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"Absolutely stunning."

Li Zhiyan felt a brief flicker of interest—female executive? Must be a mature woman. That was slightly intriguing.

"People are saying that this time, the head office is sending someone down to compete for the CEO position. If they reelect someone to be our new CEO, it might not be Catherine anymore."

"The pressure on that woman will be immense. Every senior executive who has a shot at the top will be her enemy."

"If you can't take being bullied anymore, you could report her to the new exec coming in."

Looking up, Liu Jinxin came walking this way.

Wang Ya quietly added another comment: "Don't tell anyone I said that."

After speaking, Wang Ya turned and went back to her workstation.

"Li Zhiyan, the president wants you in her office."

Liu Jinxin's gaze was filled with pity. This poor soul—his daily life revolved around being humiliated by the president, sometimes even slapped across the face.

What was the point of living like this?

The sheer suffocation was hard to put into words.

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Inside Catherine's office, Li Zhiyan noticed a faint trace of worry etched on her beautiful face.

Clearly, Wang Ya's words weren't baseless. Between the pressures of the CEO position and their remaining four agreements, Catherine's condition was visibly being affected.

"President."

"Mm. Lock the door."

Catherine said, her mind drifting to yesterday—it had been Li Zhiyan's birthday, and she'd gone out of her way to help him celebrate.

All for the sake of their agreement. Yesterday, she had truly swallowed her pride, throwing herself into preparing a birthday surprise for a mere low-level employee she looked down on—a yellow-skinned nobody!

Just thinking about it made Catherine's chest burn with humiliation, though thankfully there were only four agreements left. She needed to hold out and give it her all.

Once these were done, she'd make Li Zhiyan pay dearly. He would shoulder crippling debt, and when that moment came, this insignificant little pauper would kneel before her, licking her high heels.

That was the day she was waiting for!

"Come over, massage my feet."

Reclining on the sofa, Catherine shifted her slender legs wrapped in black stockings onto the couch. She was once again transformed into the aloof and domineering Catherine, the President.

After sitting down, Li Zhiyan placed Catherine's stocking-clad feet gently in his hands, removing her high heels with care.

These sessions of workplace humiliation involving her black stockings had become so routine that Li Zhiyan was entirely accustomed to the process.

Catherine wasted no time positioning her stockinged feet against Li Zhiyan's abdomen with practiced ease.

"Massage my thighs and stomach."

Since a prior episode of intimacy with Li Zhiyan, Catherine had grown indifferent to him touching her legs.

In fact, she found his touch useful—it made him feel exhilarated, which played into her broader schemes.

"Li Zhiyan."

"Did you enjoy your birthday yesterday?"

With her eyes closed, savoring the massage, Catherine asked softly, a pale blush blooming across her delicate features.

"It was pretty great."

Yesterday had been the happiest day of Li Zhiyan's life. Though his parents loved him, they were traditional and stern.

They'd never celebrated his birthday.

But yesterday, even his aunts had bestowed him with expensive gifts, and the foreign beauty had treated him to an exorbitant meal.

It was hard for Li Zhiyan not to feel delighted.

"President, I heard they might be appointing senior executives from the head office?"

"Stop nosing around about matters that don't concern you. You're just a lowly employee—not someone worthy of knowing about such things!"

Opening her eyes, Catherine shot Li Zhiyan a disdainful look, her contempt for him bubbling over.

"President, you really do look down on me. But if that's the case, why did you go out of your way to seduce me?"

"Seems like you're not as dignified as you like to think."

Li Zhiyan didn't hold back. By now, he had no fear of Catherine. Whatever happened, Aunt Lai was there to back him.

He had nothing to be concerned about.

"You pathetic yellow-skinned nobody!"

Catherine snapped, struggling to hold herself together. She wanted to strike him hard across the face, but remembering his martial arts skills, she restrained herself.

Slapping him wouldn't be a wise move.

"I think it's white people who are pathetic."

"Not only do they age quickly, but they smell."

Li Zhiyan's voice carried an unwavering conviction. He remained deeply satisfied with his own ethnicity.

Catherine's snow-white complexion flared in indignation, turning a fiery red.

Ethnicity and career—two pillars of her immense pride—had always been Catherine's sources of confidence.

Yet now, someone she saw as utterly beneath her was hurling taunts at her!

"Who are you calling smelly?!"

Catherine knew she was impeccably clean, without the faintest hint of odor. Overcome by rage, she reached out to slap Li Zhiyan.

Of course, her wrist was effortlessly caught by Li Zhiyan.

"President, I wasn't referring to you."

Li Zhiyan knew Catherine was an exceptionally clean woman—fresh and pristine to an astonishing degree.

"But it seems you're aware there's nothing inherently superior about your ethnicity after all."

Clenching her fists, Catherine pulled back, closing her eyes once again, allowing Li Zhiyan's hands to roam freely over her long, slender legs.