Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 534

Chapter 534: Rose in Thorns

One of the younger men—tech bro face, the kind that says he vapes mango flavor—laughed nervously. "We’re just having a good time—"

"I can see that," she nodded. "But your good time is eating alive everyone else’s good time. So maybe... tone it down?" She gave him classroom-teacher voice. "Just a thought."

Then she turned around and walked away.

Didn’t wait for a reaction. Didn’t care if they had one. Just left them stewing in silence while she returned to the bar like she’d taken out the trash.

She lifted her phone. "Okay, Mom, I’m back. What were you saying about physical therapy?"

The table sat frozen—like someone had unplugged them. Their faces said they were replaying the moment in real-time and realizing there was no comeback that didn’t make things worse.

"Wow," I muttered.

Because genuinely—damn.

That wasn’t power from money. Or status. Or supernatural abilities. That was just raw, condensed, uncut confidence. The kind therapists try to bottle and sell.

The bartender stared at her like she’d just summoned lightning.

Then, from the noisy group, one of the men stood up. Not couch-guy. Not tech-bro .A quieter one. The type who only speaks during mergers.

He straightened his jacket. Took a breath. Started walking toward her like someone marching into a mistake he’d already committed to.

The woman didn’t notice. Still on her call. Still explaining something about her mother’s stitches.

The guy from the VIP table barely made it two steps toward her before the bartender suddenly decided he was the main character of the night.

"Ma’am." His voice went up half an octave—like bravery was something he’d borrowed and was scared he’d break. "I really need you to end that call. Now."

She didn’t even look at him. Just held up a finger, eyes still on her phone. "Mom, the dosage is important. Make sure you tell the nurse—"

"Ma’am, I’m not asking anymore." He actually came around the bar, which was adorable, honestly. Dude had no idea he was walking into a hurricane. "This is your final warning. End the call or I’ll have to ask security to escort you out."

She turned slowly—like a movie villain revealing they’ve known the plot twist this whole time. "Are you threatening me?"

"I’m enforcing policy."

"By harassing a paying customer who’s checking on her hospitalized mother?" Her voice sharpened. Like she’d switched to a setting labeled surgical precision. "Really? That’s the hill you want to die on?"

The VIP guy who’d been approaching stopped mid-stride. You could see the conflict on his face:Do I intervene, or do I just watch this like premium cable?

"Ma’am, lower your voice—"

"My voice?" She blinked, incredulous. "My voice is the problem?" She let out a laugh that did not sound like humor belonged anywhere near it. "What about the drunk zoo behind us? The ones standing on furniture like drunk toddlers discovering gravity? They’re fine? But me? I’m the threat?"

"They’re not violating policy—"

"Bull. Shit."

And that was when bartender-boy made his mistake.

His big one.

He reached for her phone.

She snapped back like he’d tried to grab a live snake. "Do NOT touch me."

"Then end the call!"

"I’m talking to my mother!"

"I don’t care if you’re talking to the President, club rules—"

And suddenly the universe spawned two security guards out of thin air—big dudes, suits stretched across shoulders like someone had stuffed NFL linebackers into nightclub uniforms. Expressionless. Efficient. Corporate golems.

"Problem here?" the first one asked.

His face said: I hate conflict, but I love throwing people out. Let’s meet in the middle.

The bartender pointed at her like a kid telling the teacher who stole the crayons. "This guest is refusing to comply with club policy. Multiple warnings. She needs to be escorted out."

"Escorted out?" she repeated, voice hitting a frequency that probably cracked glass in other dimensions. "I paid five hundred dollars for VIP access and this man is harassing me for talking to my post-surgery mother!"

"Ma’am, please calm down—"

The second guard moved in like he thought she might explode. The VIP guy backed away, hands up, silently whispering nope nope nope.

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