Fyren Zhang glanced back, seeing that Eliza Leng had already slammed the door and left, and quickly said earnestly, "Okay, okay, I'll be right there. Immediately."
Eliza Leng trembled with anger.
But this time, even she felt she was being unreasonable.
Didn't she hate Fyren Zhang? Wasn't it exactly what she wanted for him to go bother Xena Xu instead? Why was she so angry? And slamming his car door?
Slamming the door like that was so childish—now that bastard would think she actually cared about him!
But... she was furious!
Absolutely livid!
How could he... be like this?
What did Xena Xu even have? Wasn't she just some whiny, cutesy girl?
Disgusting!
From now on, they should all stay away from her! She, Eliza Leng, didn't care!
After walking a few steps, a faint hope suddenly rose in her heart.
That jerk... he must be chasing after her to coax her, right?
Hmph! Even if he tried to apologize, she'd ignore him!
What was his problem? If he didn't properly apologize today, she would never forgive him!
Eliza Leng strode forward, wanting to look back but not daring to, forcing herself to keep walking stiffly.
Using her phone screen as a mirror, she stole a glance—and saw Fyren Zhang's car speeding toward her. She couldn't help but smile, her heart suddenly lifting.
Hold it in!
Eliza Leng, hold it in! You can't let that bastard know he's affecting your emotions!
The car screeched to a stop beside her. Eliza Leng immediately halted, crossing her arms and coldly saying:
"What do you want now? Didn't you already run off to that Xu family girl? Don't bother me anymore."
"Uh-huh," Fyren Zhang said. "Then call your own assistant to pick you up. I'm leaving."
Without even giving her a chance to respond, he slammed the accelerator and sped off.
Eliza Leng's eyes widened as she watched his car disappear into the distance. She was completely enraged.
So angry she stomped her foot.
"Fyren Zhang! You—you've got some nerve!"
...
Fyren Zhang drove the business limousine, fingers tapping the steering wheel as he cheerfully sang, "The sky in the liberated area is clear and bright, the people of the liberated area love it so much..."
One heroine down—what a genius move!
Xena Xu's call couldn't have been more perfectly timed.
Now Eliza Leng would surely never forgive him. Perfect!
Next up: dealing with Xena Xu.
When he arrived at the conference hotel, Fyren Zhang spotted his team waiting anxiously at a glance.
But they were all looking behind his car, still holding their breath in anticipation.
All of them were surprised until he pushed the door open and stepped out of the car.
In the past, Fyren Zhang had been a connoisseur of modified cars. All his vehicles were luxury supercars - flashy, extravagant models that screamed "obscenely wealthy"...
But today, he emerged from a low-profile business sedan.
Moreover, Fyren Zhang's style had completely changed.
Gone were the exaggerated, colorful fashionable suits. Instead, he wore formal attire - a dark business suit paired with standard Oxford leather shoes, very proper and conventional.
Elegant and dignified.
Secretary Chloe hurried over. "Fyren."
"Oh, Chloe."
Chloe seemed nervous.
How could she not be? Her mother suffered from a rare illness that cost millions per year in treatment and rehabilitation.
She couldn't afford to lose this job.
Yet working as Fyren Zhang's secretary... was pure torment.
This man... was simply disgusting beyond words.
In previous years, his private life had been utterly depraved, his misdeeds too numerous to count.
As his personal secretary, what she witnessed shattered her worldview and made her hair stand on end.
And he groped her almost daily.
Making lewd jokes thinking himself humorous, lifting her skirt in passing no matter who was watching;
During meetings, cursing at subordinates while simultaneously reaching to touch her thighs;
The verbal harassment and molestation occurred so frequently that the girl often sneaked into the bathroom to cry her eyes out.
The past three years had been even worse...
Besides harassing her daily, he'd also become Eliza Leng's lapdog.
Many of his orders were so humiliating they crushed her spirit - having to go to Qingfeng Group on his behalf, where the staff... looked down on her as if she were some money-hungry woman willing to do anything.
But what choice did she have? At over 100,000 yuan monthly, her salary was at the industry's peak...
Without this income, her mother's medication would stop.
Offend Fyren Zhang, and she'd lose her mother forever.
Like a frightened bird expecting disaster any moment, Chloe lowered her head and said: "Fyren, the speech is ready. You can review it. There's still time - if unsatisfied, they'll revise it immediately per your instructions."
"Hm, I'll take a look."
Fyren Zhang strode in confidently, followed closely by his team with bodyguards flanking both sides. He was escorted directly into the lounge.
After reading the manuscript once, he nodded. "Okay, this is fine." Then handed it back to Chloe.
Everyone was shocked.
