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Mariko looked into Hawke's eyes through the car window.
Their eyes met, and Hawke winked at Mariko.
Shingen Yashida could only watch Hawke leave in a fit of impotent rage.
"Baka! This little brat better not go to Japan in the future, otherwise I will definitely let you see how powerful the Yamato people are!"
Shingen Yashida roared.
If Hawke went to Japan, he certainly wouldn't dare to run Hawke over with a dump truck, but he would dare to kill a few of Hawke's bodyguards and teach Hawke a lesson.
The ruthlessness of the recruited men is still somewhat frightening.
……
"Haha, I love how he can't stand me but can't do anything about it, it's so funny."
Hawke slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.
Yes, the photo shows Ivanka's long legs. Taking advantage of her youth, she didn't even wear stockings, exposing her smooth skin, which must feel quite nice to the touch.
Ivanka said with some concern, "You're playing such a big game now, what if someone uses the same tactics on you in the future?"
"Don't be silly, these are all for dealing with outsiders. We certainly wouldn't use such drastic methods against our own people. At most, it would be assassination, being shot eight times in the back, and committing suicide."
Hawke shrugged and continued, "No matter how rich or powerful the Japanese are, they have to kneel down and act like dogs in America. No one will come after me for giving Yashida Shingen a small warning. This is an external conflict, just like the Ludlow incident that Rockefeller created."
The Ludlow Affair: A dark chapter in the Rockefeller family's history, involving the use of armored vehicles to suppress workers, leading to a tragic end to a 15-month strike by Colorado coal miners, resulting in the killing of striking miners and their families by members of the Colorado National Guard. In Ludlow concentration camp, 20 residents died, most of them women and children.
"Alright, stop thinking about it. It's not a big deal, trust me." Hawke chuckled and said, "Ivanka, you used to dream of working on Wall Street. Did you think working on Wall Street was just about making money? You're wrong. Trucking is a daily routine on Wall Street, and pulling the plug is always the best way to deal with the enemy. If you don't know that, then no matter how much money you make, you'll most likely get played and killed without even realizing it!"
Ivanka was still in a daze after witnessing "history" and didn't notice that Hawke's car was heading in the wrong direction, not towards her home.
The night in New York seems particularly enchanting tonight. Even late at night, the world's largest city continues to operate, staging various stories of hedonism and decadence.
Every cocktail party, nightclub, bar, and club is filled with a strong, hormonal atmosphere, making the entire New York air seem to be filled with the scent of heather.
When Ivanka realized the car had stopped, she stood on the ground, looking up at the Steinway Tower in the heart of Manhattan, speechless for a moment.
Cheon Song-yi is currently staying at the film set, so she doesn't go home at night. Otherwise, Hawke would probably have moved to another place.
"Hawk, aren't you in a bit of a hurry?" Ivanka rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't you just say that you can't rush things?"
"Speed is of the essence in war!" Hawke said with a grin. "Life is short, and we only have so much time. We should enjoy ourselves while we can!"
Looking at Hawke's handsome yet wicked face, and the flames that seemed to burst forth from his bright eyes, almost setting her ablaze, Ivanka knew that she probably couldn't escape tonight.
"I'm scared of you!"
Ivanka sighed, glared at Hawke, picked up her bag, and shuffled into the private elevator that led directly to the top floor.
Originally, she wanted to keep Hawke hanging for a while longer, allowing them to develop their relationship further before things naturally progressed. However, she didn't expect Hawke to be so impatient; before the water had even flowed, he insisted on opening the channels first.
What should I do?
The only option is to forgive him.
189 I swear I will kill your father! To avenge you!
Hawke had just handed her a media company with a registered capital of $15 billion and put on a "Shock on America" show in front of her, giving her a glimpse into the life of the truly wealthy. To be honest, Ivanka was a bit stunned by Hawke, so it was only natural that she would give in to him tonight.
As soon as Ivanka stepped into Hawke's house, she felt a burning sensation in her waist and hips, as if they were on fire.
Wait until she turns around.
Hawke grabbed her soft waist and kissed Ivanka's moist red lips.
Ivanka felt that Hawke was too good at it. In just a short while, she was almost suffocating. Feeling Hawke's strong heartbeat and the strong masculine aura, she was a little confused and infatuated.
"No, no, not so fast?" Ivanka wasn't a lovestruck little girl after all. She quickly regained her senses, reached out and pressed her hand against Hawke's chest to stop him from getting any closer, and said, "How about we have a drink first?"
"Okay, whatever you say."
Seeing Ivanka's subtle resistance, Hawke didn't press the issue and smiled:
"But I'm a little hungry after working so hard all night. Shall we get something else to eat?"
Hawke hadn't eaten dinner before, originally planning to eat his fill at the banquet, but then Mariko came, so Hawke had to go hungry and do some physical labor with Mariko for a while. Now that he's back, he has to do more physical labor in the middle of the night. It's all heavy physical work, so how can he not eat his fill?
“Okay!” Ivanka nodded quickly. “I’m not as shameless as you. I would be too embarrassed to eat and drink so much at a banquet like that. I’m a little hungry too.”
She wasn't very hungry, but it would be good to stall for time. She was a little nervous. After all, no matter how strong a woman is, she's still a baby at heart. It would be strange if she wasn't nervous when facing such a major life event.
I made a call to the kitchen, and a chef on call 24/7 prepared a sumptuous dinner.
The first course was French bamboo shoots in white mushroom sauce, an appetizer; the second course was tender lamb tripe stewed in clear broth, fresh and delicious, with a smooth and tender texture; the third course was charcoal-grilled Australian thick-cut steak, cooked to medium-rare, which was just right, both chewy and smooth, and the accompanying grilled vegetables dipped in chili powder were also very good.
