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Hawke and Emilia stormed off.
Watching Hawke's retreating figure, Alexandra waved to him. Yoshioka Shin waited respectfully and said in a low voice, "Proceed according to plan."
If she could, Alexandra wouldn't want to mess with a behemoth like Rayne, but Hawke Rayne crossed 507's bottom line, so she couldn't just sit idly by—Dragonbone was her bottom line.
As long as we can get our hands on the dragon bone, we don't care if Ryan cripples us.
Now, it's time to give Ryan a little killer shock.
You Ryans are tycoons, you have the power to influence American national policy, but you're not gods, you still need to eat and drink, you're just mortals, so you'd better watch out...
"Yes!"
Yoshioka responded, and without any visible movement of his feet, his figure automatically disappeared into the shadows behind him, vanishing in an instant and merging into the darkness.
Who in America doesn't know how powerful the Lane family is? They're one of the top oligarchs. How dare an unknown Midtown Financial Corporation try to compete with the Lane family?
Ryan only took half of your benefits, which is already a sign of Lord Hawke's kindness and generosity. How dare you refuse?
If it were John Lane, taking 90% of your money would be considered basic.
"What's so special about that building that made that woman want to turn on you right there and then?" Emilia asked, puzzled.
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"It'll be a secret for now, but you'll find out soon enough," Hawke said with a mysterious smile. "Believe me, it'll be a benefit that will drive you crazy."
Dragon bone has a use: it can preserve youth. When the hands are joined together, there are five fingers. Apart from Madam Gao, who is an old hag, the others do not seem to have lived for hundreds of years. Their ages appear to be uneven, which is likely because their appearance is preserved from when they consumed dragon bone.
For women, staying young forever is an absolute killer move.
No woman can resist this temptation!
"Really? I just can't believe it!"
Emilia said.
Even if she could make several billion dollars from Midtown Financial Corporation this time, she wouldn't think there was anything to make her crazy about.
"believe or not."
Hawke was too lazy to explain further.
Let's wait until the Hand gives Ryan a shock and kills a few more Ryan Group directors before we talk about it.
Hilarious! They actually wanted to give Ryan a warning by killing a director of the Ryan Group... I'd like to thank them for that!
—Well, because the Ryan family's power has expanded rapidly in recent days, the directors of the Ryan Group have also begun to become less compliant.
The Lane family owns 45% of the Lane Group, John Lane himself owns 22%, Hawke owns 20%, and the Lane Family Foundation owns 3%.
The remaining shares are held by other institutions and capital, all of whom are representatives of various interests. The US government holds about 6% of the shares. Under the balance of power among various parties, John Lane was able to sit on the sidelines.
But now Hawke has created a new pie, including a large number of high-quality assets from Bates Capital, plus the newly established Lane Bio, and suddenly all sorts of strange and monstrous things have emerged, trying to push John Lane away from Hawke's mouth, and there is already a hidden threat to John Lane.
If you don't do this and can't bring benefits to everyone, then the chairman of the Ryan Group may not always remain in your Ryan family's hands.
Now that the Hand has become the scapegoat, the Ryan family can be completely absolved of any responsibility.
Once the Hand has wiped out those clueless directors of Lane Corporation, John Lane can start preparing to buy back Lane Corporation's shares. He should at least increase his stake by another 10%, otherwise he won't feel safe at all.
Hawke led Emilia out of the banquet and into the parking lot, only to find a voluptuous woman standing next to Hawke's car.
"Hey, Jin, what are you doing here?"
Hawke exclaimed in surprise.
He thought the Kardashian sisters had already left, but they were waiting for him here.
Emilia looked at Kim Kardashian, who was leaning against Hawke's custom-made luxury car. Her signature curves were still striking in the dim light of the parking lot.
She chuckled softly, her gaze shifting between Hawke and King, a knowing look mixed with undisguised mockery.
"Looks like the 'old friends' need to catch up alone tonight?" Emilia's voice was clear and bright, with a slight upward inflection at the end. Her beautiful eyes glanced sideways at Hawke, the meaning of which was all too clear—"You're up to something again."
