"What ex-girlfriend? She’s a bitch who I got fed up with a long time ago. If she didn’t have some value, I wouldn’t even talk to her." Owen sat beside Eric and listened to him. The anger in his heart rose. He felt that Bruce had really punished him too lightly last time. It seemed like he hadn’t learned his lesson at all.

"What, is President Owen angry? Don’t mind me. I don’t know how to talk nice." Eric saw that Owen didn’t look too happy, so he smiled again.

"Huh, let me see the video first to see if it’s worth two million?" As Owen listened to Eric, he controlled his emotions and looked up at him again.

"President Owen, didn’t your assistant just take the video? I don’t have it here."

"I can tell you about that b*tch Anita seducing people behind your back. You’re actually willing to spend money on her? Don’t you know you’ve been cuckolded?" Eric had come prepared today, so he was not afraid of Owen at all. His words started to become more and more arrogant.

"Eric, I advise you to watch your mouth." Bruce, who was standing beside him, heard that Eric’s words were getting more and more overboard. He could barely control himself from rushing forward to beat him up.

"What? This assistant can’t stand me? I can’t stand you rich people either. You can easily earn a few million, but what about us? We can’t even get a fair chance no matter how hard we work," Eric glanced at Bruce and said agitatedly.

"Bruce, go wait at the door," Owen glanced at Bruce and said.

"Yes, CEO," Bruce said reluctantly as he listened to Owen.

"Oh, that’s right, President Owen. I’m not here to fight with you. I’m just here to talk business," Eric said smugly when he saw Bruce standing obediently at the door.

"Eric, let’s not beat around the bush. Send me the backup of the video. I’ll get Bruce to transfer the two million to your account later," Owen said to Eric.

"President Owen, this won’t do. If I give you the backup video and don’t receive the money, who should I seek justice from? How about you give me the money first and I’ll give you the backup immediately?" Eric smiled at Owen.

"President, don’t be polite with him." Bruce rushed back when he heard Eric’s words and said agitatedly.

"President Owen, your assistant isn’t professional. How can you carry out your work when he’s so worked up?" Eric took two steps back and said.

"Bruce, where is the recording pen?" Owen looked at Eric and really didn’t want to waste time with him anymore, so he looked at Bruce and said.

"President, the recording pen is here," Bruce said as he handed the recording pen in his pocket to Owen.

"A recording pen? Record what?" Eric said in horror as he listened to the two of them. He still remembered the person who had appeared at Miranda’s house that night.

Not only did he delete the messages on his phone, but he also played a recording for him. He was afraid that what was recorded in the recording pen was the recording he had heard that day, so he immediately panicked.

"Eric, listen to this recording. It should ring a bell." Owen took the recording pen and pressed the play button.

"It’s you? It was you that day, right?" Eric turned to Bruce, who was beside Owen, as he listened to the familiar recording.

"Yes, it was me," Bruce said without retorting. He glanced at Eric.

"You bastards joined forces to scam me. As for the backup of the video, don’t even think about getting it." Eric wanted to walk out the door.

"Stop him," Owen said.

"Eric, give me a copy of the video and I’ll destroy this recording pen. Otherwise, you might not have a chance to post this video."

"The moment you walk out the door, I’ll have Bruce send this recording pen to the police station. I don’t have to do anything to you. As long as I send a message, you can spend seven to eight years in jail." Owen glanced at Eric in disgust. This was the most patience he had shown Eric. If not for the fact that he had a copy of the video in his hand, he would have thrown him out.

"President Owen, don’t try to scare me. At most, we’ll fight to the death. I’m screwed already anyway." Eric turned to look at Owen again.

"Eric, why bother? You’re at your prime now. You might be able to find another person who appreciates you. Perhaps you can fulfill your dream and shine in the music industry. Why waste your time in prison?"

"You... you rich people, do you guys even know what dreams are?" Eric said while listening to Owen.

"Eric, I don’t think there’s any point in discussing dreams between us. You just have to tell me if you want to or not." Owen sneered when he heard Eric actually question him about dreams.