Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women

Up in the stands, Ethan's relaxed demeanor vanished.

His hands clenched around his popcorn bucket as he watched the blue car try to ram into Vanessa.

"That guy's reckless," one of the middle-aged ladies beside him gasped.

The other shook her head. "No, no. He's not reckless — he's dangerous."

Ethan's jaw tensed.

Back on the track, Vanessa was furious.

Not scared — angry.

She had dealt with aggressive racers before, but this guy? He wasn't even trying to win. He was just here to ruin her race.

Well, he could try.

But she wasn't going down without a fight.

She took the next turn at full throttle, forcing her car to the absolute limit. The blue car tried to cut in, but she was too fast.

For a brief second, she thought she had finally shaken him.

But then —

BAM!

Her entire car shuddered as the blue car clipped her rear bumper.

Vanessa gritted her teeth.

This bastard.

The announcer was practically shouting.

"That was blatant! Where are the officials?! Someone get that reckless driver off the track!"

But the officials weren't reacting fast enough, and the blue car was still there.

Vanessa didn't have time to wait for them.

She had to handle this herself.

She took the next stretch strategically, feigning like she was going to stay on the outer lane before cutting in hard.

The blue car reacted too slow and overshot, losing a second of speed.

That was all Vanessa needed.

She floored it, pushing ahead.

But just as she was about to secure her lead —

He tried it again.

This time, he fully committed to a crash.

Vanessa saw him coming in the mirror, and at the last second —

She braked.

The blue car whizzed past her, completely missing his mark.

For a split second, she saw his panicked face through his windshield.

He had lost control.

The blue car swerved violently, trying to recover, but it was too late.

He spun out, the back of his car slamming into the barriers before coming to a dead stop.

The crowd erupted.

The announcer sounded relieved.

"And he's out! That's what happens when you play dirty!"

Vanessa exhaled.

She wasn't out of the woods yet.

The finish line was still ahead.

With no more threats in sight, she did what she did best —

She raced.

"AND SHE WINS IT! THE FERRARI DRIVER TAKES FIRST PLACE AFTER A WILD FINAL LAP! WHAT A RACE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

The crowd was on their feet.

But Vanessa?

She just took a deep breath and grinned.

Another victory.

The moment Vanessa stepped out of the car, she was swarmed.

It started with a few murmurs, hushed whispers traveling between onlookers.

Then, before she knew it, people were approaching, cameras flashing, voices rising with excitement.

"Wait — is that Vanessa? Vanessa, the Grand Prix winner?!"

"Holy crap, it is her!"

She barely had time to process before fans were asking for pictures, some holding out their phones with eager expressions.

Despite the thin layer of sweat still clinging to her skin, she smiled for them.

The rush of the race still thrummed in her veins, and she let herself enjoy the moment — posing with fans, shaking hands, and even signing a few autographs.

Meanwhile, Ethan stood off to the side, hands casually tucked into his pockets, watching the scene unfold.

He had expected her to draw attention — Vanessa wasn't just some random racer; she was the Vanessa, a champion known across the racing world.

After a few more pictures, she finally slipped away from the crowd and spotted Ethan standing near the man he had rented the Ferrari from earlier.

She walked up just in time to see them shaking hands. The rental owner, a middle-aged guy with sharp eyes and a knowing grin, patted Ethan on the back before climbing into the car and driving off.

As the roar of the engine faded into the night, Vanessa reached for Ethan's hand, lacing her fingers with his.

For a moment, they stood there, watching as the race authorities surrounded the reckless driver who had tried to crash into her.

His face was set in frustration as he argued, but there was no escaping the consequences now.

Vanessa barely spared him a glance.

He wasn't worth her time.

Ethan, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to say something — maybe throw in a sarcastic remark about karma — but instead, he just gave her hand a small squeeze and led her away from the scene.

Ethan guided her through the racing complex until they reached a private restroom tucked away from the crowds.

"Here," he said, pushing open the door. "Clean up a little."

Vanessa stepped inside and immediately went to the sink, twisting the faucet and letting the cool water run over her hands.

She splashed some on her face, the refreshing chill cutting through the heat of the race.

Reaching for a nearby towel, she dabbed at her skin, inhaling deeply as the adrenaline slowly began to fade.

Behind her, Ethan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her.

She met his gaze through the mirror.

"You looked good out there," he said.

She scoffed lightly. "Yeah? You mean aside from the part where I nearly got wrecked?"

Ethan tilted his head, pretending to think. "Nah, including that part. You handled it well."

Vanessa smirked, shaking her head. "You have a weird way of giving compliments."

Ethan shrugged. "You like them."

She rolled her eyes but didn't deny it.

The towel was still pressed to her face when she suddenly felt Ethan step closer.

She lowered it slightly, looking up at him.

His expression had shifted — still relaxed, but with something deeper in his eyes, something unreadable yet intense.

The air between them changed, subtly but unmistakably.

Vanessa swallowed.

'Oh.'

Her fingers tightened around the towel.

Then, before she could overthink it —

She kissed him.

At first, it was slow.

A tentative press of lips, soft and lingering. But then Ethan responded, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer, and suddenly it wasn't slow at all.

It was heated. Messy. Desperate.

Vanessa barely registered when the towel slipped from her grip, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

All she knew was the way Ethan's fingers dug into her hips, the way he tilted her head just right, deepening the kiss until she could hardly breathe.