Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 311 Collection

”It’s simple. We don’t just gamble with money—we gamble with lives. How about it?” Don Adams’s voice carried a venomous edge as he leaned back in his chair, a lewd smirk on his face.

”I fancy your women, and I’d love to add them to my collection,” he added, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Unbeknownst to Mr. Adams, those words were the equivalent of signing his own death certificate.

His ignorance of the storm brewing in Ross’s calm demeanor would be his undoing.

His eyes swept over the group of women flanking Ross, pausing particularly on Althea.

She wasn’t just beautiful; she was a global icon—a star adored by millions. The idea of claiming her for himself made Don’s grin widen.

But he didn’t stop there. His gaze moved hungrily to the others, appreciating each woman with an unsettling intensity.

Don didn’t discriminate; he appreciated beauty in all its forms.

And to him, Ross was a connoisseur, a man with an unparalleled ability to select the finest treasures.

”You’ve got excellent taste, Ross,” he chuckled, his words laced with both admiration and mockery.

Ross remained unbothered, his smile steady but unreadable.

”It’s simple enough indeed,” he replied, his voice calm yet carrying an undertone that made Maya tense.

”What if I agree to this gamble? You get all of my women if you win. But if I win… what will you give me in return?”

The room fell silent for a moment. Some of the women gasped audibly, their shock evident.

Ross’s words were like a slap to their faces. How could he even consider such a preposterous wager?

Their eyes darted to him, searching for answers in his calm expression.

But Maya… Maya knew better. She had seen that smile before.

It was the same smile Ross wore when he had crushed those who dared to challenge him, the same smile he had when someone had sealed their own fate.

Maya remembered the hotel basement massacre and she could not help but shiver.

She glanced around the room, noting the lewd grins and lascivious stares of the men surrounding her.

Their expressions told her everything she needed to know about their intentions.

She felt no sympathy for them. Not one bit.

If these men died tonight—and she had no doubt they would—she wouldn’t shed a tear.

They were vile, dangerous, and consumed by their own greed. Yet, a small part of her felt conflicted.

When had she become so desensitized to death?

Was she happy to see these men meet their end, or was it the cruelty within her that scared her most?

Maya was not alone in this sentiment since Gwen also recalled the details of that massacre.

She has no doubt at all in her mind that Ross was the one who did it.

More so that Ross admitted to the crime himself.

As Don leaned forward, his overconfidence evident, Gwen’s stomach churned.

She could almost feel the weight of the decisions Ross was making.

She didn’t know what Ross had in mind, but one thing was clear: tonight would not end without bloodshed.

”Speak your terms. I’ll accept them all,” Mr. Adams said with a confident smile, reclining in his chair as though victory was already assured.

”Anything?” Ross raised a brow, his tone sharp yet casual, as if testing the man’s resolve.

”Anything,” Mr. Adams confirmed with a smug nod, unaware of the storm he was inviting.

”Okay,” Ross said, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He then turned to the women at his side, his voice taking on a softer, reassuring tone.

”Ladies, could you go with Freddie for an hour? Have a drink, relax, and let me finish this quickly. I promise I’ll join you as soon as it’s over.” His words carried a veneer of charm, but beneath it was a calculated intent.

Some of his women didn’t fully understand who he was—or what he was capable of—and there was no reason for them to see that side of him just yet.

”Nope, we’re staying!”

”I’m not leaving without you, Ross!”

”I don’t trust these people!”

The women protested at first, their loyalty and concern evident.

The room buzzed with tension, but Ross was a man who knew how to handle his own.

With a mix of charm, authority, and reassurance, he managed to persuade most of them.

Less than five minutes later, Freddie escorted the majority of the women out of the room, leaving it significantly quieter.

But not everyone left. Maya, Gwen, and Althea remained.

These three knew the truth about Ross—the man behind the charming smile and the lavish lifestyle.

They stayed not out of fear but because they understood his capabilities.

They knew there was nothing in this room that could intimidate Ross Oakley.

Ross turned back to Mr. Adams, his expression shifting subtly.

The smile remained, but there was something cold behind it now.

A monster’s calm.

”Well then,” Ross began, his tone steady, almost conversational.

”If I win, I want just one thing.” He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locking with Mr. Adams.

”I want your life.”

The room froze. For a moment, the air was thick with shock.

Then, as if on cue, several of Adams’s men reached for their guns, their movements tense and jittery.

”Gentlemen,” Ross said coolly, raising a hand as if he were addressing unruly children.

”There’s no need to be impulsive. No need for violence—or guns.” He leaned back, completely at ease despite the loaded weapons aimed in his direction.

”After all, Mr. Adams did say he’d accept anything.”

Mr. Adams hesitated, but only briefly. He waved a hand, motioning for his men to lower their weapons.

”No need to overreact,” he said, forcing a laugh that sounded more nervous than he intended.

”Since this is Mr. Oakley’s wish, then so be it. Let’s play.”

He called for the dealer, his voice sharper now, eager to begin. Enjoy exclusive adventures from .Côm

He was confident that he would win this game easily.

As the cards were shuffled and dealt, his gaze kept drifting toward Althea.

She was breathtaking, and the thought of having her as part of his collection made his excitement nearly unbearable.

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