Dong Jiao covered her face, unable to speak. Soon, the strong Black man drove the yacht to a luxury cruise ship by the seaside, forcing Dong Jiao onto the vessel. The yacht sped off swiftly toward the deep sea. A grand cruise ship was also sailing deeper into the ocean, and as the yacht approached it, the two vessels drew nearer. This was a long-range cruise ship, David Bor's private vessel, and Dong Jiao was pushed from the yacht onto the cruise ship, directly in front of a man wearing sunglasses on his left eye. The strong Black man then stepped back. The man, attended by two American beach girls, frequently used his hands to pinch the girls' breasts, causing them to gasp and shout. As he watched their reactions, he smiled lasciviously. Upon seeing Dong Jiao arrive, the man refused to let go of his hands, in fact, he pressed harder, prompting the two girls to cry out in succession. Dong Jiao realized—there he was, none other than David Bor. David Boer stared at Dong Jiao with a lingering, almost insincere charm, no longer hiding his true, hypocritical nature, and said to her firmly, "Beauty, you have only two choices. Either sign here and become my woman—my woman—and I'll make you enjoy endless wealth and glory. Or... well, hum!" As he spoke, he glanced down from the deck of the cruise ship, where the waves were roaring and sharks periodically surged up from the depths. Dong Jiao felt a chill run through her—of course, she knew exactly what David Boer meant. She stood frozen. At that moment, David Boer gave a subtle signal to the two American women who had just been there. The two lively American girls caught the cue, and while Dong Jiao wasn't paying attention, they gently took her delicate hands, dipped them in ink, and pressed her fingerprints onto the agreement that David Boer had prepared in advance. With a satisfied smile, David Boer looked at the handprints Dong Jiao had been forced to leave and declared, "The deal is sealed." "Dong Jiao turned to David Borl said, 'David, you are truly base! I never cared about your money at all! Speak up now! What exactly do you want to do?' 'Hmph! What do I want to do? What do I want to do? Highlight! He nearly ruined me financially—now I'm going to bring down my own company, Desire to Become a God. Even if I can't destroy him completely, I'll make his life a misery!' David Borl finally revealed his true intentions. In fact, Dong Jiao didn't know that her husband was thriving in the United States, frequently monitored by David's henchmen at the Metropolitan Music Café, with hardly any communication outside that circle. This meant Dong Jiao lived a closed-off life—one she didn't particularly enjoy—yet for survival, she had to endure it. Though separated from her husband, she still deeply missed him. She wondered how he was doing. Of course, she needed her husband to live safely and smoothly. So she appealed to David Por, saying, "David, as long as you don't harm Gao Liang, I'll agree to do some things for you!" David Por's face lit up with lust, assuming Dong Jiao had agreed to the matter, and charged at her like a wild bull. Dong Jiao quickly stepped back, only for David Por to come up short. From her pocket, she pulled out a pair of scissors and, pointing them at her own throat, demanded, "David!" "If you dare take another step, I'll die right in front of you!" David Borl wouldn't let this Eastern beauty perish; his tone immediately softened. "Madam, I know you're not after money, but do you realize how many actresses dream of making it in Hollywood? If you're willing to work with me, I can launch you—position you as a major star! Our Mobil Oil Company has plenty of funds—actually, a great deal of money!" At that moment, a voice interjected: "David! I've said it before—she's just a little duck! She wants to be a swan, but she simply doesn't belong!" Turning to look,董姣 saw it was Hollywood star Heidi, the actress who rose to fame through her revealing costumes, known for her complex social connections—she had relationships with nearly every prominent figure, including David Borl. Heidi's remark struck董姣 once again. Though she could endure any hardship, she could never bear to be looked down upon. "Heidi! I'll prove it to you!" "I believe that with hard work, I will succeed!" As soon as Dong Jiao finished speaking, Hedi sniffed, held a slender cigarette between her teeth, exhaled rings of smoke that curled toward Dong Jiao's ear, and mockingly remarked, "Oh! Oh! You're really full of confidence. Do you know how difficult it is to break into Hollywood these days? The Metropolitan Opera in New York has just welcomed another Eastern beauty, one who comes with strong backing—can you possibly match her?" "No matter how difficult it may be—I will work hard!" Dong Jiao, much like Gao Liang, possessed an unyielding spirit, always determined to win no matter what the challenges. "Clap! Clap! Clap!" David Borl clapped enthusiastically, "That was fantastic! That was fantastic! Tomorrow, we're going to the Metropolitan Opera. Just one question, Miss Dong—will you dare to go?" Without hesitation, Dong Jiao replied, "I'll go!" The scene shifts to Huangao, who resides in the White House in Washington, enjoying the distinguished guest treatment that makes his suite nearly as luxurious as President Howard's presidential suite. With the charming young lady, Yu Die, his fourth wife, by his side, he feels exceptionally at ease. Today, Yu Die has changed her outfit—wearing a soft pink nurse's uniform. As Huangao still lies in bed, she gently slips in from outside, moving silently toward his bedside, crouching beneath the bed and gently brushing his ears with a feather. Huangao's ears immediately tingle, yet he remains lazily stretching his arms. Goodness, these young people are always so busy—Huangao just wants to sleep soundly. Naturally, he doesn't open his eyes, merely patting at his ears with his hands. Then, Huangao continues to sleep. Yu Die pouts slightly, murmuring, "Husband, husband—do you always just love to sleep? You've already been asleep for over eleven hours—can't you do better?" You sleep, I won’t let you. So I keep scratching. But our little beauty has her own tricks when it comes to handling her husband. This time, she changed the spot—she focused directly on his bright nose. "Ow! Ow!" The bright one suddenly sneezed, accidentally opening his eyes. He looked around and gasped—sunlight had climbed all the way to the top of the window, and oh no, today was the day for training and upgrading. Yet, our bright one truly intended to slack off today.