I Harvest the Reverse Harem My Roommate Built With My Identity Chapter 06

I Harvest the Reverse Harem My Roommate Built With My Identity Chapter 06

Lewis stepped forward, placing himself between Stacy and me.

“Heather, why are you pretending to be Stacy?” he asked, fixing me with a cold stare.

Shadowfang didn’t hold back at all and snapped, “Get lost. Stop embarrassing yourself here.”

I looked at this group of idiots who had been brainwashed and were moved by their own delusions, and I couldn’t help but let out a quiet round of applause. The crisp sound echoed sharply through the private room.

“Well done. This is truly spectacular!”

I slowly pulled out my phone from my bag and opened my game assistant app.

“Stacy, your memory is quite good. Since you’re so fond of talking about true feelings and chat history, why don’t we put the past two weeks of your conversations up on the big screen in this room? Let these four big shots see just how sincere you really are.”

Stacy’s face stiffened instantly. As soon as she realized what I was about to do, she lunged forward in panic, trying to snatch my phone.

“What are you doing! How dare you invade my privacy!”

I sidestepped her easily and tapped the screen to cast it. The large LCD screen in the private room lit up, displaying an endless scroll of chat records for everyone to see.

I picked up a laser pointer from the table, and its red dot moved precisely across the screen.

“Lewis, you just said she stayed up with you for three all-nighters?”

I pointed to a chat record from 2:00 am.

“Take a closer look. At 2:05 am, she was still in voice chat, encouraging you in a gentle tone. But at 2:08 am, she switched to a private chat with Shadowfang.”

The laser dot shifted instantly to another conversation.

“She told Shadowfang, ‘Shadowfang, I’m so sleepy, but I can’t fall asleep without your goodnight.””

Shadowfang’s face turned dark immediately.

I didn’t pause and continued moving the dot.

“Reviver, her third target, is no exception. At 8:00 pm on Tuesday, she told you, ‘You’re my only soulmate in this game.’ But by 9:00 pm that same night-”

I paused, and the dot settled on her chat with Cyrus Richmond, the second-highest spender in the game.

“She messaged Mr. Richmond, ‘Cyrus, as long as I can stay by your side, I don’t care about any label.”””

The private room fell into a deathly silence, with only my clear, icy voice echoing through the space.

“Stacy, your time management skills are truly impressive. It seemed your so-called sincerity could be divided into four parts and handed out like cheap candy.”