Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405: The AMG ONE Gift

The silence in the dealership was no longer a pause; it was a vacuum. The world outside the glass walls ceased to exist. The stunned staff stood as if caught in amber, witnesses to a spectacle so beautiful and fundamentally alien it defied rational processing.

The honey-blonde saleswoman, finally let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. It sounded like a sob. "Oh my God," she whispered, her eyes wide and fixed on the space where Anastasia had just stood. "Did that... Did that actually happen?"

Her younger colleague was still gripping the granite reception desk, her knuckles bloodless. "Seven," she mouthed, the word silent.

Then she said, her voice, a shaky, high-pitched thing. "There are seven of them. He just... he kissed seven different women. And they were all waiting for him. Like an appointment."

The married salesman scrubbed a hand over his face. He looked less awed now, and more existentially shaken. His entire understanding of love, marriage, and monogamy had just been dismantled in the span of five minutes.

"How?" he asked, not of anyone in particular. "How does a person... how does that work? That’s not a relationship. That’s a... a small, terrifyingly beautiful country."

"Look at the way he did it," one said, her voice gaining a dreamy, analytical quality. "With the first one, the blonde... that was pure joy. Like a homecoming. Then the one in the grey suit... that was different. Deeper. Like he was trying to memorize her soul." She shivered.

"And the other one... the ice queen? That was a war. A beautiful, terrifying war."

"It’s not even a harem," the manager, said quietly. He hadn’t moved from his position near the service bay, his eyes tracking Eros’s every subtle movement. "A harem is about possession. This..." He struggled for the word. "This is like devotion. They do not look his property. He treats them like they’re his... anchors."

"Yeah, well, I’d happily be anchored to that," The young women muttered, then flushed a deep crimson.

"Still," the married salesman muttered. "Lucky bastard."

"Jealous?" his female colleague asked, amused.

The married one let out a short, harsh laugh devoid of humor. "Jealous doesn’t begin to cover it." He looked down at the simple gold band on his finger. It suddenly looked very small, very plain. "I’m insanely, suicidally jealous."

"They made it clear when they got here," the older sales lady said, her voice dropping as if recalling a sacred vow. "Ms. Charlotte. She walked up to me and smiled, but her eyes were... flat. She said, ’We appreciate your discretion. No one documents what happens here today. Phones away.’ She didn’t threaten us. It was worse. It was a statement of fact."

They all stood in the new, heavy silence, not just employees anymore, but custodians of a myth unfolding in real-time. They weren’t just watching a man kiss seven women. They were watching a god at work, and for the first time in their mundane lives, they understood what it felt like to be insignificant. And strangely, blessed, to have seen it.

Eros finally pulled back from the reunions, surrounded by his women—the LA locals watching with amused smiles, the Miami arrivals still glowing from their greetings.

"But this..." He gestured to the Miami women. "This is the surprise you’ve all been teasing?"

Amanda laughed, looping her arm through his. "This wasn’t the surprise, mi amor. We’re the bonus."

He blinked. "What?"

"Charlotte’s jet got us here in five hours," Vivienne added, still pressed close to his side. "We’ve been coordinating for days."

"Coordinating what?" Eros asked, genuinely confused now.

"Afte all, you—" Anastasia’s smile was ice and promise. "You have a kingdom to build. Starting with wheels."

"Everything," Sofia said simply, and kissed his cheek. "We’ve been planning everything."

It wasn’t parked — it arrived.

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