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Obama: "..."
Seeing that Hawke was about to hang up, Obadiah hurriedly asked:
"Wait, tell me, who exactly are you?"
Obama now understands: the ability to hack into his computer, monitor his location in real time, and move freely within the intricate network he has set up is not something an ordinary person can do; the other party must be a powerful and influential figure.
$30 billion! That's a lot of money. He won't be satisfied until he gets to the bottom of this!
"Alright, since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you: to prevent the world from being destroyed, to protect world peace, and to uphold evil with love and truth, there are lovable and charming villains..."
Obama listened, completely bewildered...
"Put the phone close to your ear, I'm only speaking to you."
Obadi's expression tightened, and he cautiously placed the phone to his ear. The next second, he seemed to hear Hawke's murmured voice, as if guided by faith:
Hello, Hydra!
Obadiah's pupils contracted sharply upon hearing "Hydra".
Once upon a time, Obama was also Howard Stark's good friend. How could Stark Industries, which he co-founded, not have heard of the name "Hydra"?
Those were terrorists who almost destroyed the world.
It is said that "if you cut off one head, two heads will grow back," a centipede that does not die easily.
"He's actually a member of Hydra..."
Obama murmured:
"Then everything makes sense."
How could anyone possess such power to recklessly hack into his computer, extort him, the future head of Stark Industries, and repeatedly succeed in doing so?
Besides technological means, he probably has quite a few undercover agents around him, right?
Obama looked at his secretary with a newfound wariness.
The secretary was trembling.
I feel like my situation is getting more and more dangerous. Will I really be thrown into the Hudson River to feed the fish?
……
"Tsk!"
Hawke reached out and flicked the bonds:
"Another $20 billion in hand, making money is just too easy."
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"Looks like I'll have to squeeze another penny out of Obama if I get the chance."
Yes, Obama has indeed been completely drained by Hawke, leaving him with nothing. But before that, Obama had already been shorting Stark Industries. Just based on the drop in Stark Industries' stock price after Tony's disappearance, that old bastard Obama must have made a lot of money.
The funds simply haven't been withdrawn yet.
Once the funds are withdrawn...
Since Obama is going to die anyway, there's no point in keeping this money. He might as well use it to do something meaningful, which could create many jobs and boost GDP for the world. That would be doing a good job for himself.
..... ... ....
“After this ordeal, I reckon if he tries to extort money again, Obadi will break down and might just give up or something.” Hawke pondered for a moment, then said, “Then let’s wait until Tony comes back and squeeze him for one last bit of money. With Tony standing right in front of him, and me ready to tell Tony at any moment, that old guy Obadi definitely won’t be able to handle the pressure. He won’t be able to avoid trouble without paying up!”
"Hey, Obama, you're also my dearest friend, my brother, like a candle that burned itself to light my way. You're a great man too!"
Obama estimates that he can bring Hawke $50 billion in cash. If that's not the closest of friends and family, what is?
They're practically like half-brothers!
"Now that we have the money, what's next? Should we go home to see Ivanka, or..."
Hawke thought for a moment. He had been saying he wanted to buy a villa for Cheon Song-yi, and he needed to talk to Christy Durrington's husband about it. It was time to put this matter on the agenda.
"Okay, let's go find Cheon Song-yi and film some of my scenes while we're at it. After all, I'm the male lead in 'My Love from the Star,' and I can't just stay away from filming forever."
I'll go home to visit Ivanka again in the afternoon.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to withstand Hawke's massive iron hammer for so long.
195 will die under Hawke's crotch sooner or later.
The crew of "My Love from the Star".
The film set is always a combination of noise and busyness.
The props crew was moving things, the lighting technician was adjusting the lights, the director was shouting through a megaphone, and there were a few lines of Korean dialogue mixed in the background.
Hawke, dressed casually with his hands in his pockets, strolled in as if he were returning to his own living room.
When the staff saw him, they instinctively made way for him, their eyes filled with a mixture of awe and curiosity.
There's no way around it; this guy is not only the male lead but also the sugar daddy.
His eyes swept across the room and precisely spotted Cheon Song-yi touching up her makeup in the van.
Under the light, the lines of her profile were excessively delicate.
Hawke grinned and strode over without hesitation.
