Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 938: I Can

Vizreel broke the silence first. "Lux."Lux’s eyes shifted to him.

"Don’t promise something impossible."

Lux didn’t blink.

Vizreel leaned forward, expression stern. "You are a Greed demon. A strong one. A dangerous one. But even Pride wouldn’t say that lightly."

Lux smiled faintly.

No warmth.

"Believe me..."

Vizreel’s eyes narrowed.

Lux’s voice lowered. "I can."

Celestaria’s fingers tightened slightly over her cup.

Selena looked at him as if seeing something she had suspected but never confirmed.

Solara’s gaze had become unreadable.

Lux looked back at Celestaria. "I can."

The second time was softer.

Worse.

Because it was not arrogance.

It was certainty.

The kind of certainty that came from a man who had already done the math and hated the conclusion less than he should.

Vizreel stared at him for a long moment.

Then slowly leaned back.

"You’re insane."

Lux’s smirk returned by one tiny degree.

Celestaria finally exhaled. "Please do not burn Hell unless absolutely necessary."

Lux picked up his tea again. "I’m a CFO. I understand asset preservation."

Vizreel deadpanned, "You just threatened to burn the asset."

"I said I would make him lose everything. Burning is optional."

Solara’s lips twitched. "Optional?"

"Depends on market conditions."

Selena looked down, and yes, that was definitely a smile she was hiding.

Celestaria watched him for another moment, then gently shook her head.

The tension eased.

Not vanished.

Eased.

The kind of easing that came after everyone in the room silently agreed the dangerous thing had been said, received, and stored for later crisis use.

Lunch continued.

Vizreel complained about celestial bureaucracy. Solara informed him that his mortal reputation had gotten worse overnight because several gossip networks had started calling him "the billionaire who collects heiresses like luxury cars," which Lux said was defamation only because cars were less emotionally complicated.

The food remained good.

Lux ate more than he intended.

The broth especially.

It was warm, clean, and left his body feeling less like it had been running on coffee, lust, and divine stress for days.

Eventually, the plates emptied.

The floating utensils arranged themselves neatly. The tea cups refilled once, despite Lux’s silent objection to being further hydrated by leaf water.

He placed one hand over his chest and bowed his head slightly, sincere despite the casual tone. "Thank you for the food."

Celestaria smiled. "You’re welcome."

Solara stood and smoothed her golden robe. "I will take him back to the mortal realm."

Lux glanced at Selena.

Selena tilted her head. "Why are you looking at me?"

"Nothing."

Solara opened her hand. Sunlight gathered beside her, blooming into a portal filled with soft gold and mortal-world air.

Lux stood, adjusting the holy robe.

His gaze briefly met Celestaria’s again.

There was a promise there.

Unspoken.

Solara gestured toward the portal. "Come, mysterious playboy billionaire."

Lux stepped toward the light. "I prefer interrealm asset specialist."

Selena’s voice followed softly. "The mortal realm disagrees."

Lux sighed as the sunlight swallowed him. "Branding is a curse."

Then he vanished.

The golden portal folded shut behind him with a soft hum, leaving Celestaria’s office suddenly quieter.

For several seconds, none of them moved.

The floating plates had already disappeared. The cups remained, half-filled with celestial tea. The chair he had occupied remained slightly angled from where he had leaned back like he owned the office.

Celestaria stared at the empty space where the portal had been.

Selena did the same.

Solara’s hand lingered near the air, as if the sunlight had not fully left her fingers.

Vizreel looked at all three women. Then slowly sat back down. "No."

Celestaria blinked and turned to him. "No?"

"No."

Solara lowered her hand. "What are you refusing?"

"Whatever this atmosphere is."

Selena’s expression turned neutral too quickly.

Vizreel pointed at her immediately. "That."

Selena’s brows lifted. "That?"

"That face."

"I am not making a face."

"You are making the exact face of someone pretending they are not making a face."

Solara sat down, graceful and warm and absolutely guilty. "Vizreel, we still have political matters to discuss."

"Yes," Vizreel said. "And apparently emotional crimes."

Celestaria folded her hands calmly. "We should focus."

"We should move fast," Vizreel said, finally letting the serious edge back into his voice. "Kaelmor made his move publicly. That means whoever inside our house is listening to him will either panic or accelerate."

Selena’s expression sharpened. "Clean the house?"

"Yeah."

Vizreel leaned forward, elbows on the table, the tired irritation gone from his eyes. Now he looked like the Guardian of Balance again. Heavy. Focused.

"We review old-order communication channels. Unregistered counsel meetings. Angelic faction archives. Anything involving interrealm purity doctrine, anti-contract movements, anti-progression decentralization, or hostility toward Celestaria’s office."

Solara nodded, her playful warmth dimming into sunlight tempered like a blade. "I’ll handle the high radiance circles. They talk too much when they think I’m only smiling."

Selena’s voice stayed calm. "I’ll cover moonlit channels, dream routes, and silent correspondence."

Celestaria looked toward Vizreel. "And the council?"

"I’ll deal with the council."

Solara smiled faintly. "That sounds ominous."

"It should."

For a moment, the room settled into seriousness.

Then Vizreel sighed.

"And..."

Celestaria’s eyes narrowed slightly. "And?"

Vizreel looked at the three of them. "I hope you three can tone it down a bit next time."

Solara blinked first. "Tone what down?"

Vizreel stared at her.

Selena looked away.

Celestaria’s expression became perfectly composed.

Vizreel pointed at all of them with the exhausted authority of a man who had survived the meeting but nearly perished from secondhand romantic tension. "I know you guys like Lux."

Solara’s smile became bright. "Vizreel."

"No."

Celestaria’s voice was calm. "That is not relevant."

"It became relevant when I almost died of cringe during lunch."

Selena’s moonlight flickered. "You don’t need to highlight it."

Vizreel turned to her. "I absolutely do."

Solara crossed her arms. "We already tone it down."

Vizreel stared at her for three full seconds.

Then laughed once.

A short, dry, merciless sound.

"Yes. Too much."

Celestaria blinked. "Too much?"

"You all act like teenagers who like a guy but are pretending not to care at all."

Solara’s mouth opened.

Closed.

Opened again.