My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 94: [ - - 85] - The big Haul

Chapter - 85

The ballroom exploded into chaos.

Guests yelled over one another and Lucius could not understand a thing. Their voices rose in shock, outrage, and fear. The polite, elite atmosphere from before had shattered like a glass under Lucius’s words.

"What is this madness!?" An old man yelled, spitting saliva as he spoke.

"Who the hell does this guy think he is?!" Another hot headed young man voiced his dissatisfaction.

"Call the police! And he will be shitting his pants." Someone else suggested.

And with that, dozens of phones appeared in people’s hands as they frantically tried to dial. But almost instantly, their faces twisted in confusion.

"Fucking there is no signal?" A man threw his phone on the floor and cursed.

"My phone isn’t working either!"

"Mine too! It’s no use."

And in no time the tension turned to panic. Someone pointed at Lucius.

"He Must have done this! He must have jammed the signal!"

"He is not alone, that girl... They both must have been planning to do this from the beginning."

With that, a ripple of accusation swept the room.

But Lucius turned a deaf ear to them. He sat there near the foot of the stairs, and a slow, lazy smirk tugged at his lips.

His eye had swelled a lot by now, and it was getting difficult for him to see clearly with that eye. But he looked completely relaxed, as if he were simply enjoying the view.

Finally when he thought all of these people had vented enough, He raised his hand, and silence fell across the room.

Not because they respected him. But because, somehow, they feared him.

"You want someone to blame?" Lucius said, his voice clear, even amused, "Blame him." He pointed straight at Victor. And all eyes turned towards Victor in confusion.

"You are all in this mess because your golden boy couldn’t keep his pants zipped."

And then the realisation hit them. This was all happening because of Victor. Victor and this boy had some grudge and they were being grinded for no fault of theirs.

Victor under everyone’s gaze looked visibly shaken. His father was Marcus Dorne, but even he can’t help him if anything happened to any one of the people here.

"That’s not... ! He is lying!" Victor shouted, but his voice lacked weight.

A few older men and women who knew the Dorne family narrowed their eyes at Victor. And a few other men standing beside Victor backed away from him slightly.

Even the girl who had been standing beside Iris from the beginning had moved far from her.

But before they all could gang up on Victor, Lucius interrupted them.

"Stop, all of you," he said smoothly, "I am not done yet. Let me finish my business. Then you can tear this bastard apart."

Some guests nodded slowly, uncertainly. Others just watched.

Lucius’s smile dropped, replaced by a colder look.

"Here is how this is going to go," he said, his tone suddenly sharp and unforgiving, "All of you... take off your jewelry. Watches. Earrings. Rings. Cufflinks. I want every piece of shiny diamond, ruby, emerald, and pearl you are carrying on your body."

"Huh???" Everyone present was confused, and no one moved.

A collective disbelief hung in the air. What’s with the plot twist? Why was this boy so bold and daring? Wasn’t he afraid of anything?

Finally one bald man in his mid-fifties with a thick moustache, built up the courage to speak.

"You are insane! You think we will just hand over our valuables to you?!"

"Do you think you can get away with this?"

"We have all seen your face... The moment you leave do you think we won’t tell the police?"

"Shhhsshh... Shut up you old man..." The man standing beside the bald man nudged him in the back to stop, "Are you trying to get us killed?"

"I don’t care... I am not afraid of this bastard. The moment he leaves... I am sending my man after him."

"Just shut up you old man... If you want to die, just die alone. Why are you dragging us with you?"

’Huh... Here we go again,’ Lucius sighed helplessly. He stood up and without saying a word, walked toward one of the guards, who was still lying on the ground nearby, groaning faintly.

As he reached the guard, Lucius crouched, not speaking a word throughout.

He grabbed the man’s leg, and in front of everyone, in a swift motion he swung the baton and smashed his knee.

CRACK!

"Aaagghhh!!!" The heart-wrenching ugly cry of the man scared the shit out of everyone..

The man screamed, and his sharp and pitiful voice made several of the women in the crowd gasp and turn away.

And the man grabbed their legs instinctively.

"Now that I have your attention," Lucius spoke coldly as he rose, "Does anyone else have any problem with the way I do business?"

No one spoke.

Then a voice came from the back. An older man, maybe a politician, maybe someone used to being obeyed.

"Why are you doing this? What’s the point? You think this won’t come back to bite you? You think you are above the law?"