Hawke, thick-skinned as ever, merely flashed a bright but insincere smile upon hearing this. He leaned close to Emilia's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Honey, do me a favor? Have the driver take you home first. I'm here..." He glanced at Kim, who was watching their interaction with great interest, a triumphant smile playing on her bright red lips, "I need to deal with some 'legacy issues.' You know, the Kardashians' enthusiasm is always overwhelming."
"Unable to handle it?" Emilia scoffed, poking Hawke's chest with her finger without any politeness. "I think you're enjoying it, and your appetite is getting bigger and bigger!"
She glanced meaningfully in the direction of the banquet hall, clearly guessing that the other two probably hadn't gone far either.
"Fine, I can't be bothered with your nonsense."
She enunciated the last few words with exceptional clarity, carrying a hint of warning, then deftly rolled her eyes elegantly and swayed gracefully toward the Ryan family driver who was waiting not far away in her high heels.
Hawke watched Emilia's headlights disappear around the corner before turning back to Kim, his face regaining its usual nonchalant, mocking expression:
"Alright, Kim, my dear CEO has thoughtfully created some private space for us. You didn't wait here specifically to talk about how sour the red wine at the dinner was, did you?"
He deliberately moved closer, sniffing the scent of Jin's perfume in the air. "Or... do you want to continue discussing that 'heavy' topic?"
“Heavy?” Jin stepped forward, almost touching Hawke, his fingers tugging at his tie. “Hawk, baby, you know that with me, any topic can become very ‘light’ and very ‘pleasant’.”
She lowered her voice, her tone husky and seductive: "Courtney and Khloe didn't leave; their car is right behind us. Tonight, the three of us sisters are all feeling... a little 'bored'."
Hawke's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? A threesome? That's a novel idea. But Kim, I remember last time at the Hamptons villa, you and Courtney were together..." He paused deliberately, his eyes suggestive, "...and before that in Miami, you and Khloe...and once in New York, it was Courtney and Khloe...this time, finally, we're going to have a 'family photo'?"
His tone was undisguised in its expectation and teasing.
"What, are you scared?" Jin's fingers slid to his chest, gently tracing circles. "Or are you worried you can't handle it?"
"Ha!" Hawke chuckled, casually putting his arm around Kim's waist and pulling her closer. "Kim, are you insulting me or challenging me? When have I, Hawke Lane, ever backed down from the Kardashians' enthusiasm?" His gaze was intense, tinged with a wild excitement. "Since these three beautiful ladies have extended such a warm invitation tonight... then please?"
He gentlemanly opened the back door and made an inviting gesture.
Jin turned around and waved towards the shadows.
Sure enough, Courtney and Kohler gracefully emerged from another luxury car.
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Courtney's face still held that knowing, faint smile.
Kohler, her eyes burning with undisguised desire, strode over and tightly embraced Hawke's arm, her ample bosom pressing against him.
"Hawk, I knew you wouldn't want to leave us!" Kohler's voice was filled with joy.
Courtney approached, gently patted Kohler to signal her to tone it down, and then gave Hawke a meaningful smile: "I hope your bed is sturdy enough."
He then bent down and climbed into the spacious back seat.
Hawke was secretly delighted; this was exactly the scene he had been dreaming of!
While dealing with Kohler's eager kisses and Kim's whispers in his ear, he shoved the two of them into the back seat as well.
Fortunately, the rear seat of the customized luxury car is spacious enough to comfortably accommodate three hot beauties without feeling cramped.
As he got into the driver's seat and started the engine, three faces, each with a distinct style yet equally stunning beauty, were reflected in the rearview mirror: Courtney's composure, Kim's allure, and Kohler's passion—it was like a visual feast.
As Hawke skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel toward his luxurious apartment in Steinway Building 507, he was distracted by the thought:
"The eldest and second eldest sisters' time... that was crazy; the eldest and third eldest sisters' time... Khloe's stamina is amazing; the second and third eldest sisters' time... Kim had the most tricks up her sleeve... tsk tsk, now it's finally perfect! I wonder what Kendall and Kelly will be like when they grow up..."
