Fyren hastily brushed her off. "No no no, I'm already... relieved. Thank you."
"Fyren, do you dislike me?"
"No no..." Fyren adjusted his pants zipper. "Good lord, a girl's hands are so quick..."
Chloe persisted, "Fyren, with me here, you don't need to suppress yourself like this. Always holding it in... will make you sick..."
Even Chloe felt she was being somewhat forward.
She used to believe secretaries who got intimate with their bosses were people without principles or boundaries. Yet here she was - becoming that very person, and worse, she was the one initiating things with her boss.
She realized all women were ultimately the same.
When a man achieves great success, when he becomes society's elite, he naturally becomes irresistibly attractive to women.
And her boss wasn't just successful - he had such an interesting personality, so kind-hearted, having secretly looked out for her all these years.
What did she have to offer?
Education? Talent? Ability? Connections? Family background?
Nothing. Just a pretty face.
But did that even matter? What rich man lacked beautiful women throwing themselves at him?
After all Fyren had done for her over the years, what could she possibly give in return?
Only her body.
At this moment, Chloe's commoner boldness surfaced - once she set her mind to something, she wouldn't waver or retreat.
"Fyren, I know you've been good to me. I also know you could never marry a secretary to be the Zhang family's young madam. I'm not ambitious - I don't want to sleep my way to the top. I genuinely like you, admire you, appreciate you. I... want to be with you. Anytime, anywhere... As long as you don't hate me, I... I can secretly be your woman..."
Chloe finished speaking, her face burning with embarrassment.
Fyren was so flustered he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.
"Aiya, well... thank you, I appreciate the sentiment. You're a good girl, I can't hold you back..."
"You wouldn't be! I'm volunteering, truly! If you don't believe me, record me saying I consented!"
Fyren thought to himself, What kind of nonsense is this?
"Alright Chloe, enough. I really can't think about this right now. We'll talk later, okay? Later..."
"Fyren, am I not pretty enough? Is my figure not good?"
"No! That's not it at all! You're beautiful and have a great body..."
"Then why won't you accept me? Even when I'm offering myself like this... I'd be devastated if you refused."
Fyren didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I think we'd better forget about this..."
Fyren's rejection made Chloe heartbroken. She'd never felt so cheap before.
How could she face her boss in the future after being rejected despite taking the initiative to seduce him?
Seeing her tears, Fyren rushed to comfort her, only for Chloe to suddenly push him down onto the recliner. She straddled him, pressed close, and planted a fierce kiss...
Fyren was... only human after all!
A man at that - a perfectly normal man who'd already been teased by several women and was barely holding on!
In this situation... he couldn't help but want to compose poetry!
And so, that thin barrier between men and women was pierced in one thrust as the two began their passionate frenzy.
But just then, the door swung open as Cora entered with Zoey.
Fyren was... thoroughly occupied!
Completely oblivious!
As the two women walked down the hallway, Fyren was still murmuring sweet nothings to his pretty secretary beneath him...
Cora shouted, "Fyren! What are you doing?"
Startled, Fyren scrambled up. "Oh! Uh... Officer Zoey's here? I was just... giving her a checkup."
Chloe stifled a laugh, quickly turning away to straighten her clothes.
Cora looked ready to explode. "Why are you cheating on me again?"
Fyren blinked. "I hadn't actually cheated yet - you walked in right before it happened."
Zoey scowled. "Fyren, please put your beast away temporarily. We have a case to discuss."
"Oh, right, right. I'll get it under control."
As Fyren adjusted his clothes, Chloe rushed over to help like a dutiful new bride. Tucking in his shirt, she sneakily copped a feel.
Cora glared. "Move aside!"
She shoved Chloe away and took over.
Fyren protested, "I can do it myself!"
"No! I'm handling this!"
Cora began meticulously arranging Fyren's attire.
For a moment, Fyren felt transported to their youth - from high school through college, Cora had always managed his daily needs.
She'd sacrificed so much, not just handling his personal affairs, but also caring for his parents, brother, even the family dog back then.
Cara had never prioritized her studies or inheriting the family business. With two younger brothers, she'd been content to support Fyren as his future partner.
Back then, she'd even washed his underwear.
Both lost in the memory, Cora expertly smoothed his clothes and patted his chest. "There."
Zoey looked nauseated. "Fyren, are we done here?"
"Oh, yes, ready."
"When exactly did you confirm EltonLeng's disappearance?"
"About two hours ago."
The two chatted briefly before Cora went out to prepare drinks, calling Chloe to assist.
As they exited, Cora turned to Chloe. "He doesn't like me slapping girls who chase after him... but I'd love to slap you."
Chloe lowered her head slightly. "I apologize for upsetting you."
"You seduced him, didn't you?"
"Yes."
Cora thought to herself, You've got nerve!
Admitting it outright instead of making excuses! This is a direct challenge!
"You think I can't handle you?"
Chloe smiled faintly. "I'm just a secretary. Fyren's heart belongs to you all. But if he wants to sample other flavors, can you really stop him? Even if you drown me in the ocean, there'll still be Chloe Zhang, Chloe Li, Chloe Zhao... I understand your anger, but taking me too seriously isn't wise."
