Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women-Chapter 174: Atlas Ad

Marianne huffed, crossing her arms. "Someone has to make sure you eat properly. If I left it to you, you'd survive off caffeine and bad decisions."

Ethan smirked, picking up his fork. "Accurate."

Vanessa eyed the meal hungrily before turning to Marianne with a pout. "I also worked hard today. Where's my three-course meal?"

Marianne shot her a deadpan stare. "You finished two sandwiches an hour ago."

Vanessa groaned, leaning back against the couch. "That was an hour ago. I'm a growing girl, Marianne!"

"You're growing sideways," Marianne retorted, making Vanessa gasp in mock horror.

Ethan snorted, cutting into his steak. The moment the meat hit his tongue, he sighed. "Damn, this is good."

"Of course, it is." Marianne sniffed, but there was a hint of pride in her voice.

Vanessa pouted. "Whatever. I'll just steal some of Ethan's then — "

Ethan raised his fork threateningly. "Try it and lose a hand."

Vanessa huffed, but she didn't actually make a move for his plate.

Instead, she leaned back against the couch and crossed her arms. "One of these days, I will steal your food, and you won't be able to stop me."

Ethan smirked, taking another bite. "We'll see about that."

Marianne watched them bicker for a moment before shaking her head. "I swear, sometimes you two act like siblings."

Vanessa grinned. "Nah, I'm the cool, fun one. Ethan's the grumpy one with money."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Nice to know that's my defining trait."

"Hey, at least I didn't call you old."

Ethan shot her a dry look but didn't respond. He was too busy savoring his food to entertain any more of her nonsense.

Marianne, satisfied that Ethan was actually eating properly, grabbed the empty juice boxes Vanessa had left lying around and muttered, "You're cleaning the rest of this mess later," before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Ethan sighed as he finished the last of his meal.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin and set his fork down, feeling full for the first time all day.

"Alright," he said, stretching his arms over his head. "I'm done. Now, I just need a drink to properly unwind."

Vanessa tossed him a can from the coffee table. "There — unwind away, old man."

Ethan caught it with one hand, giving her a dry look. "You really want to test your luck tonight, huh?"

Vanessa smirked. "What can I say? You're fun to mess with."

Ethan sighed but didn't argue. He cracked open the can and took a sip, letting the cold drink refresh him.

The two of them sat there for a while, watching the wrestling match in comfortable silence.

Occasionally, Vanessa would comment on a move, and Ethan would throw in a sarcastic remark just to annoy her.

The wrestling match ended with an explosive finish — a brutal suplex that sent the other wrestler crashing into the mat with a loud thud.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the victorious fighter stood tall, flexing his muscles and basking in the spotlight.

He struck several exaggerated poses, his gleaming biceps on full display while the referee raised his arm in victory.

Vanessa clapped in satisfaction, grinning. "That's exactly how you finish a fight! Clean, powerful, dominant."

Ethan, sprawled out on the couch, gave a tired shrug. "Looked more like showing off to me."

"You just have no appreciation for the art of wrestling."

"Art?" Ethan scoffed, picking up the remote. "Let's watch something else."

The moment he started flipping channels, Vanessa's eyes narrowed. "Wait — what are you putting on?"

Ethan smirked. "Football."

Vanessa groaned dramatically, throwing herself back against the couch. "Ugh, no way! Football is boring."

"That's because you have the attention span of a goldfish," Ethan retorted, ignoring her protests as he switched to a football match in progress.

The screen flickered, but before the game could load, an advertisement popped up.

At first, Ethan wasn't paying much attention — ads were just background noise. But then he heard a familiar voice.

"Hey there, this is Lucas Monroe — "

Vanessa blinked, sitting up. "Wait... that's the famous guide,"

Ethan sighed, rubbing his temple. "Yeah, that's him."

On the screen, Lucas Monroe — dressed in a sharp blazer — stood in front of a massive bookshelf, holding a book in one hand and gesturing with the other.

"For those of you looking to refine your business skills, I've written a comprehensive guide that breaks down investment strategies, market analysis, and the fundamentals of building a sustainable enterprise."

Vanessa whistled. "Damn, listen to him. 'Comprehensive guide', 'market analysis'. He sound like a rich snob."

Ethan gave her a side-eye. "He is a rich snob."

Vanessa laughed. "Fair enough."

The ad continued, shifting scenes.

Now, it showcased scenic drone shots of Atlas Resort — the luxurious beachfront, the high-end suites, and the elegant restaurants.

Guests were shown enjoying themselves, cocktails in hand, while a smooth voiceover played:

"And if you're looking for the perfect place to unwind, Atlas Resort offers a world-class experience. Whether you seek relaxation or adventure, we've got something for everyone."

Ethan sighed as the ad wrapped up, showing the resort's logo and website at the end.

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Vanessa cackled, thoroughly entertained.

Shaking his head, Ethan turned his attention back to the TV. The ad had finally ended, and now the football match was on. He leaned back, exhaling deeply.

He was happy that the ads were working, he only hoped for a more massive spike.

'Finally, something normal.'

The stadium lights were bright, the grass field pristine. Players jogged across the screen, warming up for what was about to be a heated game.

The commentators were already setting the scene, discussing player stats and team formations.

Vanessa, however, was already losing interest. She huffed. "Football is so slow."

Ethan smirked, taking a sip of his drink. "Not my fault you don't appreciate real sports."

"Oh please, real sports? These guys run around for like an hour and barely score."

"That's called strategy."

"That's called boring."

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "Tell you what — if this game ends in a 0-0 tie, I'll admit you were right."

Vanessa's eyes lit up with mischief. "And if it doesn't?"

"You have to sit through another match. No complaints."