Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Telecom Panic
The large VIP room of the event center had soft golden lamps and the faint aroma of imported cigars that no one here was actually smoking.

Plush couches lined the marble walls, and the hum of low jazz music made the final touches.

Scott sat there, slouched, legs crossed, one arm resting lazily over the couch while the other dangled over his lap. He had that drained look of a man who’d already had enough of the night and wanted nothing more than to go home and bury himself in bed.

“I can’t believe this…” (＃￣0￣)

He muttered under his breath as he loosened his bowtie and let his head flop back against the couch.

Sitting beside him, Adira gave a graceful shrug and raised one eyebrow as she bit her wine-painted lips. She swirled the red liquid in her glass like she was in a commercial for expensive loneliness.

Scott sighed even harder and rolled his head from side to side like he was arguing with the world.

“So you really don’t have anything on this guy?”

He groaned and slapped his palm over his face.

Adira tilted her head slightly and nodded.

“Well, I mean—it’s Grave. THE Grave. One of the top ten assassins on the United Nations GSI list. You think a guy like that leaves breadcrumbs? Please.”

She leaned forward, resting her elbow on her knee.

“He’s that good.” ╮( ˘ ､ ˘ )╭

The silence that came after made the air awkward enough to cut with a spoon. She shot him a quick side-eye before taking another sip of her wine, like maybe that would distract from how guilty she suddenly felt.

Scott rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“I’m sure you’ve used him a lot, and yet you don’t know squat about him.”

That got a reaction.

Adira almost choked on her wine (actually choked) as she jerked forward with a muffled cough.

“What—NO!”

It was a “no” filled with absolute guilt.

She coughed again and leaned back and suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.

She went quiet for a moment and sipped her wine in that mild awkwardness of someone caught lying.

“Who is even Grave…?” (¯ . ¯٥)

Adira went quiet briefly, then took a sip of her wine.

Now, she just looked a bit awkward, like someone who’d just been caught lying.

“I’m a changed woman, you know…”

Another awkward sip.

Scott just stared blankly.

She gave him another guilty side-glance and kept sipping like a toddler with a sippy cup.

“I’m serious.”

Another side-glance then a dramatic sigh.

“I REALLY am!”

“I’ve been attending group therapy sessions and I think it’s really working…”

She nodded so proudly then waved after.

“Bye bye murdering CEO psychopath bitch.”

She wagged a finger with mild seriousness.

“Turns out almost getting killed by an evil society you used to work for really makes you rethink your life.”

She raised her glass toward him as the corner of her lips bent into a sly grin.

“True story.”

Scott exhaled heavily.

“Still gonna have a talk with you about that. Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

He finished it off with a long, judging side-eye.

Adira smirked and gave a teasing wink.

But then her eyes suddenly narrowed.

“Wait a second… why would someone like Grave even come after you?”

She leaned in, suspicious.

“You’re only a model… with a very questionable set of impressive skills.”

Scott froze.

“Uh—cough! COUGH!”

He exaggerated the coughs and straightened up as he tugged at his collar.

“That’s not really important.”

He gently scooted a little further down the couch and pretended to fix his cufflinks.

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Meanwhile, in the main hall—

Beca sat at one of the round tables near the stage and rested her chin on her palm while her phone glowed in her hand like it was her only lifeline.

Across from her was Shawn did his best to charm her.

“So… uh, how do you like the wine?”

He asked, smiling so brightly it was almost painful.

“It’s fine.”

Beca replied without looking up.

Her thumbs flew across her phone screen.

Her brows were knit tightly, her face so tense it looked like she was fighting someone in a text war.

Cecilia’s name blinked at the top of her screen.

[Cecilia: what do you mean he turned you down??]

[Beca: he said he wanted to “talk with someone” 😤]

[Cecilia: girl WHAT. That’s absolutely insane. Was ur dance offer not sexy enough??]

[Beca: EXCUSE ME?? I can assure you it was perfectly sexy!! I even practiced the smile 😭]

Shawn tried again.

“So, uh, you done any runway shows recently? I heard you were in that one in Milan—”

Not even glancing up, Beca muttered—

“Yeah, Milan. Was okay.”

TAP TAP TAP.

[Cecilia: ok, ok, fairs. But is he really worth all this?]

[Beca: Cece, this is Scott we’re talking about 🙄]

[Cecilia: show pic again? 😬]

[Beca: ugh fine hold on]

Beca scrolled through her gallery as she bit her lip.

