[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati":3,"chapter-harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-143":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation",{"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},1410904,1864,"Chapter 143: Big Mistake","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-143",143,"\u003Cp>Chapter 143 – Big Mistake\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the auction?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A half-mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least for Lux.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the girls?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total nuclear-grade meltdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of meltdown where nobles didn’t just fume—they plotted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers turned sharp. Posture stiffened. Old money started side-eying old power like it had just farted in church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux sipped his drink with the casual grace of a man watching it all unfold from a leather throne in Hell’s VIP box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent in the air had changed. No more overpriced perfumes and excited sweat. Now it was sour—like fear mingled with pride. The kind of pride that had just taken a very public, very expensive slap to the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the lamia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lylith Seravelle didn’t scream, didn’t throw a chair, didn’t claw the drapes like a noob investor watching her first portfolio crash. No—she just sat there. Perfect posture. Eyes forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her glare?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could’ve stripped skin off a lesser man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or cracked through diplomatic immunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her scaled tail coiled tighter, twitching like it wanted to crush something. Her entourage noticed. Two guards moved immediately—hands on blades, scanning for an outlet to this humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke Albrecht stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned sharply, cloak dragging behind him like it still had dignity left to protect. One step. Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the lamia guards moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not killing fast, but very, very politely \"you’re not going anywhere\" fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t even look surprised. Just nodded to himself, fingers tracing the rim of his glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm. Yup. That’s the part where he regrets being born noble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The host tried to salvage things. Poor bastard was practically foaming with polite desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ladies and gentlemen! A minor hiccup! Please allow us a moment to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" someone barked from the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A noblewoman—high up, draped in feathers and fur dress. Her voice cut through the air like winter in a ballroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I refuse to sit another second in a fraud-tainted auction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that—others followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one. Like dominos. Like rich, angry, well-dressed dominos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because when the elite are pissed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not shouting or stomping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s pulling strings. Writing names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more dangerously—pulling money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auction was shut down within the next ten minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No closing ceremony. No \"thank you for attending.\" Just tension, hushed arguments, and the sound of heavy heels clicking toward exits like declarations of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux exhaled through his nose, finally standing up and brushing invisible lint from his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damage had already been done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reputation shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illusion broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in a room full of masks, exposing one fraud was like setting fire to a masquerade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not when reputation was sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed the flow of departing guests with practiced ease, the girls trailing behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava pinched the bridge of her nose as they exited the hall, her brows furrowed like she’d just read six pages of financial stupidity and found them all profitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elyndra muttered something about \"nobility rot\" under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiera, for once, had no sass left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mira?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira was glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes sparkled with something that looked suspiciously like arousal wrapped in business euphoria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed the gap between them with a catlike gait and said, \"You know... I need you to do more of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux raised a brow. \"More of what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That.\" She gestured vaguely back at the auction building. \"The sabotage. The bloodless executions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled. \"That was light mischief.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned in slightly. \"Exactly. And I loved it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elyndra groaned. \"Mira, please. We are still in public. That sadistic little streak of yours needs a leash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiera joined in. \"Why do you even like him for that? I mean, you’re literally turned on because he exposed a noble with a glorified chicken egg scam—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira grinned, sharp and cold. \"Because a man who can destroy his enemies’ empires without blinking means he has power. Real power. Which means...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze drifted over Lux’s lips, then down to his collarbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...he can control.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiera’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again. \"Okay, ew. Business flirting is gross.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava scoffed. \"You literally danced on the stage just now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was fashion, not fraud!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux just hummed, amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava glanced at him sideways, her tone dry. \"You are enjoying this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged. \"I didn’t start it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiera narrowed her eyes. \"No—you definitely planned it. You left. Then bam—you’re back just in time for the exposé.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Add werewolves to that. Three of them,\" he added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira tilted her head. \"Wolves?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux nodded faintly. \"Minor inconvenience.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiera looked horrified. \"There were assassins?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He offered a lazy grin. \"You make it sound so personal. They weren’t after you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gee, thanks,\" she grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava crossed her arms, still watching him closely. \"You did it again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux raised a brow. \"Did what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You brought chaos. Then slipped out. Then returned just in time to look unbothered while the world caught fire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pretended to consider it. \"That does sound like me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira suddenly linked arms with him, dragging him down the steps outside the venue. Her voice was practically a purr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know, Lux... you’re the kind of man I’d marry just to file the divorce papers myself. Publicly. At a press conference. In flames.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed. \"That sounds romantic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elyndra groaned. \"I’m surrounded by lunatics.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava sighed. \"Welcome to hell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux smirked at that. \"Actually, hell’s more structured. I helped build the departments.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girls paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiera blinked. \"You what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux smiled, not elaborating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira’s pupils dilated slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rava muttered under her breath, \"He’s not kidding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux tilted his head toward her, voice low enough that only she could hear it. \"You’re breaking our little secret, darling.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not,\" she replied just as softly. \"But they’re already halfway obsessed. What’s one more sin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air outside was thick with humidity and tension. Neon signs reflected off the parked luxury cars, stretching over their clothes in waves of red and gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira’s grip on his arm tightened slightly. \"Next time you do something like this, Lux... let me help.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to her, genuinely intrigued. \"Help?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes burned. \"I know how to ruin reputations too. I’ve invested in it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1034,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.778Z",1,"novelbin.me","328ebcc3145e84d598683c423920f6cf4a6cc8591c8c898a7cdfe3575416e010","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-144","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-142",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]