"Open up, Julian. This smoked meat is packed with the high protein you really need. You're lookin' awful pale.""Don't listen to her, Julian! The preservatives in that bread are what's making you pale. This abalone porridge is way easier to digest. Come on, just one more bite.""Mr. Julian is pale because he's sick and tired of the elite decadence you guys are forcing on him! These honey fried bananas are pure complex carbs from the soil of the people. Take a bite, Mr. Julian!"At the exclusive bar counter of the Tengda Experience Center, Julian Vance sat leaning back in a position that was far from flattering. His hands clutched his stomach, which now felt as hard as a rock. Cold sweat beaded heavily on his temples.Three plates of food—the luxurious sandwich made by Chloe's chef, Elena's family heirloom abalone porridge, and Nadine's fried bananas symbolizing labor solidarity—were now half empty. The three women were literally spoon-feeding him in turns, not giving Julian a single se