Next up is lamb tenderloin, served with a platter of fresh vegetables.
Finally, a very mysterious dessert, Flaming Chocolate, was served. It contains alcohol, and you can eat it after it melts in the flames and you stir it.
During the meal, Hawke also ordered several large portions of well-done steaks for himself. Although they were bloodless, they were exceptionally tender and had a satisfying chew.
Seeing Hawke enjoying his meal so much, Ivanka also developed an appetite and ate quite a bit herself.
"It's all Hawke's fault. He ate so much tonight, and I'll have to run another ten kilometers tomorrow."
Ivanka touched her slightly protruding belly and couldn't help but feel resentful towards Hawke.
Girls need to maintain their figure. If they eat too much meat, they have to increase their exercise to burn off the excess calories.
"How's the food?" Hawke asked, sipping his champagne and swallowing the steak he'd refused. "If you're still hungry, would you like some more?"
“I don’t need any more.” Ivanka waved her hands repeatedly. “If you’re still hungry, you can order some more.”
During the meal, Ivanka and Hawke finished a bottle of champagne. Even though Ivanka has a decent alcohol tolerance, her face was flushed and she was slightly tipsy.
"I'm almost there too."
Hawke cut off another piece of steak and put it in his mouth to chew:
"How about another bottle of champagne?"
"Okay."
Ivanka thought for a moment and nodded.
Hawke then brought out a bottle of Louis Roederer's limited edition crystal-gilded champagne, which cost $3 a bottle.
Louis Roederer is one of the most elegant and prestigious champagnes in the world. Founded by Dubois and his son, its history dates back to 1776, and it is currently the world's largest family-owned champagne brand.
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Cristal Champagne is Louis Roederer's most famous and finest champagne. After its public release, it quickly gained global attention and popularity, making Louis Roederer a synonym for prestige and luxury.
Every bottle of Cristal Champagne is made from grapes sourced from the winery's own vineyards, ensuring the highest quality. Approximately one-quarter of the base wine is fermented in oak barrels, while the remainder is fermented in stainless steel tanks. After fermentation, the base wine typically undergoes about six years of lees aging, resulting in a richer and more refined body.
Ivanka sipped the sweet champagne, finding it quite delicious, with its delicate white aroma, citrus notes like candied fruit, and a hint of roasted almonds. However, as she drank, Ivanka's head began to spin.
..... ... ....
So, in a state of half-drunkenness, she ended up drinking on Hawke's bed.
midnight.
Ivanka's phone rang.
She reached down and picked up her phone from the floor:
"Hello? Huh? What? My head is a little dizzy right now, I can't hear what you're saying, call me back tomorrow."
Ivanka tossed her phone aside.
On the other end of the phone was an Ivanka Trump admirer who noticed that Ivanka seemed to have forgotten to turn off her phone.
After listening to the sounds for a while, Nader clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot. He wanted to go to the study to write in his diary.
Simp Diary 2008, cloudy weather.
You forgot to turn off your microphone. I heard your dad hitting you. You seemed very embarrassed and kept shouting "Dad, no!" I think your dad must have been hitting you with a whip that was wet with cold water.
They hit you so hard, and it broke my heart to hear you crying and screaming. But no matter how loudly I shouted, you couldn't hear me. Later, he even took out a gun and shot you...
I hung up the phone, clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and my eyes were bloodshot. You paid with your life just to talk to me. I swear I will kill your father!
I will avenge you! (Long time)
190 I finally let this guy win me over.
Afghanistan, sunny weather, temperature gradually rising.
When the sun is high in the sky.
Tony woke up in the dark, damp cave, clutching a battery.
He was aware of his situation. He had been hit by a bomb manufactured by the Stark Industries, his body riddled with shrapnel. He was then taken back to the base by terrorists, where a doctor named Ethan saved him. The doctor removed as much shrapnel as possible, but some remained in his heart. The doctor couldn't remove them, so he came up with a solution: he used a battery to create an electromagnet that attracted the shrapnel in his heart, preventing it from entering and saving his life.
Of course, this is only a temporary solution. The electromagnet can only extend Tony's life by a week at most. After a week, he will still die. However, the premise is that he does not provoke the terrorists and be killed here in advance during this week.
"Come on!"
A soldier next to Tony, holding an AK, shoved him hard.
He went from being one of the most powerful figures in America, someone who could speak on equal footing with the occupants of the White House, to someone that any soldier could push and bully.
Tony was clearly not used to this kind of life, but there was nothing he could do; the AKs in the soldiers' hands were enough to keep him calm.
Under the soldiers' escort, he arrived at the place where they had stored their weapons. Tony stared in astonishment, because many of the weapons bore the "Stark" logo, meaning that these terrorists had attacked him with weapons he had made.
Ethan served as the translator, translating the entire conversation between Tony and the terrorist leader.
The leader smiled smugly: "What do you think?"
Tony: "I think you have a lot of my weapons."
Leader: "But that's not enough, far from enough. We also need your Jellico missiles. You can provide a list of materials, and once we find them, you must immediately begin manufacturing the Jellico missiles. If you do a good job, we can let you go."
Tony smiled and shook hands with the leader, then said to Ethan beside him, "No, he won't."
Ethan: "Yes."
Who would choose to offend the world's smartest person, the chairman of the world's strongest military industrial group, and then let him go home? Isn't that just courting death?
Tony could figure this out with a grain of salt, and Ethan simply echoed his point of view.