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Her makeup was exquisite and appropriate, and her meticulously styled updo revealed her elegant neck. Only a few unruly strands of hair fell beside her cheeks, adding a touch of softness.
A small, delicate 4.8-inch pearl stud earring shimmered on her earlobe, a soft touch amidst her sophisticated demeanor.
Hearing the noise, Nalan looked up and saw Hawke's figure. A hint of surprise flashed in her clear and bright eyes, which then turned into just the right amount of respect and a hint of barely perceptible joy.
She quickly stood up, a professional smile on her face, and led Hawke to the comfortable sofa area next to her.
"Mr. Hawke, what brings you here?" Her voice was clear and pleasant, carrying the competence unique to a workplace elite.
Hawke casually sat down on the sofa, his gaze lingering for a moment on her legs, which were covered in blue stockings and black laces, before looking up at her.
"Just came to see you. Are you about to officially take over as CEO of Lane Technology?"
His tone was somewhat casual.
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Na Lan sat down opposite him, her legs together and slightly tilted, in an elegant posture.
“Yes, thank you for your trust, Mr. Hawke. I will do my best,” she replied, though she felt a little uneasy.
Hawke rarely came directly to her office like this, and his gaze made her heart beat slightly faster.
“By the way,” Hawke said, his eyes probing, “I remember you used to work at Morgan Stanley?”
“Yes, Mr. Hawke.” Na Lan nodded, her mind racing as she tried to figure out Hawke’s purpose.
Is it to learn about Morgan Stanley?
Just then, she caught a change in Hawke's gaze—a mixture of aggressive admiration and undisguised male desire, sweeping over her, especially lingering on her breasts outlined by her suit and her legs encased in black stockings.
Na Lan's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of heat instantly rushed to her cheeks.
She was not naive; she knew all too well what that gaze meant.
But I didn't feel any resistance in my heart.
Having struggled alone in a foreign land, in the world of Wall Street, she had long understood that beauty and physical beauty are sometimes a form of capital and bargaining chip.
Hawke Lane, this 06 name itself represents the pinnacle of power, wealth, and influence in America.
He was young and excessively handsome, the object of countless socialites' dreams, and also the famous American superhero "King"!
Rather than... it's better to...
A thought quickly formed in her mind—it doesn't matter who she gives it to, right?
Thinking of this, Na Lan took a deep breath, her professional smile fading, replaced by a mixture of compliance and determination.
Under Hawke's gaze, he slowly stood up.
“Mr. Hawke,” her voice was a few decibels lower than before, with a hint of barely suppressed nervousness, “please wait a moment while I lock the door… I’m afraid my secretary might come in and disturb you.”
She turned and walked toward the heavy wooden door of the office, her high heels making a dull, rhythmic sound on the carpet.
At the door, Na Lan stretched out her hand, her slender fingers landing on the lock with a soft "click," like a clear signal.
Turning around, a captivating blush spread across her blue face, and her eyes, no longer darting away, bravely met Hawke's gaze with a sacrificial allure.
She was no longer an incoming CEO, but more like a concubine determined to please the king, gracefully walking towards the young emperor on the sofa.
Watching the blue creature return with a clear posture, Hawke sat there, relaxed, waiting for his prey to come to him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Nalan walked up to Hawke and gently placed her knees on the carpet between his spread legs, forming a posture of utter submission.
“Mr. Hawke…” she murmured softly, her voice gentle and alluring, “You bear the weight of the entire Ryan Group on your shoulders, you’ve worked hard.”
……
Two hours later, Hawke sat on the large sofa, slowly twisting the buttons with both hands.
The girl lying on my lap had glazed eyes, her bodycon skirt was lifted up and wrapped around her waist, her clothes were disheveled.
"Mr. Hawke, did you come here today specifically to see me?"
That blue voice carried a lingering affection and allure.
“Of course,” Hawke nodded, lying without batting an eye, “I always keep in mind the beautiful CEO who is about to take over at my Lane Technology.”
Na Lan smiled happily, struggled to her feet, straightened her shirt and skirt, and asked, "Mr. Hawke, you just asked me about Morgan Stanley?"
