Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women-Chapter 163: Security Personnel

The afternoon stretched on as Ethan continued marking the ground, the can of spray paint becoming more familiar in his hands with each pass.

At first, he was hesitant — his lines weren’t as clean, his movements still stiff — but with Riley’s guidance, he improved in real time.

"Steady," she reminded him, her voice patient but firm. "It’s not a race. Precision is more important than speed."

Ethan adjusted his grip and tried again, pressing down on the nozzle and moving in a slow, controlled motion.

The line he sprayed onto the dirt was smooth and even this time, a marked improvement from his earlier attempts.

Riley stepped back and gave an approving nod. "Now that is how you do it."

He smirked. "Told you I learn fast."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Alright, Mr. Businessman. Let’s see if you can keep it up."

They continued working side by side, marking section after section of the construction site.

Ethan’s movements became more natural with each attempt, and soon enough, he no longer needed Riley’s corrections — though she still gave him the occasional playful critique, at least that’s what he thought it was.

"You’re getting cocky," she teased when he managed to complete a perfect line on his first try.

He chuckled. "Can’t help it if I’m good at everything I do."

Riley scoffed. "Right, because spray painting dirt is so impressive."

"Hey," Ethan shrugged, "everything starts from somewhere."

As the hours passed, other workers started taking notice.

At first, they simply cast curious glances in Ethan’s direction. It wasn’t every day that the man bankrolling a project got down in the dirt with them.

Some whispered amongst themselves, watching him work with mild disbelief.

Even the foreman, a stocky man with years of experience in the industry, paused when he spotted Ethan crouched over another section of the site, marking a new guideline.

He crossed his arms, shaking his head with an amused grunt. It wasn’t everyday you saw someone like this.

"Well, I’ll be damned," he muttered to one of the workers beside him. "Didn’t peg him for the hands-on type."

The worker smirked. "Bet he’s just trying to impress the girl."

The foreman chuckled. "Maybe. But if it means we finish faster, I don’t care why he’s doing it."

And finish faster they did.

With Ethan helping, the work moved at a steady pace. The team was efficient, marking the ground precisely according to the blueprints.

Stakes were double-checked, lines were corrected when necessary, and by the time the sun started dipping toward the horizon, the task was nearly complete.

Riley let out a long breath as she stepped back to admire their progress. "Not bad for a day’s work."

Ethan wiped his hands on his jeans, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.

It had been a long time since he’d physically participated in something like this — most of his projects were managed from the comfort of his room or an office, handled through emails and meetings. But today, he had actually done something.

And he had to admit, it felt good.

The foreman approached, clapping his hands together. "Alright, that’s it for today. We’ll be bringing in the excavation team first thing tomorrow."

Ethan nodded, pulling out his phone and making a quick note of the schedule. "Everything on track?"

The foreman scratched his beard. "So far, yeah. We’ve got most of the groundwork sorted. When the excavation crew comes in, we’ll start digging out the foundation. Some of my guys will be here to oversee it, make sure everything lines up."

"Good," Ethan said. "I don’t want any delays."

The foreman chuckled. "No one does. But construction’s unpredictable. You should prepare yourself for a few headaches along the way."

Ethan smirked. "I’ll handle it."

The foreman nodded, then turned to his crew, dismissing them for the day.

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The workers packed up their tools, chatting amongst themselves as they stretched out sore muscles and prepared to leave.

As the last of the workers filtered out, a new group arrived — security personnel assigned to guard the materials overnight.

Ethan watched as they moved in, surveying the site with professional efficiency.

A few stood near the stacks of supplies, while others positioned themselves near the perimeter, their presence a quiet but firm deterrent against any would-be thieves.

Nobody needed construction materials missing overnight, and this team was trusted – the building company could even vouch for them, they had worked on several projects before after all.

Riley, who had been watching as well, gave a low whistle. "That’s some serious security."

Ethan shrugged. "It’s necessary."

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"Not expecting it," he admitted. "But I’d rather be prepared. This isn’t some small investment — losing materials would set us back, and I don’t have time for that."

Riley nodded, understanding the logic.

The sun was nearly set now, casting long shadows across the site. The air had cooled again, the warmth of the afternoon fading into the evening chill.

Ethan exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Guess that’s it for today."

Riley stretched her arms, then gave him a playful nudge. "So, are you gonna show up tomorrow and start operating the excavator too?"

Ethan chuckled. "I think I’ll leave that to the professionals."

"Good call," she said with a grin. "I don’t think the foreman would survive the heart attack."

They stood there for a moment, both watching as the security team settled into their posts.

The day had been long, but productive.

Ethan glanced at Riley, who was still looking out over the site, her expression thoughtful.

"You coming back tomorrow?" he asked.

She smirked. "Depends. You gonna buy lunch?"

He smirked back. "Maybe."

Riley laughed, shaking her head. "Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, boss."

Ethan watched as she turned and started walking toward the parking area. He stayed behind for a moment longer, looking out over the marked ground.

Seven months.

That’s how long it would take — assuming everything went right.

He clenched his fists slightly.

’It has to go right.’

With that final thought, he turned and left, heading into the night, greeting the guards on his way out.