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He was witty, knowledgeable, and there was also the two hours of knowledge he imparted in her dormitory.
It was an experience that left her feeling dizzy, both terrified and incredibly excited.
She had thought this would be her ticket into that glittering circle, but now it seemed more like a test paper that needed to be evaluated in front of her supervisor.
“Patience…” Abby’s voice was even softer, with a hint of uncertainty, “Mr. Ryan is indeed very…learned.”
"Erudite?" Vivian's lips finally twitched slightly upwards, revealing a faint smile that was both mocking and knowing.
She finally looked away from the computer screen and focused her gaze entirely on Abby.
His gaze was penetrating, seeing right through her thoughts that were a mixture of vanity, adoration, and hidden ambition.
“He’s certainly ‘erudite.’ His ‘erudition’ would make most girls willingly become one of his collections, like…” Her fingertip drew an invisible circle on the table, “like those three Kardashian ladies who will be in his bed tonight. Quite a spectacle, isn’t it?”
Abby looked up abruptly, her eyes instantly filled with shock and disbelief.
76. Just enjoy it! [Seeking flowers and subscriptions]
"Kardashian?" Of course she knew that surname. A New York socialite, a queen bee who dominated the gossip headlines, a local entertainment mogul in New York, with family assets worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
In terms of family background alone, the Kardashian family is a level she can hardly reach!
Hawk Lane actually... was with all three of them at the same time?
The sheer volume of information left her speechless for a moment.
"Very surprised?"
Vivian's tone returned to its almost cold calm, as if she were discussing the weather:
"Before you, and after you, there has always been a constant stream of such 'collections.' Hawke Lane is like an insatiable child, chasing after the newest and most interesting toys."
She picked up the towel draped over the back of the chair and slowly wiped the water droplets dripping from her hair.
"The Kardashians? Ha, just toys?"
She paused, scrutinizing Abby's pale face and slightly trembling fingers:
“Abby, if you have any unrealistic fantasies about him, like… fantasizing about being that special person who can ‘stabilize’ him, I suggest you nip it in the bud now.”
Her tone carried an almost cruel certainty: "Look at the Kardashian sisters, and then look at all the supermodels and celebrities who have had affairs with him. Didn't they all try their best? And what was the result? Their names only appear on the same man's list of affairs, becoming topics of public discussion, not brides."
The room was silent except for the soft rustling of Vivian drying her hair and the faint sounds of city noise coming from outside the window.
The supervisor's words were like icicles, piercing the pink bubble of her brief romantic encounter and revealing the cold, hard reality beneath.
"Then... Supervisor..." Abby mustered her last bit of courage, her voice trembling slightly, "Why... do you need me to get close to him?"
Vivian stopped wiping and looked at Abby. Her gaze was no longer scrutinizing, but rather held a complex and indescribable quality.
Instead of answering Abby's question directly, she asked in return, "Abby, do you think there's something about yourself that Hawke Lane can't find a replacement for right now?"
Abby was stunned and instinctively shook her head.
Beauty? There are plenty of women more stunning than her.
Smart? Columbia University has plenty of people with exceptionally high IQs.
Family background? It's nothing compared to the Ryan family.
“So,” Vivian’s voice lowered, carrying a hint of weariness and resolve, “do what you have to do. Remember your mission. Get close to him, observe him, gather information. As for your personal feelings… they are the least important thing in this mission. Just enjoy them, but don’t take them seriously. And… if nothing unexpected happens, this game is almost over.”
Abby stood under the warm pink light, her gaze fixed on the picture Vivian had pulled up from her computer.
The photo captures a man embracing a woman.
The man was running at full speed, his face not deliberately concealed—it was Hawk Lane, only his face was much younger than it is now.
The woman he was holding tightly in his arms was wrapped in a thick coat, and her wide top hat was pulled down tightly, completely obscuring her face and not a single inch of exposed skin. Clearly, she was trying to hide her identity.
Abby stared at the screen without asking a question.
Two years of rigorous special agent training have ingrained it in their very bones; discipline is second nature.
But the fact that the supervisor showed this photo at this moment undoubtedly meant that extremely crucial intelligence had been sent from above—enough to bring about a decisive turning point in this mission to get close to Hawke.
She remained silent, her gaze quietly fixed on Vivian's face.
“This old photo from three years ago,” Vivian’s gaze lingered on the screen, a strange amusement in her voice, “is where our mission began. However, this matter will probably soon come to an end. And the author who pressed the 'end' button on it…”
She paused, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on her lips, as if savoring a profound irony:
"—It was Hawke Lane himself." Her voice was light and playful. "I wonder what his expression will be when he finds out that he was the one who picked up the stone and ended up shooting himself in the foot."
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The next day.
As golden sunlight streamed into the room, Hawke woke up, shielding his eyes from the glare. His gaze focused, and what he saw were the Kardashians...
Little Hawke hasn't even come out yet.
The room was in complete chaos, visible to the naked eye.
Torn black stockings were everywhere...
As Hawke stirred slightly, Kardashian, who was on top of him, also woke up, looking at him with eyes as clear as blue water.
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It was only then that Hawke recognized her; it was Kohler…
"woke up?"
Hawke kissed Kohler on the cheek and laughed.
"You bastard!" Kohler immediately bit Hawke, annoyed and embarrassed, "You're such a bull!"
