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At Villa fourteen in Clear Water Bay, Eric reclined shirtless, lighting a cigarette after an intimate moment. Christina playfully traced his muscular stomach with her well-manicured fingernail.

Eric swiftly grasped her hand, growling, "Enough teasing! I've already pushed back the event by three hours. Don't make me lose my temper."

Undeterred, Christina coaxed, "You're already here. Why not cancel altogether? It's just a product launch. You're in charge of Gordon Group. Rescheduling won't be an issue."

Eric's expression hardened instantly. He rose, dressed quickly, and gazed sternly at the pampered actress he'd indulged for so long.

"Christina," he said icily, "I've cautioned you before... don't push me too far. I can elevate you to stardom, but I can also strip everything away."

Stunned by Eric's unexpected harshness, Christina buried her face in the bed, sobbing.