She completely shifted from her earlier stream-of-consciousness talk about work, adopting a soft, tender tone and saying, "Husband, it's already been two months since we've been apart—how long that feels! I wonder if you're thinking of me at all?" High-light gently kissed his own hand, and through the phone connection, that gesture reached Miyuki in Tokyo, filling her heart with sweet warmth. "Husband, when are you coming to Japan? I miss you so much! I think of you every night!" Miyuki spoke in a quiet, gentle voice. "I really want to take you right now and make you my own!" High-light said with a sultry tone. "Then come and take care of me right away! I'm right here in our home on the 18th floor of Ginza, Tokyo!" Miyuki responded with a warm, suggestive tone. High-light's body instantly responded—goodness, little High-light had finally started to show his true self. These days had been truly difficult, especially without his two wives nearby to attend to his physical needs. He had to hold on, he had to hold on. Since Dong Mengyao left, there had been no word from her—she was well? Just as he was thinking this, his highlighted phone rang again. When he answered, it was Dai Mengna's voice—his wife—whom he hadn't heard from in a long time. "Mengna! Where are you now? Still in New York?" he asked with concern. "Honey, I'm so sorry. I really don't want to keep calling EA anymore!" Mengna's voice was full of sorrow. "I'm facing some difficulties. Please tell me quickly, honey—I can help you!" Huang said eagerly. "I'd like to resign! Please let me go!" Mengna spoke softly. "No way! Not yet! At least for one week! I'm coming to the U.S.!" Huang responded firmly. "It's too late! Everything's too late!" Mengna's words were mournful, as though she had many thoughts to share, which deeply touched Huang, making him want to understand what was going on, yet Mengna wouldn't say anything more. "I don't care! I want you to stay here for one week!" "Highlight issued the order now: 'I'm issuing this directive as President of Electronic Arts! Madam Diamanda, though I'm not in the United States, as President I must be accountable to Electronic Arts and to all our shareholders. Therefore, you must stand firm! Did you hear me?' Highlight spoke with serious determination. 'I can't hold on! Truly! Our company's monthly operating performance has been steadily declining! We're now facing massive losses!' Diamanda sighed, looking deeply weighed down. 'Don't worry! As long as you're here, we're all here!' Highlight softened his tone, giving Diamanda strength and resolve. Diamanda cried—she cried deeply, leaving Highlight utterly disoriented. 'Husband! Perhaps this will be the last time I call you that! When you come to the United States every week, you'll find me gone! I want to live the life I truly desire! I can no longer accompany you! Have you forgotten me?' Diamanda's words left Highlight completely motionless." The most important woman in my life had suddenly decided to leave me. "No! No! I won't accept it! You're mine—you're the one I've highlighted! You must be facing tremendous difficulties, right? Don't worry—I'll immediately fly to your side to help you overcome every challenge! Yes, please, don't go! You know how much I care about you!" High-light's words were full of passion, and once again, Dian-Meng found herself choked up. "Husband, I know. But I have to leave you too—because I simply have to do this!" Dian-Meng spoke with a voice trembling with emotion. "Husband, I'm leaving. Please forgive me for this departure!" The phone call ended, and High-light never heard again the heavenly quality of Dian-Meng's English voice. High-light lowered his head, his hands covering his face, pounding the table in the bedroom, calling out in a hoarse voice: "My wife! I've been so busy lately! I've neglected you! I will surely bring you back to me again!" "If any woman dares to touch mine, I'll make him die!" High Light crushed the porcelain cup in his hands, bleeding from the fingers, yet he didn't flinch. As he spoke these words, the door to his room was suddenly slammed open, four men with their guns pointed directly at him, bundling High Light tightly while he was still reeling from his sorrow. "Master Xie! It's him! He killed our Kun!" The man with the yellow hair and the green hair pointed at High Light, addressing a middle-aged man wearing glasses and