Yet this devotion has been exploited by some with ulterior motives. Countless American men are enchanted by Dana's beauty; in the hearts of Americans, Dana stands as a living goddess, second only to the Statue of Liberty in New York. Dana's fans are spread across the nation, with thousands expressing their affection toward her every day, and tens of thousands daily. A handsome, well-dressed American man approaches—his arrival sends the crowd into a state of awe, admiration rising continuously. "Wow! David Borl, the most handsome man in the country! This diamond-in-the-rough bachelor, who has remained unmarried until now, has been quietly in love with Dana the goddess!" one of David Borl's female fans exclaims in astonishment. "How fortunate I haven't been blessed with such luck! If only I were as beautiful as Miss Dana!" another fan laments. "Wow! The one true love of America's top-gorgeous man is Dana the goddess! If only I could be as handsome as David Borl!" So cool and well-off—now I also have the chance to pursue Miss Damina!" a fashionable American man expressed in admiration. The entire room buzzed with excitement. David Borl personally stepped forward, his presence so commanding that it almost overshadowed everyone else, including the journalists. Instantly, the journalists' attention shifted from their usual subjects to David Borl, who now addressed him directly: "Could you please tell us what you're doing to ensure that Miss Damina's mother recovers?" David Borl smiled and replied, "This is strictly confidential. However, I can assure everyone that Miss Damina's mother will indeed recover. I can mobilize all the resources at my disposal, deploying significant human, material, and financial support to save her mother!" While making this public pledge, David Borl's eyes remained fixed on the graceful, blossoming Miss Damina, and he turned to her and said, "Esteemed Miss Damina, remember your promise from just now. I believe I will dedicate everything I have to you!" "Having said that, he took a bunch of crimson roses from his attendant, held them gently in both hands, and placed them before Demeter, then bowed slightly, kneeling on one knee and saying, 'In my heart, you have always been my Venus goddess. Please accept this heartfelt offering!' Everyone expected Demeter to accept—indeed, even High Light and Zhang Yuping, as well as the silver and golden armor guards, had assumed she would. Yet Demeter remained composed. With her right hand, she gently brushed a strand of golden hair, performing a graceful gesture, and turned to David Pol, saying, 'Thank you for your sincerity! But what I truly seek is proof. If my mother indeed remains in good health, then perhaps—'" David Pol felt somewhat embarrassed. To have his public gesture of presenting flowers to the goddess go unaccepted was indeed a setback. After all, he was a prominent figure—son of the only child of one of America's top ten conglomerates, the Chevron Petroleum Corporation, and a Harvard Business School graduate who immediately assumed the role of general manager in his family's enterprise, known for his youthful brilliance and promise. Under David Bor's leadership, Mobil Oil achieved a doubling of its performance and became a household name. A beloved figure among girls across the United States, David Bor is not only handsome and wealthy but also holds a unique status—making him a constant recipient of affection from countless young women. Yet, despite this, David Bor has consistently declined every proposal of love, leaving many puzzled. Known affectionately as the "Cold Prince," he remains indifferent, and girls throughout the country continue to wonder who David Bor truly loves. Now, the answer has been revealed. It is Miss Demona, the public face of the nation. David Bor has, in effect, made himself an inconvenience, but he remains undaunted. He immediately picked up the phone, and soon, the most distinguished medical professor at Harvard University assured him: "We will do everything possible to cure Miss Demona's mother's illness." A medical team composed of eight expert professors from Harvard Medical School was immediately formed, but David Borl still felt uneasy and promptly invited ten expert professors from Stanford University Medical School to join. The result was an 18-member, top-tier national medical rescue team—rare in U.S. history, even for the President, who has rarely mobilized such extensive resources. I have ample funds, and by investing money, I achieve remarkable efficiency. Securing Miss Daimona is my primary objective. As David Borl anticipated, the 18-member specialized care team proved exceptional. Within a short time, they diagnosed that Miss Daimona's mother had been taking a chronic medication whose toxicity had affected her heart, requiring cardiac surgery. The electrocardiogram showed a steady, flat line—indicating temporary cardiac arrest, a state of apparent death. But it's also highly risky—should the surgery not succeed within two hours, the patient would surely die. For top medical experts, cardiac surgery is a routine procedure. After all, medical technology today, especially at Harvard and Stanford University Medical Schools in the United States, leads the world. With advanced medical equipment, well-established healthcare systems, a highly competent medical workforce, and unique, effective medical techniques and standards, any patient can be cured—provided the patient has a chance of recovery. However, for truly incurable conditions, the situation is different. Eighteen medical rescue teams confidently assured David Borl: "Cardiac surgery may not achieve a 100% success rate, but a 90% success rate is absolutely achievable!" "Excellent! Excellent!" David Borl felt confident and thrilled, and before the surgery even began, he instructed his secretary to personally deliver a $1 million cash bonus to each staff member. David Borl added, "After the operation is a success, each of you will receive an additional $9 million bonus!" This news left all the medical personnel excited and energized, working with renewed dedication and commitment to ensure the successful completion of this landmark cardiac surgery. "I need to go back to the office!" Zhang Yuping had just received a call from her assistant Lin Yaomin, who said the general manager needed to return immediately—there was an important decision waiting for her personal approval. Gao Liang said, "I'd like to see just how David Borlás manages to finish this performance." Zhang Yuping rolled her eyes, slightly displeased, and gently squeezed the tender flesh at Gao Liang's waist. Gao Liang winced and shook with pain, quickly saying, "Honey! Let go!"