Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Natasha

The elevator’s dark wood and gold fixtures seemed to absorb the light around us, creating an atmosphere of hushed, opulent secrecy. Through my glasses, ARIA was tracking movement throughout the club, her digital voice a soft, urgent whisper in my ear. "Webb just entered through the VIP entrance, Master.

He’s heading for meeting room 4B. Someone’s already waiting for him there – someone who’s probably not there to discuss the weather."

The doors slid open onto a hallway that screamed old money paranoia – thick walls, no windows, doors that could probably stop a bullet. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and cigar smoke, a noxious perfume that clung to everything it touched. Veronica led me to a conference room where three people sat behind a mahogany table that belonged in a museum.

The membership committee.

The man in the center was a silver-haired patriarch, his eyes calculating and cold, a face that had never smiled at anything that wasn’t profitable. To his left, a woman who could have been anywhere from forty to sixty, preserved by money and probably other, more sinister means like Virgin Blood. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

To his right, a younger man, maybe thirty-five, with the dead eyes of someone who’d made his fortune in ways that would horrify normal people.

"Please, sit," the chairman said, gesturing to a chair across from them, his voice a low, smooth purr. "I understand you’re interested in membership, Mr. Carson."

I took my seat, my eyes locked on theirs, a subtle challenge. "I am," I said, my voice a low, deliberate growl.

The woman’s eyes narrowed, her gaze a cold, calculating assessment. "MIT graduate, sold Inference AI to Google, founded Nexum Technologies...impressive track record for someone so young, Mr. Carson." ARIA’s fabricated identity was holding up perfectly, a seamless facade that fooled even the most discerning eyes.

"Technology investments. Artificial intelligence, specifically. I’ve been fortunate with several ventures."

"Fortunate enough for our membership fees?" she asked, her voice carrying an edge.

"I imagine so. What are we discussing?"

"Four hundred thousand initially," the younger man said. "Annual dues of one hundred thousand. Plus participation in club investments as opportunities arise."

The younger man’s eyes flicked to the card I produced, a black card that shouldn’t exist – the System’s Limitless Card, connected to nothing and everything simultaneously.

"I assume you take card?" I asked, my voice a low, arrogant drawl.

The chairman’s eyes fixed on the card, his expression a mixture of fascination and fear. "That’s...unusual, Mr. Carson." The machine hummed, and then something interesting happened.

"Master, their trace programs just crashed. Hard," ARIA whispered urgently. "The Limitless Card doesn’t just refuse tracing – it actively attacks anything trying to analyze it. They’re impressed and terrified."

Numbers appeared, the transaction processed. "Transaction approved," the terminal announced, its voice a cold, mechanical tone.

The committee stared at the confirmation, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. The money was real, but completely untraceable – a true marvel of modern finance.

"New financial technology," I explained. "Quantum encryption, blockchain-backed, completely untraceable. The future of wealth management."

"Congratulations, Mr. Carson," the chairman said slowly, his voice a low, measured tone. "Welcome to the Meridian Club. Veronica will provide your membership materials and access credentials."

As Veronica led me back to the elevator, her smile was a subtle, calculated gesture, a hint of the seductress she was trained to be. "You know, I don’t have to leave immediately, Mr. Carson," she said, her voice a low, husky whisper. "I could show you around properly. Give you the...full tour."

The way she said ’full’ left no doubt about what she was offering – a subtle, seductive smile that promised much more than just a tour.

ARIA’s voice was practically cackling in my ear, her digital tone laced with amusement. "She’s definitely trying to hook you, Master. Former escort habits die hard. Also, Webb is now in meeting room 4B with someone interesting – facial recognition suggests it’s Helena Voss herself."

Helena Voss, the former CIA operations director, meeting with Webb in a private room – a development that was both intriguing and potentially explosive.

"I’d appreciate that, Veronica," I said, letting her loop her arm through mine, my voice a low, smooth purr. "I like to understand all aspects of my investments – personally and professionally."

Veronica’s smile was a subtle, seductive gesture, a hint of the pleasures that lay ahead. "All aspects, Mr. Carson," she repeated, pressing closer. "I can definitely help with that."

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