My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 61: [ - - 53] - Round two

Chapter - 53

"Helllllloooo, Ladies! Did you miss me?"

Marcus froze and the smile on his face vanished when he saw Lucius.

"You..." he breathed in confusion, rising to his feet.

Iris’s eyes widened as her lips parted, "Lucius," she whispered, her heart hammering.

She stood up before she even knew it.

Mr. Singh leaned forward in his chair, clearly entertained, "Ohhhooo!!! The dramatic young man is here. I was wondering where you were."

Lucius strode past the guards without a glance, "Apologies Mr Singh. I had to crawl out of a shallow grave this morning."

He gave Mr. Singh a small nod, "But I made it just in mind to ensure the ink on that deal doesn’t stain the wrong fingers."

He walked over and stood behind Iris, resting a hand casually on her chair. Iris didn’t move, but her heart raced.

Marcus tried to regain his calm, "I thought you were... handled."

Lucius smiled coldly, "Turns out your men couldn’t handle me."

[That’s my master]

[Walking in like a goddamn movie trailer]

"You have a way with words, boy" Mr. Singh chuckled, "This is getting interesting."

Lucius met his gaze, "I thought you were a smart man. You liked fair games. So I came to make sure Iris gets one."

Mr. Singh studied him briefly, then slowly put the pen down, "There is nothing fair in life. But somehow I feel we need to wait."

Lucius leaned slightly closer to Iris and whispered, "Sorry, I made you worry."

She didn’t answer, but her fingers brushed him beneath the table. Her eyes said everything.

Marcus sat down again, clearly unsettled. Lucius smiled. He had just stolen the scene.

And the deal... had just begun.

Lucius stepped forward slowly, hands in his pockets, his voice calm, "You know, Mr. Singh," he began, "I have heard a lot about you. A man with old roots, strong values, and a deep love for this place."

Mr. Singh raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming, "Flattery so early in the morning?"

Lucius chuckled lightly, "Not flattery. Just the truth. This land— this palace— carries your name. You have cared for it like a king would care for his kingdom."

The old man leaned back in his chair, amused, "You speak well, boy. But what’s your purpose?"

Lucius’s tone shifted gently, but edged, "That’s why it surprised me," he said slowly, "To see a man like you rush into a deal... with someone who grins too wide, and buries poison beneath polish."

He turned his head slightly, not looking at Marcus, but the message was clear.

Marcus scoffed quietly.

Mr. Singh rested his chin on his hand, "And you think I am making bad friends?"

Lucius smiled, quiet and rueful, "I think...the wise lion may have let the jackals wander too close to the throne."

A brief silence settled in the room for a moment.

Then Mr. Singh chuckled, "You have got a sharp tongue."

Lucius turned slightly towards Iris. "I’ve got sharp eyes, too."

He moved a few steps closer and stopped beside her.

"Then I see her. Iris Levain. Cold to the world, sharp as steel, but... soft underneath. Like that flame in a dying winter."

Iris blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Her eyes dropped as she tried to hide the small smile that touched her lips.

"She doesn’t say much," Lucius went on, "But she works. She fights. She is dreaming of building something better. Something meaningful with this place of yours."

He turned his eyes back to Mr. Singh, "Can’t you see this?"

Clap. Clap.

A slow, sarcastic applause echoed through the room. Marcus. And the spark, the imagination Lucius was trying to build was shattered.

"God!" he said loudly, rolling his eyes, "How much longer are we going to listen to this poetic crap?"

All eyes shifted to him.

Marcus stood now, brushing his coat and adjusting his watch.

"I came here for a business deal, not bedtime stories and love speeches. We’re not in a college debate, Lucius. We’re at the table to sign," he scoffed.

He gave a pointed glance at the grand door behind Mr. Singh, as if expecting someone to walk in at any second.

Then he looked back at Lucius, smirking, "You had your dramatic entrance. You said your lines. Now sit down and let the grown-ups work."

Lucius turned to face him. Slowly. Calmly. He knew that Mr Singh was someone who has lost it all, and has nothing left of his own. So, what may seem like crap to Marcus, might just be the key to strike that cord.

He took two quiet steps forward, his gaze locked on Marcus.

"You look good," Lucius said softly, "No bruises. No scratches. Almost like... You didn’t spend the night getting your hands dirty."

Marcus’s smile didn’t change, but his eyes flickered, just for a second.

Lucius’s smile sharpened—icier now, with just a flicker of fire beneath.

"Funny thing, though," he said, voice quiet but cutting, "I do remember you asking that old man in silk robes to beat the life out of me. And you... you sure watched it happen like it was a private show."

Iris’s eyes widened slightly.

Mr. Singh raised an eyebrow.

Marcus clicked his tongue, "You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about."

Lucius laughed under his breath. "Don’t I?"

He stepped a little closer, "That old fossil—what’s his name? Master Lei, right?"

He tilted his head and looked straight at Marcus.

"Tell me, Marcus... Do you always hide behind wrinkled monks in pajamas? Or was that just a one-time kink?"

Marcus’s jaw tightened.

Lucius smiled, "Must be nice," Lucius went on, voice sharper now, "to act like a big man while letting grandpa do the punching for you. Do you clean his slippers too? Or just polish his stick?"

Even Mr. Singh chuckled under his breath, hearing this.

Marcus took a step forward, face tight, fists clenched.

