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During this time, Paris also learned about Hawke's transformation—"The Eye of the Wall Street Storm," the superhero "King"—and realized that he was definitely one of the best men in America.
As for her, she certainly wouldn't be able to marry into the Lane family, but she didn't want her best friend Ivanka to marry into the Lane family and rise to the top, making Ivanka's status far above hers.
Originally, within her and Ivanka's inner circle, the Hilton family was undoubtedly the leader, and she was also the most dazzling star in the circle, always occupying the center position when taking photos.
If Ivanka were to marry into the Lane family, then regardless of who shines, Paris Hilton would probably not even be qualified to meet the esteemed Mrs. Lane.
This mentality is actually easy to understand. There's a saying that goes something like this: "I'm afraid my brother is suffering, but I'm also afraid he's driving a Land Rover."
One's own failure is certainly terrible, but the success of a friend is even more heartbreaking. This is the nature of human beings: when they are poor, they look down on you; when they are rich, they are jealous of you; they can't stand seeing others do well.
Ivanka stared at Hawke with a murderous gaze.
Hawke gave an awkward smile.
My girlfriend was cheated on by her best friend. How should I comfort her?
172. Mature women are like fine wine; they become more fragrant and mellow with age.
"Paris, your coffee is ready. Go get it quickly, or it won't taste good if it gets cold."
Hawke quickly pointed to the counter and said, forcing himself to speak.
Of course, he knew Paris had ill intentions, but what could he do?
We can't exactly blow Paris's head off with heat vision, can we?
After all, he and Paris had a child stuck in their throats together, and Hawke couldn't be that heartless.
“It seems so.” Paris glanced at them, then turned back to Hawke and Ivanka with a smile, “Sorry to interrupt your date, bye-bye, see you next time.”
Paris came here, caused a mess, and then promptly slipped away, leaving Hawke with no choice but to face Ivanka's scrutinizing gaze.
"You even dared to touch her? Even before that incident, she was a notorious playboy in the industry, didn't you know that?"
Ivanka said through gritted teeth.
“Okay, my mistake.” Hawke raised his hands in surrender and explained, “Actually, I was out of my mind back then. I just wanted to experiment with some special methods and techniques that normal girls would never accept, but Paris dared to do it. We did it for a day, and that was the end of it.”
"I swear, I really only spent one day with her!"
He was simply following the teachings of his ancestors: cherish good girls and don't waste bad girls!
Yes, Hawke has always cherished women like Cheon Song-yi, Andy, and Cho Helen; he's the kind of person who doesn't even dare to exert himself on the ship.
"Hawk, how disgusting are you?!"
Ivanka picked up her bag, stood up from her seat, and turned to leave.
"Hey, hey, is it really that serious?" Hawke shouted, "That was so long ago! Are you still holding a grudge? Hey, hey, aren't we going to talk about a deal worth hundreds of millions? I'm handing over the reins of the company to you, are you going to take it or not?"
Ivanka ignored him, walked briskly away from the coffee shop with a blank expression.
But as soon as she stepped out of the coffee shop and downstairs into the building, the cold wind instantly sobered her up...
Regret!
Didn't I already know what kind of bastard Hawke was? Why did I get so angry over something like this?
What I desire most is the opportunity to fully display my talents. Hawke just placed such a good opportunity in front of me, but I got emotional over this. What should I do if Hawke gives this opportunity to someone else?
I might regret it so much I'd want to smash my head against a block of tofu!
She hesitated for a moment, wanting to turn back upstairs and talk to Hawke to clarify things.
But having already done all that, if I go back now, don't I have any shame left?
Besides, who isn't a little fairy who can't live without a bit of her own temper?
So Ivanka could only stand there and console herself:
"Don't be afraid! Things that are too easily obtained are destined not to be cherished. We need to leave Hawke out for a couple of days to teach him a lesson and not let him go out and play around recklessly. What if he catches the disease on you?"
Well, this wasn't really my fault; it was Hawke's fault for messing around!
Ivanka cheered herself up and then walked forward with her head held high.
Hawke, upstairs, watched Ivanka, clearly regretting her actions but unable to let go of her pride, trying to comfort herself, and couldn't stop smiling. He sipped his coffee and hummed a little tune.
"What you can't have always stirs your heart; those who are favored are always fearless; the red of the rose, the fragile dream, held in your hand yet slipping through your fingers..."
However, Hawke's original purpose in meeting Ivanka today was indeed to discuss a legitimate business deal worth several hundred million, but he may also have had the intention of discussing an illegitimate business deal worth several hundred million. Now that Ivanka has run away, what should he do?
With his plan interrupted, Hawke thought for a moment, then took out his phone and started scrolling through his contacts.
"Hmm... Christy Durrington, you're the one!"
Hawke made his choice and immediately made a phone call.
Christy Durrington: "Hello?"
Hawke cut to the chase: "Where are you?"
Upon hearing Hawke's voice, Christy Durrington's tone softened slightly: "I'm at a spa."
