[{"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-836":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},1832285,2438,"Chapter 836 Tabs","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-836",836,"\u003Cp>A heavy silence fell over the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city lights blurred past, but the weight of his words hung between them like a storm cloud. Lois shifted in her seat, refusing to meet his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billy glanced at her again, this time softer. \"Lois, this isn’t just a story. It’s Ross Oakley. He’s got influence that reaches farther than you can imagine—politicians, police, billionaires. Even people in our own network.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not afraid of him,\" Lois said quietly, though the firmness in her tone was laced with something else—something personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billy noticed. \"This isn’t just about journalism for you, is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lois stayed silent a beat too long before answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. Of course it is. I just don’t like how millions of people are practically kissing the ground Ross Oakley walks on. He’s not a saint, and I’m going to expose him for what he truly is. A big bad wolf in sheep’s clothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all she gave him—yet it was more than enough to make Billy’s stomach sink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold heaviness settled in his gut, because deep down, he knew the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross Oakley wasn’t the kind of man you challenged... and lived to tell the tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One week passed in a blur, and Monday arrived before Lois knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She strolled into the office, coffee in hand, expecting the usual start-of-the-week drudgery—half-asleep coworkers, last-minute script edits, the occasional grumble about deadlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today... was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air practically crackled with tension. People were huddled in small clusters, whispering fiercely, eyes darting toward the TV screens on the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some clutched their phones like lifelines, scrolling for updates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere was so thick with unease that Lois slowed her steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s going on?\" she asked a nearby colleague, her frown deepening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t often the newsroom looked like someone had just announced the end of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re late—and it’s big,\" the woman replied, leaning forward as if afraid to say it too loudly. \"Someone bought out the entire network.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lois blinked. \"Bought out... what? Our network?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah. As of this morning, the ink’s already dry.\" The colleague hesitated for a beat before adding, \"It’s Ross Oakley.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name landed like a stone in Lois’s stomach. \"Ross... Oakley?\" she repeated, almost hoping she’d misheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s expanding into news media,\" the colleague continued. \"Apparently, this is just one of several networks he’s acquired. We’re part of his portfolio now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lois’s hand tightened around her coffee cup until she nearly crushed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind whirled, replaying the interview, the heated words, the smug curve of Ross’s smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This felt personal—like a chess move made solely to remind her who controlled the board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around her, the newsroom buzzed with speculation, excitement, even admiration for their new, impossibly wealthy owner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lois barely heard any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world seemed to tilt beneath her feet, a slow, dizzying realization sinking in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross Oakley wasn’t just in her story anymore. He owned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lois didn’t leave the office that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stayed long after most people had clocked out, nursing a cup of coffee she didn’t even like just to give herself an excuse to linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her desk sat near the glass wall, and every so often she caught glimpses of shadows moving in the executive wing—Ross Oakley’s territory now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d seen him earlier in the conference room, flanked by high-ranking board members, his presence pulling everyone’s attention like gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from across the hall, he seemed in control of the air itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder people followed him. No wonder so many were too afraid to stand in his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three o’clock came, and with it, the doors to the conference room opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last batch of executives spilled out, laughter and handshakes all around, grins plastered on their faces like they’d just been promised a future paved in gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever Ross had told them, they believed it—and they were thrilled about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lois waited until the hallway was clear before stepping in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heels clicked against the polished floor with sharp precision, each step a deliberate act of defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was exactly as she remembered him—leaning back in a leather chair as if the entire room belonged to him, exuding an unshakable calm that bordered on arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faintest smirk tugged at his lips when he saw her, as though her arrival was the final move in a game he’d been orchestrating all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, well, well,\" he drawled, his voice carrying that lazy confidence that made people lean in just to catch every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss Johnson. What a surprise, seeing you again so soon.\" His gaze moved—slowly, unapologetically—from her eyes down the curve of her figure, lingering just long enough to make her pulse spike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I must say... you’ve only grown more beautiful with time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut the crap, Mr. Oakley.\" Lois didn’t bother with pleasantries. She didn’t sit, didn’t even blink. \"Did you do this because of me? You couldn’t take losing to me in a spar of words, so you just bought the company I work for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with something dangerously close to amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right on the mark,\" he said without hesitation, as if her accusation were a compliment. \"And what’s wrong with that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, the predator in him fully awake now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In fact,\" he continued, voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone, \"I’ll make you an offer. How does a hundred thousand dollars a month sound? Too little? Name your price, and I’ll double it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hung between them, thick with implication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just a job offer—it was a challenge. A line in the sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And in exchange, what do you want?\" Lois’s tone was cold enough to frost glass. Her gaze didn’t waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want me to sleep with you, is that it?\" The words came out steady, but her pulse quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her experience, men like Ross Oakley never handed out generosity without expecting something in return—and that something was usually expensive, degrading, or both.\u003C\u002Fp>",1009,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.620Z",1,"novelbin.me","3438f41803dd451bdda6597b7ccad37e06ade686b62ce4893e2511a6b9d056b4","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-837","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-835",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]