“Okay, maybe this one…”

She whispered to herself and sent one of Scott looking away from the camera.

[Cecilia: 😳😳😳]

[Beca: told ya 🤷‍♂️]

[Cecilia: not my type but goddamn. those nails tho??]

[Beca: yeah he’s got those perfect jerk nails I hate]

[Cecilia: I’d still risk it. anyway go find out if he’s with a girl or a guy rn, I gtg for my online roleplay 😘]

Beca sighed and slumped in her seat.

Shawn leaned forward eagerly.

“Sooo, uh, do you like seafood? They’ve got this thing here with smoked olives and—”

“Uhm, sorry, Shawn…”

She finally looked up.

When she saw Shawn her face softened.

“There’s this guy I really like. Well… kinda like. I’m still figuring that out.”

She looked away, a little embarrassed. („¬ᴗ¬„)

“I know I said I wasn’t looking for a relationship. Or… I think I said that. But that was a lie.”

He blinked while his smile twitched.

“Oh.”

“I just didn’t want you bothering me anymore.”

She winced.

“Sorry. You’re nice. I just…”

Beca reached across the table to gently hold his hand.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you—TOMORROW! Or… uhm… some other time, okay?”

Shawn didn’t even answer. He just nodded and looked down at his untouched drink.

But Beca’s eyes weren’t even on him anymore.

They were locked on the side door.

The one that led to the VIP section.

Scott shook his head and rushed in there right after turning down her offer to dance.

Beca stood up quietly and anxiously tugged her short black dress straight.

She tiptoed toward the door like a sneaky cat.

“Alright, that jerk…”

She muttered under her breath.

Her tail flicked out in irritation before she quickly smacked it down.

“I hate when it does that!” (〃＞＿＜;〃)

Pressing an ear to the door, she tried to peek through a small crack.

“Now let’s see wha—”

BAM!

The door swung open and hit her right in the nose.

“FUCK, MY NOSE—!”

She yelped, clutching her face and stumbling back.

Scott froze, wide-eyed.

“Oh—sorry about that, Beca!”

He reached out and held her shoulders to steady her.

Beca hissed through her fingers.

“Don’t tell me sorry like you hurt me. You can’t hurt me! I’m a tough woman! Don’t think just because you refused to dance with me my self-esteem somehow took a hit—that’s dumb—SHUT UP!”

She immediately cringed and looked away in shame.

『Why did I sound so nasally?』 ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

Scott tried to speak.

“Well, I—”

He shook his head suddenly and brushed past her.

“I really don’t have time for this.”

“Wait, what—?”

He was already unbuttoning his shirt cuffs as he jogged down the hall.

“Jake’s in danger. I can’t waste any more time!”

Beca just stood there with a hand still over her nose.

She was absolutely stunned.

“I have a bleeding nose and he runs off…”

Her eyes narrowed.

“That son of a bi—OW!”

She winced as the pain came back.

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Outside, Scott’s Huracán screamed down the street like a possessed beast. His hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles popped.

Adira’s words echoed in his head:

If Grave’s targeting people you care about, you’d better keep your eyes on all of them.

“I can’t believe I forgot about him!”

Scott slammed his hand on the horn and weaved between cars like a blur.

“Jake, please be safe. Please.”

He swallowed hard as the guilt clawed at him.

“I was so horrible to you… I didn’t even act like you were my best friend. You’re my brother, dammit!”

He dialed Jake’s number for the sixth time. Static.

Then—

BEEP.

It connected.

“Jake! Don’t go—”

Grave’s voice smoothly cut in.

[Jake can’t come to the phone right now.]

Scott froze.

[I’ve got him. Don’t waste your time getting back to the mansion. Sweet mother’s next.]

Then silence.

Scott slammed the brakes and tires screeched.

He threw the door open, got out, and screamed his lungs out so hard you’d think it’d explode, kicking and punching the side of his car like a mad man.

People stared like he was a fascinating zoo animal.

“He’s drunk.”

“Rich guy drama.”

“Ugh, that’s his business. He’s in my lane!”

But Scott didn’t care.

His heart was pounding too fast.

All he could see was red.

He clenched his fists as he trembled.

“Grave…”

The name alone burned in his throat.

“I swear… I’ll kill you.”

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The wind hummed in his ears.

Scott sat on the ledge of the high-rise.

“Mm, windier than I remember…”

His phone rested beside him.

