Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women-Chapter 159: Talking With The Foreman

Ethan walked beside Riley as she moved across the lot, marking key points for the casino’s foundation.

A can of bright orange spray paint hissed in her gloved hand as she bent down to make precise markings on the dirt.

The morning air was still sharp, though the wind had died down somewhat.

Ethan kept his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, watching her work with practiced efficiency.

"So, this is all about getting the layout right?" he asked, glancing at the symbols she was carefully etching into the ground.

"Exactly," Riley confirmed. "These markers help guide excavation. We’re making sure everything lines up with the blueprints before the heavy machinery starts digging. The last thing we want is to realize something’s off after we’ve already started."

Ethan nodded.

He understood the basics — his past investments in apartment buildings had given him some construction experience — but this was a different scale entirely.

Renovations were one thing. This? This was building something from the ground up.

"You seem to know your way around this stuff," he remarked, watching as she took a step back to assess her work.

Riley smirked, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I should. I started out in engineering, but I realized I liked being in the field more than sitting behind a desk. So, construction management it was."

Ethan studied her for a moment. "Good choice."

"I like to think so," she said with a small shrug, before glancing at the workers scattered across the lot. "Your crew’s solid. Everything’s moving on schedule so far. That’s a good sign."

Ethan swept his gaze over the team. Workers unloaded materials from trucks, engineers double-checked measurements, and the foreman was engaged in discussion with a group near the site’s edge.

It was one thing to hire a team; it was another to know they were actually worth the money.

Before he could respond, a gruff voice called out.

"Mr. Ethan!"

He turned to see the foreman, a burly man in his late forties with a no-nonsense demeanor.

His salt-and-pepper hair was mostly hidden beneath a hard hat that people in his profession usually wore, and his clipboard was tucked under one arm.

Ethan had chosen him for his experience — he wasn’t the type to cut corners, and that was exactly the kind of person Ethan wanted running this operation.

"Got a minute?" the foreman asked, jerking his head toward a quieter spot near the lot’s perimeter.

Ethan gave Riley a small nod before following the man. Once they were away from the noise of the site, the foreman pulled a few papers from his clipboard.

"So, I heard from the company that you put down five million upfront for materials," he said, giving Ethan an approving look. "Not many people have the guts to do that right away."

Ethan shrugged. "Better to secure everything now than deal with shortages later."

The foreman nodded. "Smart move. With supply chains being what they are, waiting could’ve delayed you by months. Five million’s a lot, though. You must be damn sure about this place."

"I don’t gamble," Ethan said flatly. "I invest. And this will pay off."

The foreman chuckled at that. "Fair enough."

He flipped through his papers. "Alright, here’s the plan for the first phase. We’ll be focusing on three main things: foundation, structural framework, and utilities. Excavation starts tomorrow. Once we break ground, we should have the concrete foundation poured by next week. After that, steel framing goes up, and we’ll start seeing the skeleton of your casino take shape."

Ethan absorbed the information. He had already handled the permits, navigated the bureaucracy, and ensured there were no obstacles from the city.

Now, it was all about execution.

"How long will the foundation take?" he asked.

"A couple of weeks, give or take," the foreman replied. "Weather, inspections, and material deliveries can all affect the timeline, but if things go smoothly, we should be moving to the next phase by the end of the month."

Ethan nodded. It was a reasonable timeline, but he knew better than to expect everything to go perfectly.

"What about site security?" he asked. "I don’t want any trouble — thieves, squatters, or anyone messing with the build."

The foreman gave a knowing nod. "Glad you brought that up. We’ve got a night crew to keep an eye on things, but I’d recommend hiring extra security. Construction sites attract all sorts of unwanted attention."

Ethan made a mental note to take care of that. The last thing he needed was delays because someone decided to steal copper wiring or vandalize the site.

"Keep me updated," he said. "I want a report at the end of each phase. If anything changes, I want to know immediately."

"You got it." The foreman extended a firm, calloused hand. "We’ll get it done, Mr. Ethan."

Ethan grasped his hand in a steady shake. "I know you will." Stay tuned for updates on novelbuddy

As the foreman walked off to check on another team, Ethan turned his gaze back to the site and then he walked back toward Riley, his steps slow and deliberate as he took in the sheer scale of the land.

It was vast — much larger than he had initially thought. Standing in the middle of it, he could truly grasp just how big this project was.

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Marking everything would take time.

Even with a full team working efficiently, they’d be at it for the rest of the day.

But the real work would begin tomorrow — excavation. The first cuts into the earth. The first irreversible step in turning this empty lot into something real.

Would he be here to see it? He wasn’t sure.

His schedule was unpredictable. There were always meetings, paperwork, people wanting something from him. But part of him wanted to be here, to witness the first moment that the land changed.

For now, though, he could afford to walk around and talk with Riley.

She was still busy, kneeling near one of the markers she had just painted, checking measurements against a notepad.

The orange lines she had drawn stood out sharply against the dull brown of the dirt, like veins mapping out the future of the casino.

"You’ve got a lot of ground to cover," Ethan remarked as he approached.