Johan panicked. "Oh, it's you, Ms. Carter," he said. "Our company has already finalized this story, so we can't retract it just because you say so."

Rachel gritted her teeth in anger. "If your story defames my company's products and is incorrect, shouldn't it be retracted?" she asked. "Do you want to persist in this mistake and bring down Wealthwave Group? Think carefully before you answer. Our company feeds thousands of families. Do you understand the consequences of destroying their livelihoods?"

Her righteous anger intimidated Johan; the implicit threat unsettled him even more. Wealthwave Group was a large enterprise, and he couldn't imagine the consequences of offending it. Scared to respond, he turned to Kyrie for help. "Mr. Parker, what do you think?" he asked.

Kyrie motioned for the two bar girls to leave. After they left, he frowned at Matthew. "Who is he?" he asked Rachel.

Rachel didn't hide anything. "He's my driver," she said.

Kyrie waved his hand. "Make him leave. Once he's gone, we can talk."

Rachel conceded, telling Matthew, "Wait for me outside." Matthew agreed and left, closing the door behind him. However, he didn't go far, remaining near the door, worried about Rachel's safety given the obvious threat from the two men.

With only the two women remaining, Kyrie smiled. "Ms. Carter," he said, "I've heard you're very pretty. To be honest, you're even more stunning than I imagined. Come and sit down. Let's talk while we eat."

Rachel remained standing. "Say it," she demanded. "Who sent you, and what do you want?"

Kyrie replied with a smile, "It doesn't matter who sent me. What's important is that, with a word from me, tomorrow's headline will be about Wealthwave Group's drug putting patients at risk of becoming comatose. That alone could spell doom for your company. Come here and drink with me. If you keep me happy, I'll tell you everything."

Rachel frowned deeply. She couldn't imagine the consequences if such news were published. From the moment she learned about this, she knew it was serious. That's why she'd rushed back for a meeting, personally handling everything to avoid mistakes. Now, facing unreasonable demands, she didn't dare leave.

Glaring at Kyrie, she asked, "Are you trying to destroy Wealthwave Group? Have you thought about the consequences?"

Kyrie stood up, his expression twisting with arrogance. "A small company like Wealthwave Group is nothing to me. What's there to worry about? Do you know my background? If I told you, it would scare you to death. You should just please me, and I'll let you know the solution."

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Rachel's arm. Rachel was startled, quickly stepping back. "Hey, you better show some respect!" she said angrily. "If you step forward again, I'll call the police!"

Kyrie didn't care. "Go ahead and call the police," he provoked. "If you do that, your company is finished. Even if you call the police, no one can do anything to me! If you accompany me for a night and make me happy, your company will be fine."

As he lunged at her, Rachel was so shocked she screamed, "Get away from me!" She used her bag to hit Kyrie's head. The zipper of the bag cut his skin, causing blood to flow.

Kyrie touched the wound, his fingers stained with blood. A twisted expression crossed his face. "Blood," he said, "seeing blood makes me even more excited."

Scared, Rachel stepped back, accidentally falling to the ground. Only then did Tracy, nearby, react, calling out, "Rachel!"