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83. Are you satisfied, Professor Cipher? [Seeking all sorts of answers]
The air on the terrace became thick and scorching, the expensive modern sculptures silently serving as the audience, and the brilliant city lights below becoming a distant backdrop.
Many people noticed that Hawke disappeared shortly after arriving, and when everyone discovered that a wealthy Russian businesswoman had disappeared with him, they felt that this was not unusual...
He reappeared two hours later, walking downstairs one after the other with the mysterious Russian businesswoman. Hawke looked relaxed and carefree.
Natasha's face was flushed, and her steps were slightly unsteady.
"That's impressive, two hours!"
Suddenly, a deliberately lowered female voice, yet carrying a familiar, languid, magnetic, and cynical tone, rang out from behind without warning.
Hawke's body tensed instantly, a jolt of electricity shooting up his spine.
He recognized the voice all too well; it had been stirring his nerves in the encrypted channel just days before.
He turned around abruptly, his pupils contracting slightly.
06 Standing before him was a tall and voluptuous "European tycoon".
A deep purple velvet gown accentuated her stunningly alluring curves, while her burgundy wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially obscuring her face. She wore an exquisite Venetian-style half-face mask that covered the upper half of her eyes, revealing only her full red lips and beautifully shaped jawline.
Even through the disguise, Hawke could sense the familiar, languid yet sharp gaze of a apex predator in the eyes beneath the mask—Sefer!
“Seifer?” Hawke’s voice was even lower, filled with disbelief. “You actually dared to come to New York? You’re the most wanted criminal!”
He quickly scanned his surroundings to make sure he hadn't attracted any unnecessary attention.
Her disguise was perfect, and her demeanor blended seamlessly into the glitz and glamour of the place, but the inherent danger in her bones was like a lighthouse in the darkness for Hawke.
"What, is it only you, little Hawk, who's allowed to enjoy the champagne and beauties of high society in New York?" Cipher's high heels clicked on the carpet with a dull thud. She tilted her head slightly, her red lips curving into a seductive and provocative arc.
She exuded a cool yet rich exotic perfume scent, mixed with a faint hint of whiskey, aggressively invading Hawke's sense of smell.
“The air in New York sometimes needs a touch of chaos to spice things up. Don’t you think?” She picked up her crystal glass, her gaze sweeping over Hawke’s face through the top of his mask, taking in his sharp suit and tracing down to his muscular forearms. “Besides, after that phone call, I’ve really been a little curious.”
Hawke raised an eyebrow, meeting her gaze: "Curious about what?"
Cipher chuckled, leaning forward slightly, his red lips almost touching Hawke's earlobe. His words were blunt and direct: "I'm curious, in these three years, has the 'little kid' you back then truly grown up? Or have you only learned to talk a good game on the phone?"
Her fingertips brushed lightly across the back of Hawke's hand, which held the wine glass, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
"I accept that 'perfect' evaluation. But I prefer... on-site inspection and personal verification."
Hawke's breathing quickened instantly.
Cipher's provocation was like a spark splashed into an oil drum.
A burning light flashed in his eyes, and a flame of defiance was instantly ignited.
He slammed the wine glass onto the passing waiter's tray with an undeniable force.
Then, he stepped forward, and the distance between them instantly closed to the point where they could hear each other's breaths: "Come with me if you dare, Cipher. There's plenty of quiet space upstairs... See what unexpected 'skills' I've learned in these three years."
His tone was extremely aggressive.
A glint of anticipation curved the red lips beneath the mask of the serenade. Without a word, she elegantly downed the remaining whiskey in her glass and casually placed the empty glass on the flower stand beside her.
Her slender wrists reached out and linked with Hawke's strong arm.
“Lead the way, Your Majesty.” Her voice remained languid, yet sharp as a honey-coated blade. “Don’t disappoint me.”
Hawke no longer hesitated. He used his arm to pull the "European tycoon" through the chatting crowd, walking steadily and quickly toward the entrance to the hidden corridor leading upstairs.
Upstairs suite
Just as Hawke locked the door behind him, Cipher broke free from his arm like a nimble python.
She whirled around, her back pressed against the cold door, her eyes behind the mask gleaming with a wild and excited light in the dim light.
"It's time to inspect the goods, kid." Her voice was blatantly provocative.
Hawke didn't say anything, but responded with a sudden burst of action.
Like a cheetah hunting its prey, he strode up to Cipher, grabbed her wrist as she tried to resist, and pinned it firmly to the door with a dull thud.
With an irresistible force, his other hand reached for the ribbons of her delicate mask.
"Let me see if this face is worth that 'overtime pay'." His voice was low and hoarse.
Cipher let out a short snort and instinctively raised his knee to ram it, but Hawke, anticipating this, firmly held it down with his thigh.
The difference in strength prevented her from breaking free of her restraints, but the flames in her eyes burned even brighter.
She stopped struggling and instead raised her chin, letting Hawke's fingers pull off the mask's straps.
507 The Venetian mask slipped off, revealing Hawke's all-too-familiar, aggressively beautiful face to the dim light.
"Satisfied?" Seifer's red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, yet equally scorching.
A flicker of amazement crossed Hawke's eyes, but it was quickly consumed by a deeper fire. He didn't answer, nor did he give her any room to retaliate.
