Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the atmosphere in the private room immediately dropped to freezing point.

"President Harry, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!" The young man beside Samuel said with a cold expression, his voice filled with threat.

"Slap!"

A loud sound of a slap echoed through the room.

No one expected Samuel to directly slap the young man beside him. He coldly said, "Fuck, since when is it your turn to speak here?!"

After scolding, Samuel turned back as if nothing had happened, casually crossing his legs and pulling the beauty beside him closer. He picked up a cigar and tossed one to Harry, then put one in his own mouth and let the woman beside him light it.

"President Harry, I'm starting to like you more and more! Your temper matches mine! And your boldness and vision, I really admire them! I think we fucking can be good friends!"

What surprised everyone even more was that Samuel not only didn't get angry at all but also extended an olive branch to Harry.

"Sorry, President Samuel, I'm not really interested in male male stuff... I think we should forget it..." Harry deliberately said with an awkward seriousness.

As soon as Harry spoke, the previously tense atmosphere was shattered, and everyone couldn't help but laugh. Even Samuel burst into laughter.

"Fuck, you're really something! You suit my taste!"

"Fine, fine, if you don't want to sell your shares, I won't force you. This trip, let's just consider it as making a friend. As for my issues with Nancy, out of respect for you, I won't pursue it anymore. But don't bring the topic back to me in the future. If this escalates again and my dad steps in, even I won't be able to handle it."

Samuel smirked and cursed at Harry.

"Alright, President Samuel, I'll give you that face. Then let's consider the matter between you and Nancy settled." Harry nodded with a smile.

This outcome was quite satisfactory for Harry. Moreover, Samuel really didn't seem like someone with much scheming. He truly acted like a spoiled rich second generation brat.

And judging from his previous remarks on Twitter, his values were relatively normal, not like some rich second generation.

"Then let's eat! Eat!" Samuel clapped his hands, signaling his secretary behind him to bring out the food and drinks.

While waiting for the dishes, Samuel directly sat down next to Harry and asked in a mysterious, hushed tone, "President Harry, have you fucked Nancy yet? How is that woman? Was it good?"

"Your taste really isn't that great..." Harry was momentarily taken aback by Samuel's directness, feeling somewhat awkward.

After all, there were three women at the table...

"Fuck! That woman isn't pretty enough? I fucking love that type! If you don't like her, why not help me get her, huh?"

Samuel picked up his glass and clinked it with Harry's, whispering to him, "How about this woman of mine? Pretty, right? If you like her, I'll let her accompany you tonight!"

Samuel's unconventional suggestion once again shocked Harry. Harry took a closer look at the woman. She seemed to be the one often seen in photos with Samuel on Twitter, the one who had been with him the longest.

Harry had originally thought she was Samuel's true love, but he was so easily offering to share her?

"President Samuel, don't joke around. Isn't this your girlfriend?" Harry, hearing Samuel's constant cursing, also habitually cursed.

"What about a girlfriend? She's not my wife. Bitches like her are more fun when shared! I like your style. How about we play together tonight?!" Samuel took a sip of wine, growing even more excited.

"Your taste really isn't that great. I'm not interested." Although Harry was somewhat intrigued by the woman—after all, she had been with Samuel the longest, so there must be something special about her—he suspected Samuel was testing him, so he pretended to disdainfully refuse.

"Fuck, you've really hurt my pride today! You must not have fucked many women if you don't know how good a woman like her is!"

Samuel cursed indignantly, then suddenly said to the woman, "You! Come here! Keep my brother company! Make sure my brother is well taken care of!"

The woman awkwardly glanced at Harry, her face turning red. She actually stood up, swayed her slender waist, and sat down beside Harry, pressing her chest against him as she raised her glass.

"President Samuel, are you serious?" Feeling the woman's breasts rubbing against him, Harry could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. He looked at Samuel in shock.

"Fuck, of course I'm serious. When have I ever been fake? My girlfriend is toasting you. Are you not going to drink? If you won't give me face, at least give this beauty some respect?" Samuel smirked at Harry, excitedly downing a glass of red wine.