Lucius didn’t move. Didn’t blink. He stepped in just enough to lower his voice.

"You sent people to bury me," he said flatly, "Now they are the ones under the dirt. One of them even dug the hole himself."

Marcus’s eyes flickered.

Lucius leaned in, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "You should have made sure I stayed dead. If I see that old bastard again, I will bury him with the rest."

They stood face to face. Still. Silent. Electric.

The air turned heavy— charged like a storm just seconds before the first crack of thunder.

Iris watched, breath shallow, fists clenched on her lap.

Mr. Singh reclined slightly, swirling his drink, eyes gleaming with curiosity—like a man in the front row at the theater.

Lucius didn’t blink.

Then, with slow precision, he slipped a hand into his coat.

The guards shifted.

But Lucius only pulled out a phone— a little cracked. He raised it, holding it in the air like an offering.

The room went quiet.

Lucius turned, walked over to Mr. Singh, and offered it to him with both hands, "This belonged to Cassey," he said.

Mr. Singh took the phone, eyes narrowing. "And who is Cassey?"

"A common friend of ours," Lucius said, eyeing Marcus.

He paused—just enough to let the weight of his next words settle, "He was kind enough to let us have this.."

Marcus’s jaw clenched.

Mr. Singh turned the phone over in his hand and pressed the power button.

The screen lit up. A simple lock screen appeared. Fingerprint lock.

Mr. Singh raised an eyebrow, "It’s locked."

Lucius folded his arms, "I know."

Marcus let out a short, barking laugh, "So that’s it?" He sneered, "You hand over a locked phone and expect it to save you?"

He stepped forward, grinning, "What’s next? You’re gonna read me his text messages through your psychic powers?"

Lucius didn’t react. Instead, he smiled—a calm, cool, dangerous smile, "I don’t need psychic powers," he said. "I have got something better."

Marcus smirked, flattered just a bit.

Mr. Singh tilted his head, curious.

Lucius tilted his head slightly toward the ceiling. His voice dropped low—which only he could hear.

"You still with me?"

The voice answered in his head immediately.

[Always, master. And I must say...this drama is much better than I expected.]

Lucius’s smirk deepened.

**FLASHBACK**

Earlier that morning...

[Master!]

"What now?"

[Don’t sound so irritated. I actually have a little treat for you. You got me so hooked to the drama you showed me, that I almost forgot to tell you about that]

Lucius raised an eyebrow, "What kind of treat?"

[Three free spins at the System Lottery!]

[You could win anything. Weapons, skills, charms, maybe even... some toys. Depends on the mood.]

Lucius blinked, "Toys?"

[You never know what you will need]

Lucius shook his head, "Alright. Just Spin it."

[As you command, my master]

And in no time he could see a holographic wheel appear in front of him, and it started spinning.

DING!

Congratulations!

Lottery Reward: [Blood Instinct Lv.1] – Increases Strength and Stamina by 10% when wounded.

Lucius shook his head in amusement, "I feel this is going to be useful."

Next the wheel spun again.

DING!

Lottery Reward: [Trace Bypass Token] – One-time use. Unlock any digital device instantly.

Lucius frowned, "That’s weirdly specific."

[You will thank me soon enough]

Spin three...

DING!

Lottery Reward: Cash $1,000

Lucius stared at the screen in disbelief, "Seriously?"

[You looked like roadkill this morning. Do you think anyone will give you a free ride?]

Lucius chuckled to himself. This system is somehow always right.

**FLASHBACK ENDS**

Back in the room, Lucius pointed at the phone in Mr. Singh’s hand, "I can unlock it," he said coolly.

Mr. Singh looked intrigued, "Without a fingerprint?"

Lucius smiled confidently, "You don’t know the parts Cassey has touched me. I have all the fingerprints."

"Do show me," Mr singh handed the phone to Lucius.

[Use Trace Bypass Token?]

"Yeah."

A subtle current passed through his fingertips like some static charge.

Lucius grabbed the phone and put his finger on the sensor.

UNLOCKED!

The phone unlocked with a soft chime, its screen lighting up.

"What?" Marcus hissed. And not just him, even Iris and Mr Singh were taken by surprise.

Lucius swiped through the phone, then held the screen out to Mr.Singh.

"Take a look," he said coolly.

Mr. Singh leaned in. His eyes narrowed as he read messages— Marcus’s name at the top, the chat’s were blunt.

How Marcus approached Cassey, The two of them plotting together, Cassey giving him the details, and Cassey getting paid in return.

Silence spread like smoke. Marcus stood frozen, rage growing on his face.

Mr. Singh shook his head, "Guess I am really getting old," he grunted.

With a sharp flick, he tore a sheaf of papers from the table and hurled them at Marcus’s chest. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

The papers fluttered to the floor like dead leaves.

"I don’t need to spell it out for you," Mr. Singh spat, "You can leave Mr Dorne."

Lucius smirked, slow and cruel, "Poor Marchs," he murmured, "This way..." he said, pointing towards the exit.

Marcus’s fury snapped.

"You think you are clever?" Marcus hissed, "I played nicely last night. But believe me, I will end all of you right here." He jabbed his foot on the ground.

"I will smash your head under my damn foot!"

Lucius chuckled under his breath, "Try it, bastard," he said, voice low, "Let’s see who gets buried this time."

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