The fingers gripping her wrist tightened suddenly, while his other hand forcefully cut through her thick, wine-red curls, gripping the back of her head, and then, with unwavering determination, he kissed her fiercely.
After a while, Hawke released her hair and then roughly tore at the invisible zipper on the back of her velvet dress.
……
"How was it..." Hawke's voice was broken and hoarse, "Are you satisfied, Professor Cipher?"
Cipher's chest heaved violently, and his red lips looked even more vibrant and luscious.
The intense light in her eyes did not dim; she simply stared intently at Hawke's sweat-drenched face with her deep eyes, as if trying to suck his soul into it.
Then, she slowly gave a heart-stopping smile:
"Heh...so-so...passed, little Hawke..."
"Is this all there is to it?"
"Hmm?" Cipher's expression stiffened slightly.
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“Three years ago, I didn’t want to, but now…” Hawke grinned wickedly, and under Cipher’s bewildered gaze, he suddenly flipped her over. “But now… I’m perverted enough!”
The reason why he was mocked by Cipher for not growing up three years ago was because Hawke backed down at this moment.
But clearly, after three years of trials and tribulations, coupled with the skill enhancement he received at the age of 18, Hawke felt invincible with both ability and mindset…
Not to mention that Kobayashi Miu was given special training yesterday.
After what seemed like almost an hour, Cipher fell asleep...
Hawke gave a professional check-up and found that Cipher hadn't fainted or collapsed; he was just asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief, covered Cipher with the blanket, and tiptoed downstairs.
Back in the hall, Hawke socialized with others, his gaze casually sweeping to the other side, where a slightly clumsy figure instantly caught his attention.
Near the buffet table decorated with huge ice sculptures, stood a woman with an Asian face wearing a gorgeous gold sequined bodycon dress.
Her beauty was breathtaking, her features exquisite like a masterpiece, yet she was slightly bowing her head, a few strands of her thick, long, curly hair falling down to partially obscure her profile.
She held a nearly untouched plate in her hand, her lips moving rapidly and silently, as if she were practicing something repeatedly.
"Hiss—" Hawke's expression was strange. What should he call this person?
Jun Ji-hyun? Or perhaps... Cheon Song-yi?
Has the world become like this?
How terrifying!
He strolled over with great interest.
"Good evening, Miss Qian." Hawke said with a smile.
Like a startled fawn, Cheon Song-yi abruptly raised her head, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by a professional and extremely approachable bright smile.
“Good evening, Mr. Hawke!” Her English pronunciation was clear, but her intonation had a distinct Korean rhythm and sounded slightly stiff.
She subconsciously straightened her back, and the "Queen of the Thousand Faces" aura that she held in awe of everyone in South Korea was carefully restrained in this unfamiliar setting, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.
“It is a great honor to meet you,” she said with a slight, graceful bow. “Mr. Ryan, your… investment acumen is world-renowned.”
She seemed to carefully choose her words, offering a somewhat awkward compliment.
Hawke found it somewhat amusing to watch her try to maintain her elegance while barely concealing her unease.
This top idol, who can draw massive crowds across Asia, displayed an almost novice-like humility when facing American tycoons.
They're probably also afraid of being hit by a dump truck while walking down the street.
"Just call me Hawke." He waved his hand casually, his gaze sweeping over her almost empty plate. "Don't you like the food here?"
"Aniyo!" Cheon Song-yi quickly waved her hand, then realized she had spoken Korean, her face flushing slightly. She switched back to English, "No, the food was fantastic! It's just... it's my first time attending Mr. Stark's private dinner, and I'm a little..."
She couldn't find the right words for a moment.
“Nervous?” Hawke kindly spoke for her, a smile playing on his lips. “Relax, Ms. Qian. Tony is actually a pretty easy guy to get along with, as long as you ignore his occasional…” He glanced in Tony’s direction and saw several supermodels enthusiastically pulling Tony to take photos with them, “…Hmm, dramatic personality.”
Cheon Song-yi was amused by Hawke's words, covered her mouth and chuckled, her tense mood easing considerably.
Her gaze fell upon Tony and Pepper, who shone brightly in the center of the crowd, and she exclaimed sincerely, "Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts, you are truly dazzling. And you, you are like...like a king who controls everything."
She used an exaggerated metaphor from a Korean drama, her eyes filled with pure admiration and a touch of awe in the face of a super big shot.
“King?” Hawke raised an eyebrow, a familiar yet novel assessment. “Sounds good, but I still prefer to do some ‘small business,’ make some ‘little money,’ and incidentally…” His gaze swept meaningfully over the ladies around him who were casting admiring glances, “…to appreciate the scenery of the world.”
Following his gaze, Cheon Song-yi blushed slightly, clearly understanding Hawke's implication.
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She exclaimed sincerely again, "To be able to do what you have in America is truly remarkable. Unlike in Korea..." She seemed to think of something, sighed softly, and didn't finish her sentence.
Hawke understood her unspoken words.
So what if they're superstars?
Even in the face of true power, one still needs to look up to it with utmost caution.
He raised his glass: "Welcome to a bigger stage, Miss Qian."
He planned to go all out to flirt with this American newcomer, after all, his sage mode was over.