Observing Samuel's earnest demeanor, Harry couldn't help but feel that Samuel seemed genuinely serious about this matter, and moreover, appeared somewhat accustomed to such situations. Samuel's promiscuity was practically common knowledge, but Harry hadn't expected that Samuel also enjoyed sharing.

No wonder he specifically sought out internet celebrities and minor stars to play with. No proper wealthy heiress could possibly tolerate Samuel's bizarre preferences.

Originally, Harry hadn't been particularly interested in befriending a spoiled rich kid like Samuel. But now, Harry suddenly found himself intrigued.

The attitudes of wealthy individuals like Samuel couldn't be measured by conventional standards. The phrase "the rich really live differently" wasn't just empty talk—it was a reality, albeit one most people never encountered.

Wealthy people had access to countless women to play with. What kind of female internet celebrity, star, or goddess couldn't they have?

After indulging in proper beauties to the point of saturation, it was normal for them to pursue unique fetishes that ordinary people couldn't accept or participate in, just for the thrill.

In that light, becoming friends with Samuel might not be such a bad idea... However... Harry secretly glanced at Enes, who was quietly eating beside him, swallowed hard, and righteously declared to Samuel, "President Samuel, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in these things!"

Samuel, being clever, immediately recognized Harry's concerns. With a sly grin and a suggestive eyebrow raise, he cheerfully said, "President Harry, you really are a gentleman! Let's eat first, and after we're done, we can go sing together!"

"President Samuel, President Harry, if there's nothing else, I should head back to the company now..."

Enes, feeling increasingly out of place as Samuel and Harry's conversation grew more inappropriate, awkwardly stood up to excuse herself.

"Enes, wait, I came here in your car. If you leave now, how will I get back?" Harry quickly stood up, flustered, and pulled Enes back, addressing Samuel, "President Samuel, I'm really sorry, but I should take my leave as well."

"Hey!! Don't worry about not having a ride back! I'll personally drive you later!!" Samuel enthusiastically grabbed Harry's arm, laughing as if they were already close friends.

"President Harry, there's still a lot of work at the company. I've eaten enough. You should stay here and keep President Samuel company. I'll head back first. If you need a ride later, I can come pick you up." Enes replied reasonably.

Judging by Enes's expression, Harry didn't sense any anger or displeasure. On the contrary, she seemed entirely unfazed, as if this were completely normal.

"President Harry, since President Samuel isn't pursuing this matter further, it's a great thing for our company. Having a friend like President Samuel could expand your network and benefit the company's future development. You should make the sacrifice and stay here to build a rapport with him."

Enes whispered seriously into Harry's ear, reminding him.

Situations like this were commonplace in Enes's professional experience. Every business negotiation involved some degree of playacting.

Back when the company was just starting, their internet celebrities would often have to dine—and more—with Tiktok's executives just to secure trending spots.

Though she found such practices distasteful and would never engage in such transactional relationships herself, as a veteran of the business world, she saw nothing wrong with others doing so. In fact, she considered it par for the course.

Initially, she had worried that Harry might ask her to accompany Samuel for drinks, but to her surprise, Samuel had set his sights on Harry instead.

Now that she was off the hook, she was more than happy to make her exit. Given that Samuel currently had something to ask of Harry, it was only natural in Enes's eyes for him to use his companions to cozy up to Harry.

If Harry repeatedly refused to play along, Enes would have found it inappropriate. Samuel was a prominent figure in the industry with vast connections and, more importantly, the power of his family behind him.

Enes believed it was unwise to offend Samuel too much, especially when he was demonstrating such sincerity.

"Ah?" Harry glanced at Enes's expression, confirming she wasn't being sarcastic. Then, looking at the insistent Samuel, he finally "reluctantly" nodded and "grudgingly" agreed, "Alright then, Enes, you go ahead. I'll return to the company soon."

"Good, President Harry, thank you for your hard work!" Enes nodded sincerely at Harry, bid farewell to Samuel and the others, and swiftly left the private room.