[{"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-911":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},1832210,2438,"Chapter 911 Point","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-911",911,"\u003Cp>\"Mind if I sit here? Looks like you’ve got the best seat in the place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked. Her heart hammered in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen answers fought to come out at once, but all she managed was a mute nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could she ever say no to a larger than life man like Ross Oakley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross chuckled under his breath and slid into the seat opposite her, setting his tray down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a sip of his Coke as if nothing about this moment was unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, maybe it wasn’t. For her, it was surreal—dreamlike, almost absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat frozen for a moment, burger half-eaten in her hands, unsure if she should say something or just let the silence stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of her own heartbeat filled her ears, drowning out the chatter and clatter of the restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross glanced at her, an amused smile tugging at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Relax. I don’t bite. Not unless it’s a burger.\" He held one up, grinning, before taking a bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That broke the tension just enough for her to laugh—softly, nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her gaze, cheeks warm, and tried to remind herself that he was just a man sitting across from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, every part of her knew this moment wasn’t ordinary. This was Ross Oakley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was the very first moment their paths crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would look back on it for years to come as the beginning of everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross and the young woman ate in silence for a minute, the noise of the restaurant filling the air—the sizzle of the fryers, the chatter of other students, the clink of trays being set down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Carrie, every sound felt muted, distant, as if the entire world had dimmed the moment Ross Oakley sat across from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, true to his nature, Ross broke the silence with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned forward slightly, confidence radiating off him in a way that was neither forced nor arrogant—it was simply who he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were right earlier,\" he said with that signature half-smile, the one she’d seen countless times on television and in magazines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m Ross. Pleasure to meet you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his hand across the table, pausing for her to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Carrie,\" she replied, her voice quieter than she intended. She placed her hand in his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment their skin touched, she felt it—strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand was large, warm, and steady, the grip firm yet effortless, like he could crush hers without meaning to, yet chose restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just a handshake; it was the kind of touch that carried power, dominance, and certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, she forgot to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrie forced herself to look up into his face, and the sight only deepened her awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already past forty—she knew that from headlines and biographies—but sitting here now, it was impossible to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a man in his mid-twenties, carved by youth and vigor, as if he lived permanently in his prime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin was unlined, his eyes sharp, his presence magnetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t just his appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind that face was the legend: Ross Oakley, the man with dozens of wives—each one a beauty that could grace the stage of any Miss Universe contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a billionaire, an NBA champion, a movie star, a man whose life had outgrown ordinary definitions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross Oakley wasn’t just a man anymore. He was a force of nature, larger than life itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting across from him, Carrie felt the air thicken, heavy with his aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t describe it any other way—just being near him made her feel smaller, fragile, as though she had stumbled into the orbit of someone far beyond her reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a passing glance, not a casual flicker of his eyes—he looked at her, steady and unblinking, as if she was the only person in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrie’s pulse spiked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the weight of his gaze, she felt stripped bare, every defense peeled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like he could see through her skin, into her heart, into every hidden longing she had never spoken aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shifted in her seat, suddenly aware of how tightly she was clutching her soda cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warmth crept up her neck and into her cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s lips curved again, not unkindly, but with a faint trace of amusement—as though he already knew what she was feeling, as though he’d seen this reaction a thousand times in a thousand different faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Carrie,\" he repeated softly, rolling her name on his tongue. \"Pretty name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The simple compliment made her chest tighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to say something back, anything at all, but her throat felt dry, her thoughts a tangled mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For all the boys who had chased her in the past, none had ever made her feel like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had always been in control, aloof, distant. But here and now, under Ross Oakley’s gaze, she felt completely defenseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time in her life she realized how dangerous attraction could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks,\" Carrie replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shyness showed in the way she lowered her eyes and fidgeted with the straw of her drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing in the world that could make her feel brave in front of Ross Oakley—a man who had achieved everything she could only dream of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had money, fame, power, and the kind of legendary reputation that made people treat him like royalty wherever he went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, on the other hand, was just a struggling college student, still completely reliant on her parents’ support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d thought about taking on part-time jobs like many of her classmates, but her parents had insisted she focus on her studies alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the empire Ross Oakley commanded, her life felt so small, so ordinary, almost laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, here he was. Sitting across from her. Speaking to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrie could hardly believe how the night had unfolded, how fate had decided to push her into the orbit of someone so far above her world.\u003C\u002Fp>",1010,"2026-06-09T06:19:02.326Z",1,"novelbin.me","349790eb9d91a754402e3a14d5b929ff6db164ae75751923832bd18b77567e57","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-912","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-910",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]