Dahlia returned to the company and sat in her large office chair, her fingertips tapping lightly on the smooth desk surface. On her screen, the briefing from her secretary clearly showed that pressure from Chenfei Group and the Duncan family behind it was spreading rapidly. After a moment of contemplation, she hesitated no longer. She picked up her phone, found that number she rarely initiated contact with yet knew by heart, and dialed. The phone rang several times before being answered. From the other end came Natasha's voice, deliberately calm yet unable to hide a trace of coldness and edge: "President Nicholson? What a rare guest. So, have you come to demonstrate the Montgomary Palace's thunderous methods, or to enjoy watching me in chaos?" Dahlia ignored the barb in her words and got straight to the point: "Natasha, the trouble Chenfei Group is facing—it wasn't me." "Ha." Natasha let out a contemptuous laugh, the mockery in her voice almost...