Hawke sent his address:
"I'll wait for you here. Come over when you're done with your spa treatment."
"But……"
Christy Durrington hadn't finished speaking when the call was disconnected.
"What? This young master is treating me like his servant, expecting me to be at his beck and call?"
Christy Durrington was so angry she wanted to bite Hawke hard:
"I have my own things to do too, okay?"
But would she dare ignore Hawke's words?
As it turned out, she didn't dare.
After 553spa ended, she changed her clothes and reluctantly drove to the Starbucks where Hawke was.
Of course, she appeared full of resentment, but in reality, Christy Durrington was experiencing a deep-seated turmoil.
After all, she knew Hawke's physique and physical strength.
The thought of Hawke's well-defined eight-pack abs, brimming with power and hormones, and the feeling of licking them and tasting like chocolate, instantly made her feel wet—yes, her eyes welled up with tears.
……
"I wonder how long it will take for this woman to arrive..."
Hawke muttered something to himself.
Hmm, it seems my preferences are increasingly leaning towards mature women these days.
Even Azu's father, the soldier boy, once said that mature women are like fine wine, becoming more and more fragrant and potent with age.
Christy Turlington, one of the top five supermodels of the 1990s, is now in her late thirties, but she is proficient in horseback riding, yoga, and dance.
Hawke met Christy Durrington at a horse farm outside New York. The two rode together, and Christy Durrington even cosplayed as a horse for Hawke to ride in the stable.
173 I, Huo, have always been a man of integrity and compassion.
Perhaps for an ordinary woman, reaching Christy Durrington's age would be considered rather ordinary, but Christy Durrington is no ordinary woman; she is a wealthy woman worth tens of millions of dollars, spending at least hundreds of thousands of dollars a year on skincare, which is why she still looks stunning.
It's like when Zhao Yazhi visits an elderly person in a nursing home who is younger than her. The difference is like night and day. One person still looks like, "Help me up, I can still do it," while someone a year or two younger than her is already an old woman.
With nothing else to do, Hawke would sip coffee and scroll through Twitter.
Hawke is browsing the Chinese section of Twitter.
There are a huge number of Chinese users on Twitter. Not to mention other places where Chinese is spoken, just in China alone, there are 100 million people who use VPNs to access Twitter. Twitter itself has disclosed data showing that it has 100 million active Chinese users.
I came across a joke post:
[Zhou Yu, having drunk too much, said to his subordinates: "Zhuge Liang underestimates me." He then rubbed his neck with his hand.]
That very night, his men killed Zhuge Liang, Xiao Qiao, and Zhou Yu.
Hawke: “…”
Are you crazy? This joke is way too lame.
After waiting for about half an hour, Hawke met Christy Durrington in the underground parking lot.
Perhaps because she had just finished a spa treatment, Christy Durrington's skin looked fair and smooth, making it impossible to guess that she was already 38 years old. She looked no different from a woman under 30.
Despite her appearance, she offers an even better experience than a young married woman.
Yes, it's all thanks to the help of US dollars.
Christy Durrington has long, shoulder-length blonde hair with a center parting and slightly curled ends, making her look very elegant. Putting her hair up neatly also adds to her capable aura. Placing her bangs to one side to expose her forehead and ears makes her facial features more defined.
Her looks are quite striking even among supermodels aged 20 to 40.
She wore a black velvet suit. The velvet material had a beautiful sheen, and the white lines outlining the design helped to showcase the look. Her exposed arms were very slender, adding a touch of lightness to the overall look.
She chose a black strapless dress as her inner layer. The strapless design, combined with the collar of the outer garment, effectively accentuated her neckline. The black fabric also had a very noticeable effect on brightening her complexion, and the exposed fair skin exuded femininity.
The tight-fitting black dress accentuates the curves beautifully, while the unique pattern design on the lower half breaks the monotony of the large area of black. Exposing the ankles and pairing them with high heels creates a height-enhancing effect, giving the overall look a very sophisticated feel.
The exquisitely designed round diamond earrings add a touch of elegance to the overall outfit, while the delicate makeup enhances the noble air. The dark-colored high heels do not overpower the look and are the perfect choice to complement this all-black ensemble.
"Young Master, I am a married man. Could you please stop contacting me at all times and in all places?"
Christy Durrington complained.
"Shut up, drive, to the Park Hyatt Hotel."
Hawke, acting as if he were no outsider, sat in the back seat of Christy Durrington's car, closed his eyes, and said calmly.
Christy Durrington didn't dare complain anymore. She simply said "Oh" and obediently drove to the Park Hyatt Hotel.
“Young Master, did you invite me out just to satisfy your needs?” Christy Durrington couldn’t help but say halfway there, “Can’t you give me some respect?”
“I respect you very much.” Hawke opened his eyes, glanced at her, and said, “What are you thinking about all day long? I’m here to do scientific research!”
"Scientific research?"
"Yes, for example, why doesn't 1+1 equal 2?"