with a scar across his face. Fire surged in Xie Zhen Tian's eyes. He gave a signal to the two men, who immediately whipped High Light with a leather lash. "Ah!" The lash, tipped with iron nails, struck High Light in the waist, and blood poured out. "Whip him hard! Whip him to death!" Xie Zhen Tian ordered. The two men went wild, taking turns to lash him, and High Light, growing more and more in pain, gradually lost consciousness. "There are still those two beauties in the room! Bring them up!" Xie Zhen Tian grinned lasciviously. Xia Yu and Qin Xue had their mouths stuffed with towels, their hands bound, watching with growing concern the injured Gao Liang. A horror scene unfolded in Room 868. Xie Zhen Tian intended to forcibly assault the two beautiful women right in front of Gao Liang. Gao Liang quickly shouted, "Don't touch them!" "I'm not moving an inch!" Xie Zhen Tian smiled slyly, approaching Xia Yu. He gently supported her small back with his right hand, praising her as he went, "It's no wonder Mr. Ma is so deeply in love with you—she truly is a stunning beauty. But today, once I have you, you're mine!" "You! Baseless!" Xia Yu spat out the three words, her face furious. Xie Zhen Tian then moved to Qin Xue, inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes, marveling, "Oh, how fragrant! I've tasted countless young women's body scents, but never one quite like yours!" "Today, I'm going to really enjoy myself!" said Shieh Chen, giving a sharp pinch to Qin Xue's delicate face. "Hmph! Player!" Qin Xue pushed back hard, spitting out the towel. Huang Mao and Green Hair quickly stepped in, urging, "Be quiet! Otherwise, our boss will first seduce and then kill—first kill, then seduce!" The scene began—right away, the drama of Shieh Chen's seduction of the two beautiful women unfolded. The women's shirts were lifted open with a knife, each lift causing them to tremble. Layer by layer, their skin was revealed, unveiling their fair, bare bodies from head to toe. Then, in front of everyone, they enjoyed their moment of pleasure. At this point, Shieh Chen was more than satisfied—he even had Huang Mao and Green Hair operate the DV camera to document the entire process, so he could relive it whenever he wished. This was his habit: every time he engaged with a woman, he would record it on DV and revisit it during his leisure time. The "beautiful photo affair"—what a delight! I simply love creating such moments. With photos and videos of the beautiful women, they'll surely yield "You've spared them!" High Light said with all his remaining strength. "Very well! Very well! But with one condition!" Xie Zhen Tian deliberately emphasized the words "condition." "Speak!" As soon as High Light spoke, Xie Zhen Tian responded, "The scale of the Zhú Lián Help is growing ever larger, and so is the number of my brothers. What I need now is money! Money! A lot of money!" "How much?" High Light asked. "Ten million New Taiwan Dollars! No! One hundred million New Taiwan Dollars! No! One billion! No! Ten billion!" Xie Zhen Tian was truly unashamed, adding stakes one after another with such boldness. "That's absolutely ridiculous! Do you think I can possibly come up with that now?" The two companies' total assets amount to no more than 10 billion, but in reality, they have even less—50% of it comes from investor contributions. After deducting the costs for office software and hardware, the remaining balance is actually just under 10 billion, though even that figure is somewhat optimistic. I believe most of it is held in banks, jointly managed and risk-shared with the banks. I simply can't access a large amount of cash, so the actual funds I personally control are only 1 billion! This revelation left Xie Zhen Tian stunned. "Currently, the funds available on my credit card in Taiwan amount to just 10 million New Taiwan Dollars!" As soon as Xie Zhen Tian heard this, his heart sank. "If you don't mind it being a little short, take it all! Just let these two beautiful ladies go!" Xie Zhen Tian pulled out the credit card, which Huang Mao and Green Hair eagerly accepted. After entering the password as instructed, they went to the hotel's card terminal to verify it and immediately returned with bright smiles: "Mr. Xie! Exactly 10 million New Taiwan Dollars!" "Great! Got it! We've freed these two beauties!" Immediately, Xia Yu and Qin Xue were unbound and released.