Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 890: Chapter 890 Color

The year 2044 arrived, marking yet another Chapter of overwhelming success for Ross and his family.

His career, his empire, and his influence had only grown with time.

No longer just a sports icon or a movie star, Ross had become an untouchable global figure whose name commanded respect everywhere it was spoken.

Yet among all his achievements, perhaps the one he held closest to his heart was the Oakley Supermarket chain—a global powerhouse with branches spread across every continent.

It was more than a business; it was a legacy that bore his family’s name.

As the year pushed on, December carried with it a special significance.

Ross was turning thirty-nine, a milestone that should have shown the wear and tear of time.

Yet, remarkably, he appeared unchanged.

His features were sharp, his skin flawless, his body still carrying the strength and vitality of a man in his prime.

At a glance, one would swear he was no older than twenty-five.

His wives shared in this miracle as well, each of them glowing with a timeless beauty that made them look more like goddesses than mortal women.

People noticed—of course they did. In fact, they whispered about it in every corner of the world.

But nobody dared question it.

To most, it was simply divine justice, karma rewarding Ross Oakley for everything he had done.

His wealth had fed nations, his businesses employed millions, his influence had reshaped industries.

Why wouldn’t fate bless such a man with eternal youth?

”Happy birthday, boss!” The voices rose in unison as Ross stepped into the grand ballroom of one of his luxury hotels.

The sight that greeted him was breathtaking.

A massive banner stretched across the room, golden letters glittering under the chandelier lights.

Hundreds of his managers, directors, and executives—representatives from every corner of the world—had gathered to celebrate him.

Confetti rained from above, and the sound of applause echoed against the high ceilings.

Tables were arranged with the finest food and wine from across the globe, a testament to the reach of Ross’s empire.

There were cakes, tall and extravagant, decorated with miniature golden basketballs and film reels, symbols of the two industries where he had once ruled supreme.

Ross smiled, raising a hand in acknowledgment.

He was not a man easily surprised, but even he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as his people shouted his name.

At the front of the crowd, a pair of beautiful women stepped forward, radiant in matching silver gowns that shimmered like moonlight.

Another woman, graceful as the two, followed behind them, her presence commanding yet warm.

Each of these women took a turn embracing him, kissing him softly before presenting him with their own gifts—personal tokens of appreciation rather than symbols of wealth, for what could they give to a man who already owned the world?

These 3 beautiful managers really did well for him and his empire.

”Ross,” the first woman whispered against his ear as she hugged him, ”thirty-nine looks far too good on you.”

The managers cheered again, glasses of champagne raised high.

One of the senior directors, a man who had worked with Ross since the very beginning, stepped forward with a microphone.

”Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, ”we stand here not only to celebrate our chairman’s birthday, but to honor the vision that brought us all together. Ross Oakley is more than a boss—he is the reason why Oakley Supermarkets became a global name, why millions are fed, and why we all stand proud today.”

The hall erupted into applause once more, the sound rolling like thunder.

Ross took the microphone when it was handed to him.

He stood tall, his presence radiating the confidence of a man born to lead.

He let the applause fade before speaking, his deep voice carrying to every corner of the ballroom.

”I thank you,” he began simply, his eyes scanning the sea of faces before him. ”Thirty-nine years... yet I feel as if life is just beginning. Not because of what I have achieved, but because of all of you who stand with me. This empire, this family we’ve built—it is not mine alone. It belongs to every single one of you.”

The crowd fell silent, hanging on his every word. His charisma was magnetic, his sincerity undeniable.

”And as long as I live,” Ross continued, ”I will see to it that none of you, nor your families, ever go hungry. That is my promise. That is my legacy.”

The room shook with applause, managers rising to their feet in a standing ovation.

His wives looked on with pride, their eyes shimmering with affection.

Ross raised his glass, smiling faintly. ”To the Oakley family,” he declared.

”To the Oakley family!” the hall roared in reply.

And so, the celebration continued late into the night, with laughter, music, and stories flowing freely.

Yet beneath it all, one truth became clearer than ever—Ross Oakley was no longer just a man.

He was a legend, a timeless figure whose story had only just begun to defy the very limits of mortality.

Drinks and food flowed in endless supply, the abundance befitting a man of Ross’s stature.

Platters of delicacies from every corner of the globe lined the tables, and golden bottles of champagne were popped one after another, their fizz and sparkle fueling the night’s excitement.

Laughter echoed through the grand hall, glasses clinked in endless toasts, and the atmosphere was alive with energy, as though nothing in the world could disturb the celebration.

But parties of such scale were never without risk.

When the stakes were so high, when the guest list included not just friends but rivals, opportunists, and watchers from afar, the unexpected often lurked in the background, waiting for its chance.

A careless word spoken in drunkenness, a hidden hand pulling strings, or a single revelation could be enough to turn someone’s life upside down.

Ross himself knew this truth better than anyone.

To the world he smiled, laughed, and played the perfect host, but his eyes—keen and watchful—never stopped scanning the crowd.

Because in gatherings like these, where fortune and power were on display, danger was always the uninvited guest.

Or perhaps a happy surprise.