"Let go of me! Let go of me right now! By kidnapping me without any warning, you'll only bring disaster upon yourself—you'll be held accountable!" Zhang Yuping struggled, but this was no ordinary rope—it was a specially designed restraint. The more she fought, the tighter it bound her. Soon, Zhang Yuping was firmly secured, her face pale and her body growing weak. Peter was pleased, yet his expression grew serious, his eyes filled with resentment as he said, "Now tell me—how will you explain five bodies found in your company's street area, all of them crushed to death?" Only then did Zhang Yuping realize that Peter had kidnapped her not merely for a personal reason, but to avenge himself. The hidden masterminds behind the five American men's deaths were none other than this cunning, seemingly respectable man—this man whose heart, like a scorpion's, was as venomous as it was cold. Zhang Yuping was deeply indignant and immediately replied, "Peter, in our Chinese culture, there's a saying: 'Those who commit many injustices will ultimately perish.' You know what I mean!" "Peter shouted in fury, jumping up and down, pulling out a gun and aiming it directly at Zhang Yuping's forehead. 'Vice President! Vice President!' Just then, his trusted aide, Bower, had rushed in from outside, breathing heavily. Peter paused, impatiently asking, 'How has my task progressed? I've entrusted you with this!' 'Vice President! It's not good! Miss Daimona has left a letter!' Peter snatched the letter from Bower's hands, tore it open, and scanned it quickly. The elegant English read: 'Peter, please allow my sudden departure. Thank you for the generous loan you've provided me, but I still intend to repay you. You asked me to marry you this month—I truly cannot fulfill that request. Regardless, we will remain friends!' 'Friends! Hah! Friends!' Peter felt a deep sense of disappointment. Six years! I've pursued you for six years! I've offered you everything you've ever wanted, yet you still haven't chosen to be with me." Peter tore the credit card folded inside the envelope in half—the one he had personally given to Demona to treat her mother's illness. He stomped the card fiercely, as if frantic, saying, "Demona, I know you've changed your mind, for someone. Because he's come back! I know you still love him. He's a man with a $3 billion debt, and he's a spendthrift with several wives. You're the goddess of the entire United States—there's no way you can't find someone who's at least a hundredfold, maybe even a thousandfold better than a spendthrift. And that person is me. I'm already the Vice President of Electronic Arts in the U.S.—soon to become President! I have a net worth in the billions, and it's steadily rising!" Zhao Yупing looked at Peter with utter disdain and said simply, "Peter, true love isn't bought with money—it's priceless." "Then Peter became a mad dog—so consumed by frustration and disappointment that he had entirely transferred all his grievances onto Zhang Yurong. 'I can't get my heart's desire! I'm going to cut you to pieces! I'm truly at my wits' end today! You're a bad luck charm! I'm truly—' At this point, Peter was no longer human—he had become a demon, a wild beast. His animal instincts surged, pressing relentlessly upon Zhang Yurong, whose composed demeanor now faltered. That damned rope was beginning to drain her strength, turning her into a helpless lamb at the mercy of others. 'Hah! So fresh and vibrant—watching you is just getting better and better!' Peter, in truth, was a man of refined sensuality—he couldn't go a moment without a woman. His hands, always reaching out, now pressed firmly upon Zhang Yurong, who closed her eyes in despair. In her mind, she was silently calling out, 'Husband! Where are you?' Just then, a voice cut in sharply, 'Peter! Truly unexpected—I only made a single试探, and you've already turned into this state!' Peter immediately turned around. And there she was—Dai Meng Dai Mengna, the goddess who has captured the hearts of men across America, her golden hair flowing gently in the wind, her sapphire eyes sparkling, her oval face glowing with a healthy pink hue, slender and graceful, dressed in a perfectly elegant lotus-style qipao. Her white legs revealed made Peter feel increasingly enchanted. Yet, in Peter's presence, Dai Mengna remained particularly composed, never opting for anything too revealing. As soon as Peter saw her, he instantly softened from his earlier fierce demeanor, transforming into a eager, puppy-like figure, his face full of politeness, saying to her, "Dai Mengna, everything I've done has been for you! If you agree to marry us by the end of this month, I promise you will become the happiest woman in the world!" Dai Mengna shook her head and replied to Peter, "If you truly care about me, then please spare this young lady!" Peter hesitated, then feigned agreement, turning to the straight-backed Bower and shouting, "Quick! Unbind her!" Upon hearing the master's command, Bower immediately hurried to untie the rope, freeing Zhang Yuping. But while Madame Diamanda was distracted, Peter subtly signaled to Bower, who instantly understood and took Zhang Yuping with him. At that moment, only Peter and Madame Diamanda remained. Peter then fell to one knee before her, extending the small, peach-colored box in both hands and addressing the goddess with, "Madam Diamanda, please accept my most sincere gift!" Madame Diamanda did not reach for the box, but instead looked at Peter seriously and said, "Peter, do you know why I've suddenly changed my mind? It's because I've discovered that Electronic Arts' financial records are flawed!" From her handbag, she produced the ledger, which Peter saw and was struck with astonishment—truly unable to believe how she had managed to obtain such an official document from Electronic Arts. Peter had originally hoped to single-handedly pursue Dana with passionate determination, but he hadn't anticipated that, at this very moment, Dana would reveal her strongest card and immediately become furious. "Dana, really? You dare to question my financial records? Yes, I've kept the records—I'm not denying that. But what's the matter? As a female assistant in the Planning Department, do you think you have the right to intervene in the Chairman's affairs?" "Peter, don't try to hide behind the clouds. I've been observing the reasons behind Electronic Arts' consistent profitability despite its reported financial losses. It's all due to your persistent inefficiency!" Dana was a principled woman with a strong sense of justice—she particularly resented favoritism disguised as public service. "Peter, I'm doing this for you! If you don't publicize this matter, I can give you one million dollars right now—one million! That's enough for your mother to undergo surgery and treatment, and it will cover your entire lifetime expenses. Isn't that a good deal?" Peter had hoped that Demona would agree, but to his surprise, Demona was very cold: "Peter, I think you've gone mad! If our company has any more pests like you, it will soon collapse! Go! Hurry! Go and personally apologize to Chairman Kenneth, return the company funds you've illegally appropriated and the money you've diverted under various pretexts, and make a sincere, full disclosure—offer a favorable settlement if you cooperate, but face strict consequences if you resist!"