Hawke was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. Let's take a shower together first. Smell yourself; you smell amazing."
"You still have the nerve to say it?"
Kohler glared at Hawke.
Who do you think is responsible for my current state?
Hawke laughed and took Kohler for a bath together.
After showering, it was time for the usual breakfast: soy milk and fried dough sticks.
After breakfast, Hawke ruthlessly told the three Kardashians to take a taxi home by themselves.
The reason given was that he was going to be late for school.
He didn't actually have any classes today, so he went to the Ryan Group building and sat on the sofa in Andy's office, which he hadn't seen for several days.
After Andy finished the meeting and returned to his office, he saw Hawke arrive, but behind him he saw Hawke watching a video of several female college students dancing with great interest.
"..." Andy said speechlessly, "My dear Hawke, are you really that desperate? These girls are just average-looking, and they're obviously doing it on purpose... They're just a bunch of high-class delivery girls, aren't they?"
77 Hawke: Double Happiness [Seeking all kinds]
"Superficial, so superficial, Andy. How can you only look at things on the surface?"
Hawke was heartbroken:
"This girl is really brave. I admire her. She broke free from the shackles of shame. Why can boys expose their chests, but girls are called shameless? If the genders were reversed, and a boy was dancing on stage, his clothes would burst open to reveal his upper body, abs, and chest. Who would think he's shameless? He'd probably get screams and gain female fans, right?"
"We've all seen male idols tear their shirts open while dancing, but have you ever seen a female idol do that? I don't understand this phenomenon. There are just too many shackles binding women. Humans are born naked, and she shouldn't be the one feeling ashamed! Question her, understand her, become her. If everyone were like her, perhaps that would be the true golden age of rising female consciousness!"
"507!" Andy spat at Hawke, saying disdainfully, "You want all girls to be as unrestrained as her? What kind of feminist rise are you hoping for? I'm too embarrassed to call you out on it; you just want to see it!"
“Andy, you don’t understand art! People with dirty hearts see everything as dirty!” Hawke argued.
"hehe!"
Andy gave Hawke a look, letting him understand on his own.
Hawke was about to continue arguing with Andy when suddenly his phone rang; someone was calling.
"What the hell? He's dead? How could this be so sudden?" Hawke answered the phone with a grief-stricken expression. "Car accident? Oh, I see. Remember to send two rings to the funeral, put it on my tab. What? What about his still-attractive wife and lively daughter? Of course, I'll take care of them! We can't let a hero bleed and weep!"
"What happened?" Andy, his brow furrowed by Hawke's expression, asked, "Has someone important to you passed away?"
“Yes, just now, a director of the Ryan Group was in a car accident on the road and died a horrible death.” Hawke pounded his chest and cried out, “It hurts! It hurts so much! We at Ryan have lost another elder.”
Andy watched coldly as Hawke wailed without shedding a single tear. How could he not understand now that this dead man, seemingly disagreeing, was actually gloating, probably secretly overjoyed and couldn't help but bang drums and gongs?
"Could it be that you arranged for someone to kill that director of the Ryan Group?" Andy couldn't help but ask.
“I’m warning you not to talk nonsense! I’m suing you for defamation, you know? I’m suing you for defamation! You’re defaming me!” Hawke suddenly became agitated.
"There's no one else here..." Andy rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with getting it off your chest?"
"I……"
Before Hawke could speak, he received another phone call.
"Hello? What? Another one died? How could it be such a coincidence? Something's not right! Someone must be targeting Ryan! Investigate thoroughly! This matter must be thoroughly investigated! We must strike hard against anyone who dares to break the rules of the business!"
"What? The thief cries 'stop thief'? Bah! Do you think I'm that kind of person? Let me put it this way, if I killed those two directors, may I be impotent. I've sworn such a solemn oath, you should believe me now, right?"
After hanging up the phone, Hawke looked at Andy, shrugged, and said, "You saw it, another one died. I even made that kind of solemn oath. Do you still think it was me?"
"Even if you didn't have someone kill him, you're definitely involved!" Andy had already seen through Hawke's true nature; he was completely corrupt. She stated definitively, "Can you swear that you have absolutely nothing to do with this?"
“The murderer hasn’t even been found, how am I supposed to know if I have anything to do with this?” Hawke said indignantly. “If it’s an enemy targeting Ryan, then it must have something to do with me!”
This whole thing was done by the Hand from beginning to end, what does it have to do with Hawke? ...Speaking of which, the Hand are actually pretty nice guys!
The Ryan Group has seen two directors die in quick succession—one in a car accident, the other shot dead in an alley. This is highly unusual, and the matter has blown up completely.
Everyone's first suspect was undoubtedly John Lane.
Shareholders of the Lane Group and heads of various organizations contacted John Lane, requesting a video conference—they feared that even a physical board meeting would be taken down by the ruthless John Lane...
John Lane sat in the chairman's seat, watching the bustling and noisy shareholders.
Knowing that the shareholders had tired of arguing, John Lane finally spoke up lightly: "If it was something I did, I will admit it, but if it wasn't something I did, no one can pin it on me! It's true that the board of directors of Lane Corporation has been a bit restless lately, which made me think about getting a TNT too... But those two directors, I didn't do it."
"Yes, you didn't do it, it was your son! What does it have to do with you?"