Fyren Zhang was notoriously difficult to please - the devil incarnate, a literal demon king. No matter how well you did your job, he'd inevitably find faults, curse you out, insult your entire family lineage, then make you revise it only to end up with something nearly identical to the original version.
But today, amazingly, he approved the first draft.
Chloe breathed a sigh of relief.
Fyren Zhang said, "Everyone out. Chloe stays."
The secretarial team exchanged relieved glances and playful smiles. They knew exactly what this meant!
What was Fyren known for? Hey hey, a carnivore! Which attractive female employee or executive hadn't been harassed by him? Today he even skipped his usual cursing - clearly couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
As for Chloe? She'd naturally put up token resistance while secretly willing... After all, everyone knew about their "special relationship." Chloe loved playing the pure innocent - exactly the type Fyren enjoyed preying on!
Once alone, Chloe stood trembling slightly.
Fyren Zhang looked up, about to speak, when he noticed her fear. Oh right.
This girl had been terrorized by the old Fyren Zhang - the villainous version of himself - and was now scared witless. What was her storyline again?
Ah yes! That time when he'd tried to force himself on her during one of his animalistic rages, Otto Long had appeared just in time to break both his legs and rescue her. Later, after confiding about her mother's condition, Otto miraculously cured her mother, earning Chloe's eternal gratitude.
Then Otto had confronted him on her behalf, won some ridiculous bet through sheer protagonist luck, humiliating him publicly while "freeing" Chloe from his control...
The subsequent plot... well, no need to explain. You all know how these harem stories go.
Another beautiful woman added to Otto's collection - devotedly supporting him from the shadows, asking nothing in return, even willing to serve as his maid. There was even that dramatic moment when she took a fatal blow meant for Otto and nearly died, only to be saved through some absurdly convoluted method.
Disgusting.
Fyren Zhang looked at the trembling, head-bowed Chloe and smiled. "Don't be nervous. I won't bully you."
"N-no, I'm not nervous."
Fyren Zhang sighed and thought to himself:
[Should I help her out and cure her mom's illness? If I go beg Xena Xu, she'd probably be willing to help, right?]
No, no, no—this is Otto Long's storyline. Her mom's illness can only be cured by Otto Long, so she'll fall into Otto's trap, become hopelessly devoted, and join his harem.
I have to fire her. It's too dangerous.
Chloe was so shocked her mind went blank.
What the hell!
He didn't actually speak—how...how did I hear his thoughts?
Him knowing about my mom's illness isn't surprising—for rich people like him, digging up my weaknesses to bully me would be easy.
But he's actually considering helping cure my mom?
And how does he know I met Otto recently? Is Otto really going to cure my mom?
I...I'm going to become part of Otto's harem?
But...Otto is simple and kind-hearted. If he can really cure my mom, I'd be willing to serve him like an ox.
I just don't know if he'll look down on me for working for Fyren Zhang.
My professional reputation is already ruined—everyone says I'm some lowly woman Young Master Fyren can...summon anytime.
But now he wants to fire me!
I can't lose this job!
Just as Chloe was about to speak, Fyren Zhang's thoughts shifted again.
[No, this girl has it hard. Bullied by me at work, caring for her mom after work. Enduring all the gossip alone isn't easy. Firing her now would be too much pressure.]
[Maybe I should leave things as they are for now. When Otto Long cures her mom and comes to confront me, I'll just let him take her away.]
[It's a shame. After bullying her for so long, I never actually helped her. But that beast Otto Long will handle everything—her problems don't need my concern.]
Chloe was even more stunned.
Fyren...is actually thinking about me?
He's worried about my stress and mental state, so he won't fire me...for now?
How is he so certain Otto will cure my mom?
And will Otto really come challenge him to "save" me? And Fyren would actually let me go?
And! This beast actually...feels sorry for bullying me? Wants to do something for me?
What's wrong with this world?
What's wrong with this man?
What's happening?
This is too strange!
Chloe was so shocked by Fyren Zhang's internal monologue that she couldn't speak. She stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes, her brain completely short-circuiting.
[Wait! Wait!]
Fyren Zhang suddenly thought of the most urgent matter.
If events unfolded as he knew they would, he'd have to be the one to first commit some beastly act against her. Just as he was about to succeed, Otto Long would appear at the perfect moment to save her—and break both his legs!
[So if I don't do something beastly to her, Otto Long won't show up?]
[Then in that case...to help cure her mom's illness, I must perform some beastly act! And inevitably get my legs broken by Otto Long!]
[Damn it all!]
Fyren Zhang's mind reeled.
Was this plot really so unavoidable?
To save a heroine, must one first play the villain?
Fyren Zhang looked down at his own long, toned legs:
[Legs, oh legs! How I've loved you dearly. But now it seems these companions of twenty-four years...oooooh...may not survive this ordeal!]