A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his mind began to conceive an even more "grand" blueprint, a future that was truly... something to look forward to.
The private elevator on the top floor rose silently, the smooth metal walls of the elevator car reflecting the intimate postures and lingering gazes of the four people.
As the elevator doors opened in the penthouse, Hawke stepped out first, followed by the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor and Kohler letting out a suppressed chuckle.
Hawke unbuttoned his suit jacket, casually tossed his expensive custom-made coat onto the sculpture in the entryway, turned around, and watched the three sisters file in as if entering a hunting ground. Their dresses shimmered under the lights, and their smiles carried an unspoken wildness.
"Welcome to the 'Heavy Topics' Resolution Center." Hawke spread his arms, a wicked smile on his face. "Open 24/7 tonight."
(agei) Soon, languid jazz music flowed from the top-of-the-line sound system, and expensive champagne was casually opened, with bubbles overflowing from the bottle.
In the spacious master bedroom, haute couture gowns were scattered on the carpet like flower petals, and expensive high heels were staggered about.
Hawke fought three opponents single-handedly and with ease.
Courtney possesses an inclusive maturity, Kim's aggressive and creative dominance, and Kohler's unreserved passion.
During a brief pause, as Hawke watched the enormous crystal chandelier on the ceiling sway in his line of sight, the thought of the "Kardashian family" popped into his mind again, inappropriately. How old were the fourth and fifth children?
The fourth child was born in 95, and the fifth child was born in 97. The fifth child will not reach adulthood until 2015.
Hawke's vision went black, but he couldn't care less at the moment. Enjoying the present was Hawke Lane's "real business."
While Hawke was getting down to business, at Columbia University, in the faculty housing complex...
In Vivian's studio apartment, Vivian, dressed in pink pajamas and with wet hair, sits in front of her computer.
She was currently browsing the internal network, receiving the latest top-secret intelligence from her superior.
As she read the intelligence report, her expression kept changing.
After reviewing the intelligence, she flashed a captivating smile, a smile that seemed more like she couldn't contain her excitement, muttering to herself: "Finally, I can catch you! This time, let's see where you can run!"
Beside Vivian stood a young girl with an incredible figure, who was standing cautiously to the side.
If Hawke were here, he would surely recognize Abby, the classmate he helped carry a box of books to her dorm a few days ago and who had lectured her on German classical economics for two hours.
"How many times did you sleep with him? How long did each time last?" Vivian glanced at Abby, her eyes darting around.
Abby was clearly taken aback for a moment, then quickly focused and whispered, "Once...two hours..."
“Heh…” Vivian shook her head, seemingly dissatisfied with the number of times, and said, “There’s nothing I can do about it, he’s always surrounded by beautiful women.”
“But if it’s you, the supervisor…” Abby suddenly spoke up, somewhat ingratiatingly, but then realized she might have said something wrong and quickly lowered her head.
Vivian's slender fingers tapped lightly on the smooth wooden tabletop.
She didn't immediately respond to Abby's half-finished, ingratiating yet fearful words. Her gaze remained fixed on the blinking cursor on the computer screen. In the lower right corner was an inconspicuous window, seemingly the interface of some kind of monitoring software, with one corner of the screen facing the entrance of the Steinway Building.
“Once…” she repeated softly.
The steam from the bathroom hadn't completely dissipated, and her pink silk pajamas made her look languid and soft, but her eyes, as she looked at Abby, were clear and sharp, showing no sign of sleepiness.
"The efficiency isn't high. But the fact that it took him two hours... Abby, that means he at least has some 'patience' for you."
Abby's body tensed almost imperceptibly.
The tone of Vivian's supervisor was neither positive nor negative, which made her even more uncertain.
She remembered that day when Hawke Lane, with his signature, heart-pounding, languid smile, offered to help her carry that heavy box of ancient books.