Harem Roleplay System: I Was Added to a Magic Chat Group of Beauties!-Chapter 4: Big Figures

Hart Global Corporation – Main Entrance

The sleek, pitch-black Cadillac Escalade came to a slow, controlled stop in front of the massive building that was Hart Global Corporation.

The engine purred like a beast at rest, and the tinted windows reflected the towering skyscrapers around it.

Inside, James Kang remained where he was, flipping through the documents in his hands with an idle, uninterested expression. His blue eyes skimmed over financial reports and company portfolios, flicking through the information as if it were nothing more than a dull playlist.

Beside him, Allison Becker stole one last look at him as her green vixen eyes searched his face for the slightest hint of care.

But no—he was completely engrossed in his work.

She sighed.

"Well, I'll be heading down now..."

She murmured as she elegantly smoothened out the few wrinkles in her blouse.

"I have to make a quick stop with one of Golden Group's smaller business partners in this district."

James didn't even glance up.

His response was a lazy, uninterested—

"Mhm."

Allison pursed her lips.

She reached up, tucking a few strands of her long, silky hair behind her ear, then leaned slightly towards him. Her voice carried a teasing lilt, but there was an familiar edge beneath it.

"I hope you'll act like a good boy today, James. Even if Golden Group managed to get you on the HGC executive board, you shouldn't do anything that'll make its board of directors see you as incompe—"

A loud, deliberate suck echoed in the car as James popped his lollipop out of his mouth.

He did this just to cut her off. And it worked.

Allison blinked.

James casually arranged the documents in his hands, then finally met her gaze.

His blue eyes were calm—too calm.

A slow, almost lazy smirk tugged at his lips.

"I really hope the word you were about to use wasn't... incompetent, hm?"

A slow chuckle left Allison's lips.

She shook her head, amused.

"Do whatever you want."

She stepped out of the SUV.

"Just don't screw the entire company over."

James yawned, then stretched slightly.

His voice was drowsy, indifferent.

"Sure, whatever..."

The door shut with a soft thud, sealing him back inside.

Meanwhile...

Inside the Escalade, Alfred pulled out his phone and made a quick call. His voice was calm, but firm.

"Security Manager? Director Kang is about to make his way into the building. All necessary precautions should be taken."

He didn't wait for a response. Click.

James blinked.

He looked up from his documents, frowning slightly.

"Wait... what the hell do you mean by 'all necessary precautions'?"

Alfred cleared his throat, adjusting his tie slightly.

"Aesthetics, Master James."

James deadpanned.

"Oh, fuck you."

Alfred merely smiled, a rare thing, as he revved up the mighty SUV's engine and drove into the parking building of the massive company area.

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Inside the Surveillance Room.

In a dark room packed with monitors, an overweight, scruffy man in a black suit slammed his phone down.

For some reason, his face was pale.

He was Ned Figgins.

Security Manager of Hart Global Corporation.

And he had just received a terrifying call from Alfred.

His chair screeched as he stumbled to his feet, eyes darting around wildly.

Then—

He panicked.

"E—EMERGENCY!" he shouted with a cracking voice.

Instantly, the entire security team jumped from their seats.

Monitors flickered. Radios crackled.

"Emergency! Emergency!!"

The guards repeated with the same panic, adjusting their suits, straightening their ties.

Some were sweating.

Others were already whispering hurried prayers.

Then—the alarm struck.

A loud, blaring siren covered the building.

In the parking building.

Junior and senior workers were scrambling to move their cars up to higher floors—far, far away from the bottom and medium floors.

Some sped off, others were stuck in traffic jams inside the parking lot, shouting at each other.

"Move faster!"

"MOVE QUICKLY! DO YOU WANT TO DIE—?!"

"NO──DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE?!"

In the main working areas, the intercom crackled to life.

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A formal voice rang through every floor.

"Attention, workers. Director Kang is arriving."

Then—

Silence.

Not a single soul was left in the hallways.

Not a single employee remained in sight.

Desks were abandoned.

Computers were left running.

Coffee cups spilled over keyboards, but no one — truly no one — dared stay behind.

The entire office building had been evacuated in less than thirty seconds.

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Back in the SUV

James looked out the tinted window, watching the mass exodus of employees with a blank stare.

Then he turned to Alfred. A slow blink.

"... The fuck am I? A nuclear warhead?"

