more dishes arrived, and they dug in.

Vanessa, to her surprise, actually enjoyed most of the food — despite how over-the-top some of the dishes looked, they were actually really good.

Halfway through the meal, Zack raised his glass. "To us. To the insane idea we had, and to the even crazier fact that it’s working."

Ethan smirked, lifting his glass. "To making history."

Vanessa hesitated, then lifted her own. "To… not working in a low end job ?"

Zack laughed. "I’ll drink to that."

They clinked glasses, the weight of the day finally settling in.