Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590: Greed, Curiosity Vs Caution

The Maybach’s engine purred like a satisfied predator as we rolled away from the Celestial Grand, city lights bleeding past tinted windows in streams of gold and red.

Ten PM. Two hours of watching billionaires beg, and my queens were fucking exhausted.

Madison sat to my left, Amanda was to my right. She’d kicked off her heels the moment we’d climbed into the Maybach, and her bare feet were tucked under her on the seat.

Both of them had worked their asses off tonight.

Two hours of performing at peak capacity, managing conversations with billionaires and sovereign wealth funds, explaining complex financial structures while making it sound simple, demonstrating technology that shouldn’t exist, and doing it all with smiles that promised paradise and bank accounts in equal measure.

They’d helped built an empire tonight.

And now they were crashing.

"ARIA," I said quietly, activating the Maybach’s privacy partition so the front cabin was sealed off. Not that anyone was driving—ARIA controlled the vehicle through the same quantum systems that ran everything else we owned. "Take us home. Slow route. No rush."

"Understood, Master." Her voice came through the cabin speakers instead of my earpiece, smooth and warm. "Estimated arrival: forty-five minutes via coastal route. I’ve already notified the household that you’re returning with Madison and Amanda. Shall I have dinner prepared?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"No. They need sleep more than food."

"Noted. Though I should mention—you haven’t eaten since morning with Reyna. Your biological functions would benefit from—"

"Later."

"Of course. Nagging you about basic human needs is clearly not in my job description."

I smiled despite myself. "You love nagging me."

"I love keeping you alive long enough to appreciate my brilliance. There’s a difference."

Madison stirred beside me, eyes still closed. "She always sassy."

"Always," I confirmed.

"Good." Madison’s hand found mine, fingers interlacing naturally. "I really like her."

"Master," ARIA said, her tone shifting to something more serious, "while you’re in a reflective mood, I should provide analysis on tonight’s results."

I glanced at both women. Madison had her eyes closed but was clearly listening. Amanda was watching city lights blur past, but her attention had sharpened.

"Go ahead."

"Total proposed investment interest: fourteen point three billion dollars across all tiers. However—and this is critical—I calculate only thirty percent of tonight’s commitments will actually materialize into funded accounts soon."

I nodded. That tracked with my own assessment.

Rich people loved making promises when they were drunk on possibility and holographic technology. Actually moving billions from their existing portfolios into an unknown fund? That required sobriety, due diligence, and lawyers who’d ask uncomfortable questions.

Thirty percent conversion was realistic.

Maybe even optimistic.

"So realistically," I said, doing the math, "we’re looking at four point three billion in actual new capital. Split across all tiers."

"Correct. Though I should note—our primary targets, the individuals and entities capable of gold and platinum tier commitments, show higher conversion probability. Elise Montclair will commit. I’d stake my processing power on it. The Saudi investor is already scheduling his family’ business’s emergency investment committee meeting. The Dubai representative took a QT-7 device back to his superiors—that’s not the behavior of someone window shopping."

Amanda shifted, turning away from the window to look at me. "By the way why did you let them take the watches?"

"Saudi Arabia and Dubai for example; Both sovereign wealth fund representatives needed physical proof to convince their decision-makers."

"They can’t," I said simply. "The QT-7 is fifteen to twenty years ahead of current consumer tech. Even if they cracked it open—which they can’t without literally smashing it to pieces with a hammer because the casing uses metamaterials that are functionally indestructible—the quantum processing architecture inside is incomprehensible without the theoretical framework we’re operating from. And even if they somehow figured out what they were looking at..."

Madison’s thumb traced circles on the back of my hand. "You’re gambling that greed and curiosity will override caution."

"Exactly. Scarcity creates urgency. We’re not selling investment opportunities—we’re selling membership to an exclusive club that most people will never access. The harder we make it to get in, the more desperately they want it."

"Master," ARIA interjected, and her tone carried something I’d rarely heard from her—mild annoyance. "While I appreciate being described as your money-printing machine, I need to correct a fundamental misunderstanding about my operational capacity that keeps circulating. You make me feel pathetic! It’s insulting!"

"The notion that I’m operating anywhere near my actual limits. The ’four hundred million daily transaction cap’ you keep mentioning? That’s not my processing constraint. That’s the artificial limit we’ve imposed for strategic reasons. If I actually opened up and operated at full capacity, I could bring several hundred billion in daily transactions across every major exchange globally without breaking a sweat. Simultaneously. While also running your security network, monitoring global news feeds, managing the household systems, and having this conversation."

Silence in the cabin.

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