The screen showed Adira (on call).

[So Grave already took him?]

Her voice came through the speaker.

Scott didn’t say anything at first.

He just nodded as he slipped on his fingerless gloves.

“Yeah… my drones are surv—”

He stopped.

His eyes drifted toward the congested streets far down.

Horns blared and headlights blinked.

It was getting harder to talk to Adira about any of this without spilling who he really was.

But he needed to talk to someone (anyone) before he lost it completely. Especially now that every single person he cared about had been abducted.

『Urgh… I’m so stupid…』

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Adira hummed softly.

[Hm? Everything okay?]

Her voice grew louder, a little more concerned too.

Scott nodded again like she could see him.

“Erm… yeah. Nothing. I’m just tryna focus on keeping my mom safe, so nothing worse happens.”

He glanced at the lower-face mask beside him.

It stared back like a silent judge.

The line went quiet for a moment.

Scott sighed and leaned forward as his elbows rested on his knees.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this… it’s so dumb. You’re basically my enemy.”

He rubbed both hands through his hair until it stuck up wildly, then fell back onto the cold rooftop.

That’s when her voice changed.

Not the teasing, flirtatious Adira tone he knew.

This one was softer and warmer.

[I’m not your enemy. And it’s fine if you want to see me like that. I’m not exactly a good person… people don’t change overnight. But for you—]

Her voice faltered a bit.

For a lady who ran a multibillion-dollar shipping company, that almost never happened.

So it didn’t just surprise Scott — it actually caught her off guard too.

[I’d gladly do that.]

Somehow, she still managed to complete her statement even if she was a little embarrassed.

She felt completely ashamed at the thought of any man making her stutter.

[Well, that was unsightly…]

She muttered to herself and took a sip of something.

Scott froze.

For a moment he just stared at the sky to properly process every word.

He could’ve dismissed it as a manipulative line—except she sounded too genuine.

“That’s a little sudden, don’t you think?”

He brought the phone close.

“Sure, I saved you from being assassinated, but before that I was gonna kill you myself. So forgive me if I’m not buying the whole ‘I’d change for you’ thing. What is this, Stockholm Syndrome? ‘Cause you’re way too perfect for that.”

Another pause.

[It’s because I—well, I—]

Adira paused again.

And then the line cut.

Scott blinked.

“Psssh—well, that’s not nice.”

He dropped the phone beside him and sighed.

“Whatever…”

He grabbed his mask and slapped it on.

The suit hissed—fsshhh!—as air pressure sealed him in and the ATAM VI’s systems synced up instantly.

His HUD lit up in blue.

“Back to business…”

He murmured as he crouched at the rooftop edge.

With a snap of his fingers, the hovering drones around him came to life.

A notification blinked across his visor:

[SYSTEM: Livestream starting in 10 seconds.]

Scott took those ten seconds to think.

『If Mom’s the next target, then Grave’s using her to bait me. No way he’s working alone—Emma and the others wouldn’t have gone down that easy.』

He clapped his hands once, sarcastically.

“Okay, okay, so at least I’m figuring something out.”

He pulled up a holographic keyboard on his wrist as the neon keys hovered in midair.

『Called the hospital earlier. They said Mom’s been in and out lately—getting better. Guess she didn’t tell me that part. Anyway, they keep track of her with an ankle monitor, so…』

He theatrically cracked his knuckles.

『…if I hack into their system, I can track her too.』

His fingers flew.

The interface scrolled with green code lines.

[Ding! Your Livestream Has Started!]

The comments appeared instantly in his HUD.

[Thank heavens you’re streaming today! I don’t wanna watch another fantasy football league stream 🤦‍♂️]

[WHERE’S THE CAT LADY, KING??]

[Two days with no stream and THIS is how he starts? Bro better give us fireworks.]

[Suit looks tight tonight 👀 not complaining.]

[I swear I can almost see the whole package.]

[“almost” ??? Kinda unfortunate 😞]

[“Unfortunate?” Bro WHAT? 💀]

Scott rubbed his forehead.

“Guys, guys, we’ll get to all that later.”

He lifted both hands like an excited teacher calming a wild classroom.

“For now, I need to protect my mo—uh, a lady—from being abducted by assassins. Thought I’d turn on the stream and let you guys tag along. But I’m not gonna guarantee any fights though.”

The chat exploded.

