Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 600 Degree

That night, Thomas didnʼt settle and couldnʼt sleep until very late, as he continued his study of Rossʼs women.

He made notes—times of day they were alone, places they visited without Ross, names of friends who could be turned or watched. Patterns. Vulnerabilities. Entry points.

Charm one. Distract another. Befriend the quiet one. Seduce the boldest.

It was all strategy. All manipulation.

But as his fingers moved over the keyboard, as he compiled a plan so intricate it could pass as poetry, there was a brief pause in Thomasʼs heart. A flicker.

A memory. A time when he wasnʼt a weapon—just a man who wanted to love and be loved.

That time was long gone.

He shut the thought down and opened the secure communication channel on his device.

MESSAGE TO HQ – ENCRYPTED

Target research complete. Entry strategy underway. Proceeding with soft contact phase.

—Casanova

He closed the laptop with a quiet click and let the silence of the room wrap around him once more.

Tomorrow, he would begin. And one of Ross Oakleyʼs precious women would be the first to meet him.

But which one?

He smiled to himself.

”Letʼs see whoʼs the easiest to fall,” he whispered.

***

One week later, Thomas was finally ready to set his plan into motion.

After days of careful observation and strategic planning, heʼd studied Rossʼs women in depth.

He didnʼt go near the wives who already had children—there were four of them now: Althea, Mari, Stephany, and Penny.

All four had given birth within the past few years, and Thomas knew Ross was more possessive of them than ever and vice versa.

They were, in his eyes, marked and untouchable—for now. Thomas wasnʼt reckless.

He was calculating.

He understood that the key to dismantling a man like Ross wasnʼt brute force, but precision.

So instead, Thomas turned his attention to someone different. Someone who had a past.

A woman with a history of infidelity, one who had once strayed in a moment of weakness—and Ross had snatched her up early, long before he became the larger-than-life figure he was now.

She wasnʼt just a pretty face—she had power, status, and perhaps... lingering temptation.

Dressed in a sharp, charcoal-gray business suit that hugged his massive frame, Thomas looked every bit the part of a corporate alpha.

His suit was tailored to perfection, the lines crisp, the fabric expensive.

His tie was blood-red—a subtle message, a silent threat.

He adjusted the cufflinks on his sleeves as he strode confidently into the grand lobby of the skyscraper, his polished leather shoes tapping rhythmically against the marble floor.

The building itself screamed wealth and power.

Sleek glass walls, minimalist decor, and a quiet hum of professionalism hung in the air like perfume.

Without a word, Thomas approached the elevator and pressed the button.

He didnʼt need to ask for directions. He already knew exactly where he was going.

As the elevator rose higher and higher, the numbers ticking up on the digital display, Thomas took a moment to smooth down his lapels and glance at his reflection in the mirror-like surface of the elevator doors.

Piercing blue eyes stared back at him—cold, calculating, and dangerously charismatic.

His jawline was sharp, his features symmetrical, almost too perfect.

At six foot five, Thomas was a towering figure of raw, masculine power.

Even in a business suit, his muscles were impossible to miss.

He was a man built like a soldier, but dressed like a CEO. Intimidating. Seductive. Deadly.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing a tastefully decorated hallway lined with frosted glass offices and elegant lighting.

Thomas stepped out, his heavy footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting beneath him.

Heads turned as he walked past—mostly women—each one caught off guard by his commanding presence.

Conversations slowed, eyes widened, and for a split second, the whole floor seemed to pause.

He arrived at his destination—a large double-door office with a silver plaque that read Ivory Fashion and Accessories. Before he could even say anything, one of the secretaries stood up abruptly and approached him showing competence and training.

”Mr. Jones?” she asked, slightly breathless. ”Mrs. Oakley is expecting you. Please follow me.”

She tried to maintain a professional tone, but her eyes betrayed her.

They flicked up and down his frame, lingering far too long on his broad chest, his powerful arms, the confident set of his shoulders.

She tried to hide the way her cheeks flushed, the way her breathing subtly quickened.

But Thomas noticed. He always noticed.

”Thank you,” he said smoothly, his voice deep and velvety, like silk wrapped in thunder.

The woman nearly stumbled on her heels.

It wasnʼt just his looks—it was the way he carried himself, the way his voice wrapped around you like a loverʼs touch.

Every word he spoke felt like it was meant for you and you alone. It was overwhelming, disarming.

Dangerous.

As she led him through the office, past a row of glass-walled conference rooms and elegantly dressed staff, more eyes followed.

Murmurs spread behind cupped hands. Who was this man? What did he want with Mrs. Oakley?

Thomas didnʼt care. Let them stare. Let them wonder.

He had come here for a reason.

And behind the next door… was the first piece of Ross Oakleyʼs empire he planned to destroy.

Thomas stepped into the office, and the doors behind him shut with a quiet, almost reverent click.

The sound echoed faintly in the quiet room, sealing him inside a space that exuded quiet power and grace.

At first glance, the room was elegant—tastefully furnished with dark woods and warm earth tones, the walls lined with framed degrees and minimalist art.

A large window behind the desk flooded the space with golden afternoon light, casting soft shadows across the floor.

But Thomas wasnʼt paying attention to any of that.

What hit him first wasnʼt the sight of the woman sitting at the desk, though she was undeniably beautiful, her head bowed as she focused on a stack of papers.

No—what struck him was the scent.