Cora narrowed her eyes. "I see the little girl has ambition. No wonder you've stayed by his side so long. But remember - while I can't stop all those 'Chloes' from chasing my man, there's only one you. At the very least, I can make that one disappear."
"What if one Chloe could make the other Chloes disappear?"
"What do you mean?"
"There'll always be someone around him - whether one or many."
Cora laughed, her smile icy. "Keep watch over him for me. If you can't... I'll find someone who can."
"Yes, Miss."
Cora ordered sternly, "Go prepare the drinks."
"Yes."
...
Inside the room.
Zoey said disapprovingly, "Quite the playboy now, Fyren? Trading in your licking dog status for a harem?"
Fyren showed no patience. "Are we discussing the case or my love life? If it's the latter, I can start recounting from age eighteen."
"We've located EltonLeng and are deploying teams. Who's behind this?"
"Likely Otto and Hakan."
"'Likely'?"
"I can't be certain."
"You're waging a billion-dollar corporate war without even knowing your enemies?"
"If I claim certainty, I'd need proof. Since I have none, I remain uncertain."
"Does this connect to the shantytown project?"
"No."
"The new subway station?"
"Completely unrelated. Otto aims to control all four families - the Lengs are just his opening move."
"By your account, even if acquired, it would be Hakan's private asset. What's Otto's stake?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I explained."
"Then you'll have to say it first before I can decide whether to believe it or not."
"Hakan is already under the control of Otto's subordinate. Everything Hakan acquires in Northlandia will easily become Otto's."
"Oh?" Zoey clearly doubted this. "How could someone control a corporate titan like that? Hakan isn't exactly the compliant type, is he?"
"Normally no. But there exists a certain type of woman whose charm is overwhelming. Once she deploys her feminine wiles, Hakan would do anything."
"That sounds like a fairy tale you'd tell children."
"I knew you wouldn't believe it."
"You're the one making outrageous claims."
Fyren said, "Let me say this one last time - Otto has an extremely evil henchwoman. Exceptionally evil! She can turn men into puppets who dance on her strings, obeying her every command."
"If such magic truly existed, couldn't Otto have whatever he wanted?"
"That level of mind control can't be used casually. It requires precise timing and careful preparation."
"Our team is almost there. I believe Mr. Leng will be rescued soon. I hope what you're saying is true."
"EltonLeng should be in the process of being rescued. Whether he survives depends on his fate."
"What do you mean?"
"My men should have arrived by now."
"Your men?"
"Well... you could say that."
...
An abandoned old house.
The four figures - Otto, Hakan, Sabrina and Dissercace - stood observing the unconscious EltonLeng.
Hakan scowled. "Something's wrong! Did you guys even find that damn Fyren? That bastard's been interfering and I've already dumped over twenty billion into this!"
Otto said calmly, "I've paved the way for you. Whether you can win the commercial battle against Fyren is up to you now."
"You initially said Fyren wouldn't notice - that he'd be distracted with Eliza while we took Qingfeng. Now he's clearly holed up somewhere remotely directing this business war! I'm already bleeding money!"
"The more you invest now, the more you'll gain later. You need to decide."
"You—"
Sabrina approached and wrapped her arms around Hakan. "Hakan, my legs are tired from standing. Come keep me company!"
As their eyes met, Sabrina's pupils kept shifting colors while Hakan's pupils slightly dilated, their irises beginning to glow red.
"Of course, Sabrina. Tired? Let's go - we'll leave this to them. I'll take you to the hotel. Brother loves you!"
"But what about the business side? Will you lose to Fyren?"
"Lose to him? I'll call right now - I'll crush him with money! I'll buy out Qingfeng too!"
Otto watched them leave with a dark expression.
Dissercace studied Otto warily. "I know nothing of business wars. But our young master is clearly that woman's puppet now. What kind of trickery is this?"
Otto glared at him. "You've got some skill, but unfortunately you're too stupid. The brains grow on your young master's head—go ask him!"
"If I find out you harmed our young master, I won't let you off!"
"Can't you see how happy your young master is? Absolutely delighted!"
"You're too sneaky—don't look like any decent sort to me!"
"Mind your manners. I'm only giving you any courtesy because you're from Hakan. You're not even worth my fists."
"Oh? I see your honor is no ordinary man. I'd rather learn about Your Excellency's superior skills firsthand."
"With you? Are you worthy?"
Dissercace wanted to test Otto's limits and threw a punch. Otto immediately countered, and the two engaged in a fierce exchange.
Roof.
Copper King peeked through a broken hole in the roof. "Perfect! They're tearing each other apart! Get ready to move!"
"Copper King, which one's Fyren?"
"Idiot! Fyren's about the same age as the young lord—who do you think it is?"
"Damn, Fyren's got serious skills!"
"Beyond expectations! This won't be easy—no wonder the young lord kept losing to him!"
"What's the plan?"
"Follow my orders. First, we cripple Fyren. Then you two keep that middle-aged expert busy while I rescue Elton Leng."
The two men hesitated. The fat one spoke up: "Big brother... that expert looks strong too. The two of us might not be enough."
"Then I'll handle him! You two save the others!"
"Yes, sir!"
Copper King clenched his fists, grinding his teeth. "Wait for the right moment... Fyren, I'm going to ruin you!"