Eliza, dressed in the changing room, laughed as she blew out her hair while watching Fyren rummage through it, unable to find anything that fit her.
"And you're still laughing."
"Hey, it's the first time you've been in my lounge in three years, isn't it?"
"Of course not," Fyren said casually. "I gave you that big bathtub, did you forget? Knowing how hard you work, your favorite way to decompress and ease your exhaustion is a bubble bath. Then I called the construction team to come redesign it, and got you the big bathroom and that king-size resting bed in your office."
"Fuck you!"
Eliza turned the hair dryer on Fyren. "You think I don't know what you were thinking? Getting me a king-size bed in here specifically and leaving the secret door open. Nothing but dirty thoughts in that head of yours."
Fyren also laughed. "Aiya, what a pity it's all gone to waste. Where's the secret door now? You happily took the big bathtub and then told me to get lost."
Eliza snorted and came over to wrap her arms around Fyren. "You know, how come I didn't realize how good you were these past three years?"
Fyren quickly pulled away slightly. "Hey hey hey, be careful...your clothes are too thin, I can feel everything..."
"You used to want to stick to me all the time. Now you avoid me like the plague? I don't care, I have to be next to you, right next to you, just next to you..."
As the two were carrying on, the secretary general came knocking on the door again, hearing the sounds of flirtation between a man and woman coming from the changing room.
She grew nervous.
What the hell!
Eliza's cheating and I've caught her red-handed... If I don't handle this properly, it could mean the end of my career.
She deliberately stood farther away. "Eliza, Fyren!"
She emphasized firmly: "Fyren from the Zhang family is waiting for you in the conference room."
"I know. Oops, you're so annoying - don't you dare run away, stop!"
"Someone's here!"
"So what if someone's here? Come here, let your sister have some fun."
"Stop messing around, we have business to attend to."
"You are your sister's business. Anyway, your clothes are wet - take them off and I'll dry you."
The secretary general was going crazy.
This wasn't just backstabbing?
Eliza wasn't like this before! She was so proper she'd never even acted overly familiar with any man.
This...could it be her feminine instincts awakening?
But the main man is waiting outside! If Young Master Fyren found out about this, the two families would be set on a collision course!
"Eliza, Fyren is here, you should...maybe think this through first."
"Got it. Tell him to wait - I'll come out after showering and changing. Hey, why do you keep moving away from me? Come here - consider this your reward for doing good work today. Rub some body lotion on me... Get over here!"
The Secretary-General shook his head and sighed.
Is Eliza doing this on purpose? Is she trying to embarrass the Zhang family?
Just as she was about to leave, Eliza called out to her, "Secretary-General."
"Oh, Eliza."
"Go find a set of men's clothes—get a full set tailored to Fyren's measurements, and hurry. Everything: dress pants, underwear, shirt, and shoes."
"Yes, I'll send someone right away."
"Deliver it directly here!"
"Understood."
Outside, Otto was practically dying of anxiety.
But there was nothing he could do—he had to stay calm at a time like this.
While soothing the "Fyren" outside, the Secretary-General summoned someone to immediately purchase the clothes, packed them in a black bag, and delivered them to the "man-stealing" duo inside.
To put it simply, the two of them were in there for a full hour.
Eliza alone was a time-waster—after showering, drying off, applying makeup, and picking out clothes…
She even helped Fyren get dressed like a newlywed bride.
"Will this face ever change back? It looks so awkward."
"Of course." Fyren adjusted her clothes as she spoke. "Otto and I both hate each other's faces, so it'll definitely revert."
"Good. I still prefer your real face."
Fyren couldn't even muster the energy to respond with any more desperate words—this woman was utterly hopeless.
While changing, they had already called Xena in advance to explain the situation.
Fyren's intention was to prevent Otto from using his identity to deceive her, but Xena got excited upon hearing the news and said she'd come right over.
What do you mean, right over? Who asked you to come?
But the other party didn't care—she just hung up.
By the time they arrived at the reception room, Eliza had changed into a brand-new professional outfit.
Still the same stunning, glamorous female CEO—radiant as ever.
Otto smiled faintly. "Eliza, I have an appointment with an old friend. Could you have the doorman let me out?"
"Of course."
The Iron King waited.
Stay calm, he told himself.
Fyren, that bastard—pretending to be him, the young master, giving him orders at this point—had told him to wait in the reception room.
How dare he demand that he pitch some so-and-so project and hand over five billion dollars?
Fine. He'd wait.
You goddamn bastard, asshole, donkey-brained fool—do you really take me for an idiot?!
If I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'll be your grandson!
As he waited, he was shocked to see Xena.
Xena even cheerfully came over to greet him.
Oh, great. You're all in on this act, huh? You really think I'm clueless.
Just wait. Every ounce of humiliation, every bit of frustration I've endured, all the rage I've felt—you'll get to savor it.
Savor it.
Iron King walked in with Xena, much to everyone's surprise.
Otto spotted what appeared to be a man's figure in the living room. "Who's in there?"
Eliza frowned. "None of your business."