Ever the professional, Alfred kept his eyes on the road.

"Merely... precautions, Master James."

James exhaled sharply, pressing his fingers to his temple.

"Jesus Christ..."

Alfred pulled the Escalade into the reserved executive parking, then brought it to a smooth stop.

"Welcome to Hart Global Corporation, sir."

James sighed.

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North District – Hart Global Corp

Wind lashed against Ada's cheeks as she pedaled harder while her thighs burned with effort.

The streets of the North District blurred past her — wide, pristine, and shimmering under the morning sun.

The clean air felt almost unnatural compared to the smog-ridden haze of the South.

Luxury cars purred beside her, but they crawled at a snail's pace in the morning traffic.

Meanwhile, Ada cut through like a bullet, weaving between halted vehicles, her breath ragged.

Her heart pounded for two reasons.

One—she was late. Two—this place was insane.

Glass towers loomed above, their mirrored surfaces reflecting the sky like gateways to another world. High-end boutiques, polished sidewalks, and meticulously maintained gardens—it was as if she had stepped into a different universe.

And the people?

Draped in wealth, their suits immaculate, their faces blank yet subtly disdainful.

She caught their stares — quick glances, up-and-down assessments, lips curling ever so slightly.

A woman clutching a designer purse stepped away as Ada whizzed past, as if expecting dirt to fling off her sneakers... or maybe she just thought Ada was a purse snatcher.

A man in an expensive overcoat muttered something to his friend, side-eyeing her wild hair and basic attire.

Ada ignored them. Mostly.

"Oooh shit, I'm so late!"

She wheezed, then pushed herself harder.

She zipped past a line of stalled cars.

The drivers gaped as the girl on the rusty bicycle outpaced their six-figure vehicles.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she skidded to a stop before the towering Hart Global Corp building.

Ada leaned back and her dainty hands clutched her knees as she gasped for air. Sweat trickled down her forehead while her damp hair clung to her skin.

And then she looked up.

"Whoa..."

The skyscraper stretched so high it made her dizzy just staring at it. It was an empire of power that stood as the definition of everything the rich had that the poor didn't.

Her chest rose and fell as she stared at the huge structure.

Then, her eyes darted to the cardboard box strapped to the back of her bicycle.

She placed a hand over her heart, then exhaled.

"Don't worry... it'll all be fine."

A deep breath. Then another.

Ada straightened up, she seemed alright—until she scanned the area and realized something horrifying.

Not a single bicycle rack in sight.

Her eye twitched.

"Oh, come on! Fuck this──!"

What, were they trying to tell her that not a single person in this rich-ass district rode a bike?

"Not even for aesthetics──?!"

Frustrated, she kicked a stray pebble, then stomped over to a lamppost and locked her bike in place. Dusting off her worn-out sneakers, she hoisted the box under her arm and strode toward the building's entrance.

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The moment Ada stepped inside, she felt it.

The air was different.

Crisp. Cool. Expensive.

The grand hall was nothing like she'd imagined.

High ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers, marble floors so polished they mirrored the countless figures walking across them. Businessmen in tailored suits, women in silk blouses and diamond-studded watches—everyone dripped with wealth.

The event hall loomed ahead, a massive stage set before a crowd of entrepreneurs—young, ambitious minds, dressed in either thrift store bargains or barely-passable business attire.

Clearly and thankfully, she wasn't the only one who couldn't afford to look rich.

Ada's lips parted slightly as she took it all in.

"Wow..."

She barely noticed the security guard until he cleared his throat.

"Young lady."

Ada blinked up at him.

The man, broad-shouldered and expressionless, looked down at her like she was some stray cat that wandered in.

"Were you invited?"

His gaze swept over her, then lingered on her sneakers and simple attire.

Ada perked up.

"YES!"

She lifted her lanyard and flashed the golden invitation card hanging from her neck.

"I'm one of the you—"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

He waved a dismissive hand and turned away.

Ada frowned.

Rude.

Shaking it off, she made her way toward the section for young entrepreneurs and dropped lazily into an empty seat with an exhausted—

"Ooof..."

The lights dimmed.

Silence blanketed the hall.

Then—

A figure stepped onto the stage.

It was a very stunning lady──Vivian Hughes.

The moment she appeared, the full room shifted.

Porcelain skin.

Lustrous brown hair cascading in soft waves.

Hazel eyes too mesmerizing to be real.

