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

Chapter 351: The Art of Strategic Disappearance

Tommy stood by the gate door, laptop bag hanging off his shoulder like a dead weight, eyes wide with the kind of betrayal only best friends can inflict—personal, brutal, like being stabbed with a shard of your own childhood.

Charlotte paced near the window, Louboutins clicking against hardwood like a goddamn executioner’s countdown. They’d both been counting on me—Tommy for emotional hand-holding at his life-changing crucible, Charlotte for the united front she needed to polish Quantum Tech’s shattered reputation.

And here I was, pulling on my jacket, about to bail on both of them.

"What do you mean you’re not coming to the auction!" Tommy’s voice cracked open like cheap plastic—raw, bleeding shock. "Peter, I’ve been counting on you! You’re my best friend! My brother! My—"

"Your rich silent partner who needs to stay silent," I cut in, mercenary, yanking my jacket straight. "Tommy, think!" Logic hammering through the guilt I could feel radiating off him like heat. "You’re about to become the tech messiah of Lincoln Heights. The API translation layer is YOUR baby. This is YOUR moment! YOU need to stand in the fucking sun, not cower behind me!"

Charlotte looked ready to garrote me with her bare hands, eyes blazing with the cold fire of a thousand betrayals. "Peter, I need you there! The Rivera partnership meeting and piranhas start circling the second the gavel falls! They’ll want interviews—"

"Exactly why I shouldn’t be there!" I snapped, checking my phone—Madison’s texts already scrolling, a lifeline to my escape. "Look, you’re going to mention me, right? Tommy Chen’s mysterious best friend—the ghost coder—too shy for the spotlight? Perfect! The myth is better than the man! That’s the image we want!"

The truth was more twisted than simple impatience... though Jesus Christ, I’d been jacking off to fantasies of that estate for weeks—every night closing my eyes to infinity pools, entertainment wings, a master suite that dwarfed our old house or this one... a private kingdom where I was fucking king before I become the actual King of the world.

"That’s bullshit and you know it," Charlotte hissed, spitting each word like venom. "You’re abandoning us for real estate porn, you degenerate prick!"

Guilty. So fucking guilty it hurt. But also... strategic. Like 30% strategic, 70% desperate to taste my new land before noon. "It’s been WEEK" I protested, feeling the excuse crumble even as I said it.

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