Otto was about to speak when a receptionist in the back announced, "Eliza, Fyren, Mr. Iron has arrived."
Otto decided to handle his business first before addressing anything else.
"Eliza, this is Mr. Iron—you've met him. I've been reconsidering, and I believe investing in that land is safer. Shantytown and amusement city—we're doubling down on both. Mr. Iron, let's sign the contract."
The Secretary-General had already prepared the contract as requested.
Iron King strode over, a smirk on his face as he looked at 'Fyren.'
"Sign here, here, and here. Put your fingerprints on it, transfer the payment, and then you're done."
"Signing, huh?" Iron King grinned.
Otto glared at him. "What's your problem? Is my word not good enough?"
"Haha, of course it is—you're the Young Master!"
"Then stop wasting time. I'm in a hurry."
"Fine, fine. Five billion dollars—let's see your face."
"Here." Otto was too fed up to argue.
Suddenly, Iron King lashed out and delivered a resounding slap across Otto's face.
Otto staggered, spinning twice before steadying himself. He stared at Iron King in shock.
"You fucking—"
Iron King smiled. "Dare I ask, Young Master—was that slap from your subordinate acceptable?"
"You dare hit me? Do you even know who I am?"
"You? You're a chickenshit coward!" Iron King snapped, landing another brutal slap.
Eliza was baffled.
The Secretary-General and the others were equally confused.
Fyren, hiding inside, was even more bewildered.
What the hell?! The two of them used the Face Shift Technique before even confirming their identities!
Only Xena was thrilled.
Go on! Do it!
The Secretary-General moved to intervene, but Eliza stopped him with a raised hand.
Eliza said coldly, "Mr. Iron, are you here to discuss business or to assault people?"
Iron King replied, "Beat him first, then talk business."
Otto wiped the blood trickling from his mouth and nose, smearing it across his hand. "Take a good fucking look—I'm Fyren! Your Young Master!"
"I know, I know. Hello, Young Master! Young Master, why don't you teach me how to perform the Iron Palm?"
Iron King seized Otto by the collar, his hand rising like a cleaver before chopping down viciously.
"Hah!"
Whack!
"Agh—!"
Everyone heard the sickening crack of a sternum fracturing.
Otto collapsed, blood gushing from his mouth. "You… stupid…"
Iron King grabbed Otto by the hair, yanking him upright, while his other hand cupped his ear mockingly. "Huh? What was that? I can't hear you!"
Iron King drove a knee into the small of Otto's back, followed by a left hook, a right hook, muttered a phrase about how those who mess with him are in danger, and finished with a perfect roundhouse kick!
Otto went flying and crashed into the corner.
The Secretary-General's face drained of color in fear. "Eliza... What kind of man is this? He's too violent! We need to call the police - Fyren will be killed!"
Eliza said calmly, "Let's watch first."
"What? Just watch?!"
Iron King pinned Otto in the corner, delivering kick after relentless kick, each one popping up to strike again.
"Stop... no more... I... I surrender..."
"What? You're giving in? Keep pretending! Keep lying to me! You think you're so smart, don't you? Such a great actor, right? Always full of drama! Think you can have it both ways? Proud of your pretty face? The jade thief! The one who leaves the bathroom door open!"
Otto, saving his breath, cried out: "No! I didn't! I never left the bathroom door open!"
"Bullshit! Can't I accuse you of anything? Huh? Answer me! Can I or not?!"
Iron King gritted his teeth and delivered another crushing kick.
"Yes, you can..."
"Talk! Speak!"
Every word from Iron King was punctuated with another blow.
"Why... why... do you always... always... never... say... anything?!"
Finally, he grabbed a chair and smashed it haphazardly onto Otto, who had curled up defenseless in the corner.
"This time! Everyone! It's too much fun! Game on!"
Iron King had finally finished his beating.
The Secretary-General could barely stand anymore. Her beautiful legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, trembled weakly, forcing her to lean on Eliza for support.
"Eliza, are we still watching?"
Eliza gave her a look. "Sit down."
"And then what?"
"Sit and watch."
The Secretary-General stared at Eliza and thought: Are you the devil?!
Xena rushed over and pulled Iron King away. "What gives you the right to hit someone?!"
Otto was already sobbing.
Twin trails of tears ran down his cheeks. "You could have... said this earlier..."
Xena leaned close to Otto's ear. "Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, got it."
Meanwhile, Iron King rolled up his sleeves. "That's how you fight! Learn from that!"
The four bodyguards immediately chanted: "Iron King is mighty!"
Xena stood up and glared furiously at Iron King: "Our Fyren wants to know if you haven't eaten! Those weak hits were like scratching an itch!"
Iron King whipped his head around, eyes blazing with fury - sharp and vicious.
Otto lay paralyzed in the corner, battered, bloodied, and disfigured, desperate panic flooding his eyes.
"Damn! Still acting tough?!"
Iron King barked to his men: "Bring me my wolfsbane!"
The Secretary-General nearly fell out of her seat.
Xena... is this devil for real?!
Compared to you, our Eliza is an angel.