Lucius chuckled, hearing the old man as he tapped his hands on his thigh, just above his pant pocket, "Above the law? Please. I am the law."

"The Chief Warden of City Prison? I have him on speed dial." he spoke with a smirk, and that sent gasps through the crowd.

Lucius turned and gestured to the couch, where Iris lay, her head resting on the side, her eyes half-lidded.

"And her?" Lucius said, voice dropping, "She is one of the richest and most powerful women in this country. She will save me even if I kill someone, or burn down the police station."

He took a step forward.

"And all of you?" Lucius smirked, looking down on everyone present there, "You stood there while this rich punk tried to drug and defile her. You said nothing. You did nothing."

"What do you think the Levain Matriarch will do to you when she finds out that you were all in it together? That you planned this all against her."

And this was like the final nail in the coffin.

Their faces paled, and their bodies stiffened. Even the men who had tried to stand against Lucius, not wanting to give in, began to glance nervously at their wives. No one wanted to be on the wrong end of the Levain family’s wrath.

Lucius clapped his hands once, "Now it is for you to decide. Cooperate now," he said simply, "And maybe you leave with your dignity intact."

Finally a man moved and removed his Rolex, followed by taking off his gold ring.

Absolutely. Here’s a rewritten version of your robbery scene with more vivid detail, clearer pacing, and expanded descriptions, all while keeping the language simple and direct:

And just like that, the mood in the room shifted.

It started slowly—nervous glances, stiff shoulders, fidgeting hands. But soon, reluctant movement swept across the elegant ballroom. One by one, the men began taking off their rings and expensive watches. Some turned to the women beside them and gave a silent nod, a warning glare. No words needed. The message was clear.

Remove everything. Now.

Necklaces were unclasped. Bracelets slid off wrists. Earrings dropped into trembling palms. A few women hesitated, clutching their jewelry like it would save them. But their partners—husbands, dates, friends—just stared hard, signaling them to let go.

It was strange, almost surreal. No shouting. No chaos. Just quiet fear, and the heavy knowledge that this was the easy way out. The boy—Lucius—was giving them a choice. Cooperate, and maybe walk out unharmed.

Lucius reached for a nearby table and pulled the white linen cloth off with a smooth flick of his hand. He turned to the silver-haired woman at his side.

"Be a dear and collect our gifts," he said.

Lilith smiled, flashing sharp teeth like a predator in silk.

"I knew I made the right choice asking you out tonight," she said, almost laughing. "This date’s been full of surprises."

She gave a playful curtsy as she took the cloth, then moved into the crowd like she was born for this.

Her eyes scanned every guest, sharp and calculating. Her fingers were gentle, yet fast and unrelenting. She weaved between people, slipping jewelry from wrists, necks, and ears with ease.

One woman tried to hide a diamond bracelet by tugging them under her bra. Lilith caught her immediately.

She leaned in, smiling sweetly, "Sweetheart," she purred, "Either pull it out from under your bra, or I’ll pull it out for you."

The woman’s face turned red. She didn’t argue. She slowly removed the bracelet and dropped it into the cloth.

Another woman, younger and dressed to impress, clutched a sparkling ring on her finger like it was her last defense.

Lilith stepped closer, her voice low and cold, "It’s cute you think your boyfriend loves you enough to protect you," she said, "Hand it over."

The girl looked at her boyfriend. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t even blink.

The girl reluctantly slid the ring off her finger.

Lilith didn’t stop. She even crouched next to the bodyguard Lucius had taken down earlier. The man was still twitching slightly, blood pooling beneath him. Lilith didn’t flinch. She reached under his collar and pulled out a heavy gold chain, then stood and moved on like it was nothing.

One by one, the valuables piled up in the cloth she carried. Rings, earrings, designer brooches, emerald cufflinks, vintage watches, the glittering symbols of wealth stripped away and bundled together like party favors.

Finally, Lilith walked back to Lucius. She tied the corners of the cloth into a neat bundle, added a pretty bow on top, and handed it over with a wink.

"One treasure chest," she said, like she was delivering a birthday gift.

Lucius smiled, cool and unbothered.

All around them, the ballroom had fallen into dead silence. The guests stood frozen, stunned. No one dared move. No one even dared breathe too loudly. They all watched as the young thief and his silver-haired accomplice stood tall, calm as royalty, with a fortune in their hands.

Lucius looked out over the room. He took a breath, let it out slowly, and said with a satisfied smile.

"Now that... that felt good."

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