Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 647 – Lawsuits are For Property Disputes

She was already unraveling.

Phone in hand. Frantic fingers tapping the screen. She called once. Twice. No answer. Her brows twisted into panic. Lip trembling. Her tan cheeks paled fast under the sun. She called again, and again it went to void.

Lux didn’t even need System Insight to guess what had happened.

Vincent had sensed trouble.

Of course he did. That slippery bastard probably had a whole instinct tree just for fleeing accountability. Ghosted the woman the moment she started showing signs of thinking. One-night stand. Quick pleasure. Identity theft. No consequences. But now? Her silence, her trembling fingers, the slow horror creeping across her expression?

She realized she’d been used.

Hard.

Lux leaned back against the edge of the pool. Arms spread out along the tile, his wet body gleaming under the late morning sun. The city skyline glimmered in the distance, heat waves blurring the outlines of towers like oil on water. The water lapped softly against his skin.

He wouldn’t send Corvus yet. Based on what she did, she only knew his number. That was all.

But... Lux knew she’d come to him. They always did.

And while she spiraled in private, the others watched.

He could feel it. The thick air. The weight of eyes. Curious. Hungry. Conflicted. Some of them had seen ”Lux” last week too. Parties. Clubs. Couches.

But now?

Now they were starting to realize. The version they met? Cheap.

This one?

The real one?

Expensive.

The imposter smiled to seduce. Touched too soon. Spoke too loud.

This Lux didn’t need a word. Didn’t even glance.

He existed and they reacted.

[Aura influence increased. Target pool: 22. Mental fluctuations detected in 16.]

Lux ignored it.

He didn’t need to move. Just rest there, abs on display, eyes half-lidded like a predator sunbathing between kills.

And, right on cue...

One of them made her move.

”You’re... Lux Vaelthorn, right?”

The voice was warm. Confident. Polished.

He turned his head lazily.

She was a MILF. Tall. Tan skin. A snow-haired elf with pointed ears and a toned swimmer’s body. Her white bikini looked painted on. Gold body chains dangled over her flat stomach like she wore wealth instead of jewelry.

Lux nodded. ”Yes. Just for your information... we’ve never met.”

She smiled. ”I figured. I heard what you said earlier. About someone borrowing your identity.”

She moved closer. Her legs dipped into the pool. She sat on the edge, ankle-deep, water beading on her skin.

”Last time I met the fake,” she admitted. ”No wonder he felt off.”

Lux raised an eyebrow. ”You slept with him?”

”Almost,” she said, tone edged. ”He ran his mouth too much. Tried too hard. I thought it was nerves. But now...” Her eyes raked down his torso, lingering at the trunk outline. ”Now I get it. That wasn’t nerves. That was... lack.”

She laughed quietly. ”This is what the real one looks like. No wonder she bragged.”

Lux blinked. ”She?”

And then came the others.

Two more women walked over, towel draped over one shoulder, skin glistening with coconut oil and charm boosted glow.

”I knew it,” one said. ”I knew he wasn’t really you. Too short-tempered.”

”Too fast,” the second added. ”No mystery. I thought maybe you just got sloppy.”

They sat around the pool now, forming a soft semi-circle. Like petals. Or sharks.

”She wouldn’t shut up about it,” the white-haired elf said, gesturing toward the earlier woman, who was now curled in a lounge chair, sunglasses on, phone clenched, shoulders tight with shame. ”Kept bragging about how she made you scream her name.”

”She looked so proud,” one of them muttered. ”Now? She looks like someone told her the diamonds were fake.”

Lux sighed and tilted his head back, eyes closed.

”I didn’t do any of it,” he said, letting the words hang in the air.

”We know,” the elf said.

”You sure?” he asked.

They didn’t answer immediately.

Then the brunette leaned forward. ”That man felt fake. Like... new money. New charm. But you?” She wet her lips. ”You feel... earned.”

He opened one eye.

She blushed but didn’t look away.

Another added, ”We didn’t come here for drama. We came for indulgence. Peace. Good bodies and expensive temptation.”

”Didn’t think you’d be the real thing,” the elf murmured. ”Now I kinda wish I had gone home with the fake. Then I could say I at least got the discount version before seeing the original.”

Lux smirked. ”Careful. Sounds like a compliment. Might be mistaken for interest.”

They all smiled.

The heat thickened. The scent of floral sunscreen and sweat mingled with desire. Water dripped from his hair. Down his neck. The veins on his arms pulsed softly beneath golden skin.

”You mad?” the elf asked.

He opened both eyes, calm and sharp. ”Do I look mad?”

She tilted her head. ”Actually... yeah. You look like you’re one wrong breath away from snapping someone’s neck.”

Lux didn’t deny it.

”And that’s hot,” she added, grinning. ”But also scary.”

He looked at them. Each of them. One by one.

Then finally said, voice low, ”If any of you see him again, my little shadow, tell him something.”

They leaned in.

Lux smiled slowly.

”Tell him the debt collector is coming.”

The women around him shifted, inhaling that answer like smoke, sweet, dark, intoxicating. The tone of his voice. The sharp edge of that smile. That wasn’t just confidence. It was a promise.

One of them, the brunette with the clingy emerald bikini and freckles like spilled cocoa across her collarbone, tilted her head with a curious smirk. ”Are you going to sue him?” she asked. ”Like... lawyer fight? Courtroom drama?”

Lux gave a soft, dark chuckle and rolled his neck back against the pool edge. Water clung to his skin in glittering rivulets.

”Him?” he scoffed. ”Nah. That’s too clean. Too long.”

”You’re rich, aren’t you?” the elf MILF teased.

”That’s not the point,” Lux said with a low grin. ”Lawsuits are for property disputes. This? This is personal. I prefer to take care of things myself.”