[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-600":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1832049,2438,"Chapter 600 - 600 Degree","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-600",600,"\u003Cp>That night, Thomas didn't settle and couldn't sleep until very late, as he continued his study of Ross's women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made notes—times of day they were alone, places they visited without Ross, names of friends who could be turned or watched. Patterns. Vulnerabilities. Entry points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charm one. Distract another. Befriend the quiet one. Seduce the boldest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all strategy. All manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as his fingers moved over the keyboard, as he compiled a plan so intricate it could pass as poetry, there was a brief pause in Thomas's heart. A flicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A memory. A time when he wasn't a weapon—just a man who wanted to love and be loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That time was long gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shut the thought down and opened the secure communication channel on his device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MESSAGE TO HQ – ENCRYPTED\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Target research complete. Entry strategy underway. Proceeding with soft contact phase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Casanova\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed the laptop with a quiet click and let the silence of the room wrap around him once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow, he would begin. And one of Ross Oakley's precious women would be the first to meet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But which one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's see who's the easiest to fall,\" he whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One week later, Thomas was finally ready to set his plan into motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After days of careful observation and strategic planning, he'd studied Ross's women in depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't go near the wives who already had children—there were four of them now: Althea, Mari, Stephany, and Penny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All four had given birth within the past few years, and Thomas knew Ross was more possessive of them than ever and vice versa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were, in his eyes, marked and untouchable—for now. Thomas wasn't reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was calculating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood that the key to dismantling a man like Ross wasn't brute force, but precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead, Thomas turned his attention to someone different. Someone who had a past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman with a history of infidelity, one who had once strayed in a moment of weakness—and Ross had snatched her up early, long before he became the larger-than-life figure he was now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn't just a pretty face—she had power, status, and perhaps... lingering temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in a sharp, charcoal-gray business suit that hugged his massive frame, Thomas looked every bit the part of a corporate alpha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His suit was tailored to perfection, the lines crisp, the fabric expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tie was blood-red—a subtle message, a silent threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted the cufflinks on his sleeves as he strode confidently into the grand lobby of the skyscraper, his polished leather shoes tapping rhythmically against the marble floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building itself screamed wealth and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleek glass walls, minimalist decor, and a quiet hum of professionalism hung in the air like perfume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, Thomas approached the elevator and pressed the button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't need to ask for directions. He already knew exactly where he was going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the elevator rose higher and higher, the numbers ticking up on the digital display, Thomas took a moment to smooth down his lapels and glance at his reflection in the mirror-like surface of the elevator doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Piercing blue eyes stared back at him—cold, calculating, and dangerously charismatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jawline was sharp, his features symmetrical, almost too perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At six foot five, Thomas was a towering figure of raw, masculine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in a business suit, his muscles were impossible to miss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a man built like a soldier, but dressed like a CEO. Intimidating. Seductive. Deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing a tastefully decorated hallway lined with frosted glass offices and elegant lighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas stepped out, his heavy footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads turned as he walked past—mostly women—each one caught off guard by his commanding presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversations slowed, eyes widened, and for a split second, the whole floor seemed to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He arrived at his destination—a large double-door office with a silver plaque that read Ivory Fashion and Accessories. Before he could even say anything, one of the secretaries stood up abruptly and approached him showing competence and training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Jones?\" she asked, slightly breathless. \"Mrs. Oakley is expecting you. Please follow me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to maintain a professional tone, but her eyes betrayed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They flicked up and down his frame, lingering far too long on his broad chest, his powerful arms, the confident set of his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to hide the way her cheeks flushed, the way her breathing subtly quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Thomas noticed. He always noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you,\" he said smoothly, his voice deep and velvety, like silk wrapped in thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman nearly stumbled on her heels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just his looks—it was the way he carried himself, the way his voice wrapped around you like a lover's touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word he spoke felt like it was meant for you and you alone. It was overwhelming, disarming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she led him through the office, past a row of glass-walled conference rooms and elegantly dressed staff, more eyes followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmurs spread behind cupped hands. Who was this man? What did he want with Mrs. Oakley?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas didn't care. Let them stare. Let them wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come here for a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind the next door… was the first piece of Ross Oakley's empire he planned to destroy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas stepped into the office, and the doors behind him shut with a quiet, almost reverent click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound echoed faintly in the quiet room, sealing him inside a space that exuded quiet power and grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, the room was elegant—tastefully furnished with dark woods and warm earth tones, the walls lined with framed degrees and minimalist art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large window behind the desk flooded the space with golden afternoon light, casting soft shadows across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Thomas wasn't paying attention to any of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What hit him first wasn't the sight of the woman sitting at the desk, though she was undeniably beautiful, her head bowed as she focused on a stack of papers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—what struck him was the scent.\u003C\u002Fp>",1014,"2026-06-09T06:18:57.662Z",1,"novelbin.me","fe7bd8470a18a3d082a78d6c8cc3028ae57c0f6adc9687a78280810591444f3d","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-601","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-599",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]