[{"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-272":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},1410933,1864,"Chapter 272: Attention","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-272",272,"\u003Cp>Chapter 272 – Attention\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ely sipped her drink, forcing her gaze away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no matter how hard she tried to play it cool—lean back, stay professional, sip her overpriced hibiscus-infused sparkling water like she wasn’t internally combusting—her gaze kept drifting. To the smirk. The collarbone. The towel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods, the towel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath it, the chaos she had accidentally unleashed on this entire luxury rooftop like a half-naked financial scandal in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the restaurant, women were still pretending not to look while very clearly looking. From behind sunglasses. Through phone screens. Over the rims of oversized cocktail glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched one pretend to take a selfie while obviously angling toward Lux. Another held a menu vertically but had both eyes peeking around the side like she was about to negotiate his net worth with her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Lux?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm. Casual. Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even flinch when his system began pinging him like a volatile stock on live tracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[System Alert: New 10 glances. 3 photo attempts. 21 women are currently interested in you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[3 of them are experiencing moderate arousal after perceiving your ’Asset’ shadow silhouette.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Tuesday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Not even a record,’ he thought dryly, sipping his tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t comment out loud. Because really—what was the point? He was currently soaked, shirtless, wrapped in a towel, his hair half-drying in the sun, and clearly radiating \"ruin me\" energy to everyone within a fifty-meter radius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t even flirtation. This was fallout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Rather than that...’ Lux’s thoughts shifted, his internal voice calm. ’Give me a report on the four other clones.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[All four Lux-clones are stable. No further tracking detected following yesterday’s stream. Lord Vyrak’s defeat has temporarily silenced hostile factions. Reputation spike in Infernal Stock Forums. Estimated fear index among mid-tier demon houses increased 14%.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Good.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stream—yeah. It did something. The broadcast of him absolutely wrecking Lord Vyrak in front of tens of thousands? That wasn’t just drama. That was a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Any new threats? Bounties? Demons or Celestials eyeing my head again?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Negative. No new open bounties. The Underworld Bounty Index remains red, but stable. No celestial-sourced claims filed in the past 48 hours.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Fine. I’ll take the peace and quiet while it lasts.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his system wasn’t the only thing alerting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because right then, one of the staff returned, robes in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your items, Miss Vireleth. Sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ely reached for hers immediately. \"Thank you.\" She turned to Lux and held his out. \"Wear it. It should help. Less attention.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t argue this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for once, Ely was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose from his seat. One hand reached for the knot, fingers curling into the towel at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—he pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towel slipped free in one smooth motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like the rooftop air paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every conversation on the terrace hiccuped into oblivion. Even the faint background music seemed to dim. Glasses paused mid-sip. Forks froze halfway to mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just glancing—it was a full-body pivot. A collective, instinctive snap of attention. Like a predator had just entered the field of vision, and the prey had willingly chosen to stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phones subtly angled. Some not-so-subtly. A few bold souls actually gasped. One woman in a cherry-red bikini dropped her sunglasses with an audible clatter. Another whispered \"Oh my gods\" as her friend elbowed her hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every eye locked to the same focal point—his hips. Or more accurately, what lay beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were expecting scandal. Skin. Full exposure. Maybe even divine punishment in swimwear form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—he disappointed them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trunks still on. Wet, yes. Obscene? No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towel had absorbed most of the water. So the fabric didn’t cling again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The devastation on their faces was delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tied the robe loosely and sat back down, satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Better?\" he asked Ely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded. \"Much. Thank the gods. I thought someone was going to faint from thirst.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled, eyes lidded. \"I wouldn’t blame them. I am hydrating.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glared. \"You looked way too calm during that entire thing. Most people would’ve run off the moment half a restaurant tried to mentally undress them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux leaned in, voice lower. \"I’ve seen worse. I know how it feels when an entire realm has their eyes on you. Not here,\" he added. \"The Underworld.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ely snorted. \"You always talk about the underworld like it’s a place with lunch breaks and tax reports.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned wider. \"It is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could respond, the waiter returned—wheeling in a sleek black tray, their food steaming and picture-perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enjoy your meals,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux was ready to dig in. His steak looked amazing. Eggs perfectly soft. Everything protein-packed and dripping with temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tucked under the greens. Slightly damp, faintly perfumed, folded with dainty precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux raised an eyebrow. \"Huh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ely blinked. \"What is that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held it up, flicked it open with two fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It read, in handwritten cursive—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You looked hungry. Call me after dessert.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Cassandra. Table seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux didn’t even look up. Just sipped his tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ely’s mouth opened. \"Are you serious? Someone just... left you a flirt note in your steak?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a slow shrug. \"I mean, technically it was in the arugula.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at him. Then at the note. Then at table seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman there was stunning. Blonde. Diamond earrings. A long, slow smile as she lifted her glass and winked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ely’s jaw clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not calling her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux blinked. \"Oh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in, eyes glinting. \"Are you jealous, Miss Vireleth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face heated. \"No. I just don’t want to witness another lawsuit if someone tries to mount you in public.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed, full and rich. \"That’s a very specific image.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stabbed her fruit with more force than necessary. \"Just eat your damn protein.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lux chuckled as he set the note aside like a business card he’d already declined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And inside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, he felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That little flicker of warmth. The kind that didn’t come from tea or steak or system alerts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she was glaring at him like she wanted to strangle him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her heart?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was beating for him too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he wasn’t careful—he was going to start wanting that.\u003C\u002Fp>",1048,"2026-06-05T23:57:11.778Z",1,"novelbin.me","b33fa67fba7a49cd14f7871165395d160e1d77cc34605cbcd1ec7e7710ae20d5","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-273","harem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-chapter-271",878,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-startup-the-demon-billionaire-is-on-vacati-cover.jpg"]