She wore a crisp white blouse tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt, every inch of her screamed luxury. The jewelry on her wrists alone could probably buy an entire apartment building in South District.

The air changed with her presence.

A murmur rippled through the hall.

From the rich businessmen? A different kind of murmur.

"Wow, that's really Hughes' daughter..."

"God, she's too attractive... I'm feeling things, man."

"Way out of our league. Out of our age range, too..."

"I swear, if I get her a Lamborghini for her birthday, I'll at least get a date, right?"

"Hah! As if that'd make a billionaire's daughter spread her legs. Her dad could buy her dozens of those. You think any man is even worthy of her?"

Ada wrinkled her nose.

"Okay, that's too much..."

Tuning them out, she focused on Vivian, who stepped up to the podium.

The microphone hummed softly as she cleared her throat.

The faintest smile graced her lips.

But that was enough to make numerous men lick their lips with a hungry face.

"Good day, everyone."

Her voice was smooth, confident.

By now, the restless whispers had died down.

"My name is Vivian Hughes, and I'm one of the leading figures responsible for bringing this CSR event to life. As expected, I will also be overseeing today's screening."

She observed the sea of eager faces before her.

"First and foremost, as one of the few individuals who worked tirelessly to make this event a reality, I am deeply honored. Not only to have gathered such a distinguished audience but to also stand among so many competent entrepreneurs with promising futures ahead of them."

A bright smile appeared on her red-painted lips.

Her smile was polished and professional yet warm enough to make her words feel genuine.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Some of the younger entrepreneurs straightened up in their seats, clinging onto the moment—an indirect recognition of their potential from someone as high up as Vivian Hughes.

And then, with a subtle tilt of her head, she shifted gears.

"Now then... I have an exciting announcement to make."

The energy in the room instantly turned to tension.

"Today, we are fortunate to be joined by one of the CEOs of Hart Global Corporation."

That did it. A collective inhale from the crowd.

Vivian's smile widened as she leaned slightly toward the microphone.

"He is not only an executive but also the man who will be judging this competition. And at the end of the day, he will personally select one among you to receive a special space in one of Hart Tech's many factories, as well as a starting fund of two hundred thousand dollars—"

A few gasps. A low whistle from someone in the back.

"— in addition to backing from other major sponsors."

The anticipation thickened. Some sat up straighter, others exchanged hushed, excited murmurs.

Vivian let the tension linger for just a second longer before her lips curved into an even brighter smile.

"So, everyone, please join me in giving a warm round of applause as we welcome..."

A deliberate pause.

"Gabriel Hart."

A wave of applause crashed through the hall.

Vivian turned her head slightly as her eyes found the young man seated at the forefront of the orchestra.

Gabriel Hart rose to his feet.

Short, slicked-back blonde hair.

Calm blue eyes, just as striking as James's, yet carrying a different weight—proud yet composed.

His silver suit glowed under the light.

With measured grace, he walked toward the stage.

As he walked past Vivian, their eyes met.

A small, knowing smile was exchanged between them.

Vivian stepped away from the podium.

Gabriel stepped toward it.

The applause began to settle.

Then—

Clap. Clap. Clap.

It came from the uppermost section of the auditorium.

It wasn't celebratory.

It was slow. Intentional. Mocking.

A moment of silence followed as heads turned and necks craned to locate the source.

Now standing behind the podium, Gabriel stilled.

His fingers flexed slightly before curling around the edges.

And then he saw him.

James Kang.

Perched in the exclusive balcony seating, legs crossed, posture relaxed. One arm draped over the chair beside him as the other lazily clapped.

It wasn't even a clap—he just slapped his palm against one of his laps with zero effort.

Seated beside him, Alfred stood quietly, hands folded and his face blank but clearly tired.

The entire hall had shifted focus.

James merely chuckled.

"Oh, don't mind me."

His voice was very casual. He waved a hand.

"Please, go on."

The tension in the air sharpened.

Gabriel's smile twitched—so subtly that most wouldn't have noticed.

Most.

Stepping offstage, Vivian did notice.

James' eyes flickered toward her for a fleeting moment as his smirk deepened ever so slightly.

Gabriel exhaled softly through his nose as he regained control of the moment.

『Brother...』

Then, with the same composed grace, he turned his attention back to the crowd.

"As I was saying..."

And just like that, he continued.