Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women

What would people think if a man, practically a stranger to the family, stepped forward and offered six hundred thousand dollars for a life-saving surgery?

It wasn't just generosity.

It was absurd.

It was unheard of.

The room felt frozen in time as Ethan's words settled in.

Riley's father, Robert, stood stiff, his mouth slightly open but unable to form words.

Oliver's brows were deeply furrowed, his hands clenched into tight fists as he stared at Ethan in disbelief.

And Riley — Riley looked like she had just been hit by a tidal wave of emotions. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

Her eyes shimmered, tears threatening to spill, her breath shaky.

Ethan gently loosened his grip on her back and stepped forward.

His expression was firm, his presence commanding as he addressed the doctor.

"I want her moved to the most advanced facility this place has to offer. She'll get the best treatment, the best care, and everything else she needs."

His voice was steady, unwavering. It wasn't a question. It was a command.

The doctor blinked rapidly, clearly trying to process what was happening.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then finally managed to stammer, "Sir… a-are you serious?"

Ethan exhaled and reached up, pulling off his hoodie in one smooth motion. His dark hair, slightly tousled, fell over his forehead before he ran a hand through it, pushing it back into place.

It was as if he was shedding the anonymity of the hood, revealing himself for who he really was — someone with the means to change things.

Oliver scoffed. "This is insane," he muttered under his breath.

Riley turned her wide, tear-filled eyes toward Ethan. "Why… why are you doing this?"

Ethan was quiet for a moment, his gaze distant. Then, finally, he answered.

"Because I've been in your shoes before," he said softly.

The room fell into a hush.

"When I was ten," he continued, "my aunt got sick. Not with something like this, but… something softer, something people say is 'manageable' until it suddenly isn't. My dad did everything he could. He gathered money, pulled every string, but it wasn't enough. We needed more. And I was just a kid. I couldn't do a damn thing except sit there and watch while the person who had been the kindest to me slowly faded away."

He exhaled through his nose, his jaw tightening. "I hated that feeling. Wishing I had all the money in the world, knowing it wouldn't have mattered because we were just another family that couldn't afford to save a loved one."

Ethan turned his gaze back to Riley. His voice was softer now, but just as determined.

"I won't let that happen to you."

A choked sob escaped from Riley, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

Her father looked away, his shoulders tense, while Oliver simply stared, his skepticism still present but shaken.

The doctor swallowed. "Sir, I… I understand the urgency, but this isn't something that can be done instantly. There are processes, paperwork, transfers — "

Ethan cut him off. "How soon can it be arranged?"

The doctor hesitated before glancing at Robert and Oliver, as if waiting for them to protest.

But neither spoke. So he cleared his throat and said, "If we start the transfer process immediately, we can move her by tonight. The payment will need to be settled before then."

"Cash or card?" Ethan asked without hesitation.

The doctor stared at him.

Even Robert looked like he was having an internal battle, as if struggling between pride and desperation.

He finally spoke, voice low, hesitant. "I don't know who you are but we can't just — "

"You can," Ethan interrupted, his tone gentle but firm. "And you will. This isn't about favors or debts. This is about her."

He motioned toward Riley's mother. "She doesn't have time for us to sit around debating pride or fairness."

Oliver shook his head. "Do you even understand what you're offering? Six hundred thousand isn't small money."

Ethan's lips quirked in a humorless smile. "It is to me."

Another silence.

Riley finally found her voice. "But why? Why help me? Why help us?"

Ethan turned his gaze toward her, softer now, less guarded. "Because I want to. Because I can."

Riley let out a shuddering breath, and without thinking, she moved toward him.

She hesitated for only a second before wrapping her arms around him.

Ethan stiffened slightly, caught off guard, but then he exhaled and relaxed into the hug.

He didn't say anything — just let her hold onto him.

The doctor cleared his throat, trying to regain some professionalism despite the intense moment.

"Alright, sir, if you're truly willing to proceed, I'll take you to the administrative office to finalize the transaction."

Ethan nodded and gently pulled away from Riley. "Lead the way."

As he followed the doctor out, Riley watched him go, her hands trembling.

Oliver crossed his arms. "I still don't get it. Who just drops that much money on someone they barely know?"

Their father sighed, rubbing his temple. "Maybe someone who understands what it means to lose family."

Riley didn't answer. She just wiped her eyes.

...

Ethan followed the doctor down a quiet, sterile hallway, the scent of antiseptic thick in the air.

The soft hum of hospital equipment filled the silence between their footsteps.

His expression remained unreadable, but his mind was sharp, focused.

The doctor led him into the administration office, where a woman in her late forties sat behind a desk covered with neatly stacked folders, a landline phone, and a half-empty cup of coffee.

She looked up as they entered, adjusting her glasses before offering a professional nod.

"Mr?"

"Grey, just call me Grey," Ethan said.

"Alright, please have a seat."

Ethan sat across from her, leaning back slightly in the chair.

His hoodie was draped over his arm, and he ran a hand through his hair before settling his gaze on the doctor.

"We need to go over the details before we proceed with payment," the administrator said, flipping through a file. "The surgery itself is a complex operation, and we want to ensure you fully understand what you're paying for."

Ethan nodded. "Go ahead."