The makeup artist and assistant in the car were both employees of Hawke. Seeing that their boss seemed to have something to say to Cheon Song-yi, or as if he had something to do, they wisely lowered their heads and left the car, closing the doors and windows behind them.
"Busy?" Hawke's voice carried his usual teasing tone.
When Cheon Song-yi heard the voice, she turned her head and saw it was him. Her eyes lit up for a moment, then turned into a little smug: "The busy man has finally deigned to come and inspect the set?"
"Isn't this to contribute to the ratings for my leading lady?" Hawke grinned and moved closer, completely unconcerned about her little temper.
He leaned forward slightly, his arm naturally resting on the back of the chair next to Cheon Song-yi.
"Oh, right," he said, as if suddenly remembering something small, "I've been looking for a villa for you recently. The location and layout have to be befitting our superstar, Cheon Song-yi."
"Can you spare some time? I'll go with you to look at houses and see if you like them."
Hawke looked up, his light brown eyes filled with a smile and undeniable confidence.
"I'll swipe my card for whatever you like."
He waved his phone, the gesture as casual as if he were saying, "Buy a coffee."
"Buy me a house?" Cheon Song-yi's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened instantly. Her finger instinctively pointed to her nose, her meticulously made-up face filled with utter bewilderment, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I?!" "Really? Oppa, you're kidding, right?!"
Even if a pie fell from the sky, it wouldn't be this big!
“Of course it’s true.” Hawke chuckled softly, his tone certain, as if he were simply stating a given fact.
"Ah this..."
Cheon Song-yi was a little dizzy from the huge amount of information.
Moved?
It must have been touching!
In bustling yet unfamiliar New York, having a safe haven that is entirely your own, where you don't have to live under someone else's roof, provides an incredible sense of security!
but!
The next second, a huge sense of loss and resistance surged up.
Have they left Hawke's penthouse?
Wouldn't that be...
Doesn't that mean I can't be with him every day anymore?!
Sharing a bed, eating together, and being able to see him anytime, anywhere... won't these golden opportunities for cultivating feelings be drastically reduced?
This is an absolute rip-off!
Is the sense of security that comes from having your own place more important, or the opportunity to stay close to Hawke?
Cheon Song-yi's delicate face was filled with ever-changing expressions. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her small mouth was unconsciously pursed, as she was caught in an unprecedented vortex of entanglement.
Hawke watched the fascinating changes in her expression and understood perfectly well what was going on.
However, Cheon Song-yi quickly stopped worrying about it, because Hawke's hand was already on her thigh.
This quickly reminded Cheon Song-yi that Hawk was not someone she could easily deal with. She was almost physically and mentally damaged by Hawk's big iron hammer. If she continued to live in Hawk's house, she would die under Hawk's crotch sooner or later.
Having thought it through, Cheon Song-yi said:
"You choose for me. I've been busy with work lately and haven't been able to spare much time. Actually, I don't have very high requirements for housing; having a home would be great."
"Okay, then I'll definitely pick out a big and beautiful house for you."
Hawke laughed.
Cheon Song-yi is very sensible, so let's do good deeds, kiss her future, and add some budget to Cheon Song-yi's house, then let's set the price at 1500 million US dollars.
We can't add any more, otherwise it wouldn't be fair to Andy and the other women.
He gently pulled Cheon Song-yi into his arms and whispered in her ear:
"Well!"
Cheon Song-yi was helpless. She really wanted to work properly and didn't want to do these things in the van. But Hawke was the boss, so she could only listen to him and obediently knelt down in front of him, reaching out to unbuckle his belt.
……
Blue sky and white sun.
When Hawke got home, he had already spent two hours in Cheon Song-yi's van, and then spent some time filming a small portion of the male lead's scenes.
It was noon.
Ivanka changed into a high-necked, tight-fitting knit top, a white, knee-length, bodycon fishtail skirt, and black cropped high heels, which perfectly showcased her figure. Her alluring curves were so captivating that they made one's mouth water. One couldn't help but marvel at the Creator's favor towards her, which made her so sexy and seductive, comparable to Venus, the goddess of love.
What are you doing?
Hawke walked to the desk, embraced Ivanka's alluring body from behind, kissed her delicate face deeply, and asked with a smile.
"I'm in contact with my secretary to rearrange my work!"