[Oh so now you’re a bodyguard?? 💀]

[A real bodyguard would be protecting Kim K, we need to preserve that woman. She’s literally the idea of a perfect American woman, and you just know she likes it—]

[Mod: Don’t worry, I banned him already.]

ㄴ [GOOD! What a perv, am I rig—]

ㄴ [Mod: Everyone knows Sabrina Carpenter is way better. She got feet for days 🔥]

ㄴ [Nah, I’d suck… 🗿]

[Protecting MILFs again I see.]

[Sure sure, just say you’re scared of breaking your fallopian tube again 💀💀💀]

[I once tore my hymen riding a bike, so I get it bro 💀]

ㄴ [My dad tore my hymen, it felt so good!]

ㄴ [Greetings, alien. On Earth we call that SA]

ㄴ [RAAAHHHHH SA mentioned 🇿🇦🔥🔥🔥]

[This chat is an HR violation.]

Scott just shook his head, laughing under his breath.

“You guys are unbelievable.”

Then—beep!

The hacking progress bar reached 100%.

“Score!”

He whispered loudly.

“Chat, I just hacked into a hospital’s tagging program so I can track our client today.”

He gave a halfhearted thumbs-up.

“Totally ethical. Don’t try this at home.”

He was trying his best to look excited, but in the end he was still scared for Emma and the others.

『I hope they’re alright…』

He took a deep breath.

[Bro’s committing felonies live 😂]

[FBI typing…]

[As long as it’s a mental hospital, maybe he’s just visiting his exes.]

[ORRR maybe he’s trying to gain access to a list of amnesia patients so he can get a ring and a baby’s picture and pretend he’s their worried heartthrob. I’d do that for Nicole Wett, that redhead could fill a balloon with her underwater minerals. How can one cat be so wet 😭]

ㄴ [If the roof is rusted the basement is flooded 🗿]

ㄴ [Sir, step away from the database.]

Scott ignored them.

His visor projected a blinking dot—his mother’s tracker.

It was close. Too close.

“Wait a sec…”

He zoomed in. The signal was moving—but barely.

“Oh!”

He slapped his forehead.

“She’s stuck in traffic—DUH!”

He tapped his temple to activate his digital zoom lenses.

The city below expanded in high-definition as he scanned the highway.

Cars, lights, shadows—until his eyes locked on her car.

And that’s when his stomach dropped.

“What the…?”

His mom wasn’t alone.

She was sitting in the back seat of a luxury car—with some gray-haired dude beside her.

Sharp suit. Silver beard. Full head of hair.

Handsome in that ‘I own five companies and ruin lives for breakfast’ kind of way.

Scott’s binocular feed shook.

“WHAT—!? My mom’s—”

He fell backward from his crouch as his trembling hands clutched his head.

“THIS WOMAN REALLY—!”

He started punching the air like a madman.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!?”

The chat lost it.

[LMAOO is this a breakup stream??]

[Wait, is the lady he’s protecting his girlfriend?? Bro just caught her CHEATING LIVE 💀💀💀]

[MARRY ME NIGHTWATCH! I’D NEVER EVER DO YOU LIKE THAT 😭]

[Nah bro, she’s too fine to be his girl.]

[He’s punching air like he just found his girl on a “stepbro” scene 💀💀💀]

ㄴ [Reminds me of the time I starred in a porno]

ㄴ [Oooo, how was it?]

ㄴ [Shit, I was the husband that leaves home early so my son did all the fun stuff 😞]

ㄴ [But you said starred in tho?]

ㄴ [Oh, that was the all-men three-way. That one was such a pain in the ass. Literally.]

[Mod: CHAT PLEASE. CALM. DOWN.]

Scott buried his face in his hands and groaned.

“I can’t deal with this. Not today.”

[I think I just came in my pants.]

ㄴ [Mod: Ooof, forgot FansOnly girls advertise here 💀]

[Imagine being this guy’s girlfriend. Secret identity, tight suit, emotional damage… sexy.]

[Let’s see the lady again, bro! She was so hot!]

Scott glared at the camera drone hovering too close to his drowsy face.

“Chat… you guys need therapy.”

But even as he said it, he couldn’t help but laugh—cause if he didn’t, he’d probably start screaming.

He straightened his back, looked down at the city again, and said quietly—

“Alright… back to business. Mom first. Feelings later.”

The wind blew harder.

The drones circled him, ready.

[STREAM STATUS: 23,478 viewers watching live.]

And Nightwatch leapt from the rooftop.