Hawke nodded and placed his large hand on the long, blue-stockinged legs, giving them a squeeze: "You can just call me Hawke from now on, no need to be so polite."
Nalan readily placed both of her legs in Hawke's hands.
Hawke, pinching the blue leg, suddenly spoke in a heavy tone:
"Someone bullied me."
"Who is it that dares to bully you?" Lan's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you out of your mind?"
Morgan Stanley.
Na Lan: "..."
"Then there's nothing we can do..."
While Ryan wasn't afraid of Morgan Stanley alone, the entire Morgan conglomerate would be a bit of a problem.
How many people in the world are Morgan afraid to bully?
Although the Lane family is also a large and wealthy family, and has long been a member of the Old Money Group, it is still a step behind the entire Morgan financial group.
The two poles of the Morgan Group—JPMorgan Chase and Morgan Stanley—are, if taken individually, comparable to the Lane Group.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry." Na Lan leaned forward and sat on Hawke's lap, hugging him and comforting him, "If they bully us, we'll just stop playing with them in the future."
"Oh." Hawke nodded slightly, then added, "And Lan, you have no idea, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!"
Na Lan: "So fast? It's ready again?"
Okay, she understood immediately. While marveling at Hawk's strength in certain aspects, she also took on the role of a fire-extinguishing angel to help Hawk.
She knelt down at Hawke's jeans.
night.
As night falls, Broadway is brightly lit, bustling with crowds, and incredibly lively.
The shops and restaurants lining the streets lit up, creating a romantic and charming atmosphere.
Pedestrians, dressed in fashionable clothes and carrying shopping bags, walked along the street in groups, chatting and laughing.
Some of them were young people shopping, some were couples enjoying food, and others were tourists sightseeing.
The restaurants and shops lining both sides of the street warmly welcome customers, offering a variety of delicious food and goods.
Some restaurants offer traditional American burgers and fried chicken, some shops sell fashionable clothes and shoes, and others specialize in a variety of delicious snacks and desserts.
On this lively night, the music and dancing on Broadway became even more vibrant.
Street performers attracted the attention and applause of many people with their performances on the street.
Some artists played guitar, some danced, and others sang moving songs.
The bustling scene on Broadway attracted many young people and tourists who enjoyed the city's unique charm.
"How is it? Is this ice cream delicious?"
Nalan held out her half-eaten ice cream to Hawke, insisting that he try some too. She smiled and asked, and after Hawke nodded, she said:
"I told you, it really is delicious!"
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After Nalan performed her role as a fire extinguisher, it was getting dark, so Hawke took Nalan out for a stroll and some food along Broadway.
In addition to hamburgers, fried chicken, pizza, French fries, kebabs, fried shrimp, and other foods, there are also many food stalls selling ice cream and drinks in various flavors, such as strawberry, chocolate, and matcha.
These ice creams and drinks have a smooth texture and rich flavor, and taste pretty good.
"When you're in a bad mood, eat some sweets. The quick energy will stimulate the brain to produce dopamine, which will make you happy."
Na Lan said.
"Thank you so much for your help. I feel much better now."
Hawke kissed the blue face and laughed.
"Ouch, you've gotten ice cream all over my face from your mouth."
Nalan pouted and glared at Hawke.
"Just wipe it off, you washed your face for so long before you came, you almost scrubbed your skin off, what are you afraid of?" Hawke laughed.
Na Lan: "..."
"Humph!"
She gave a soft hum, took out a tissue from her bag, and was about to wipe her face, otherwise it would feel sticky and uncomfortable.
"Okay, okay, it's such a small thing, why use tissues? It's a waste!"
Hawke used his tongue to lick the ice cream off the blue face.
"Ugh~ Aren't you disgusting? You've got my face covered in drool."
"Tch, you think I'm disgusting just because I spit on your face? Why don't you mention what happened before..."
Hawke and Nalan were bickering like a pair of lovebirds, and before they knew it, they had arrived near the Morgan Stanley building.
"Nalan, how about I give you a gift?"
"what gift?"
Hawke also performed a little magic trick, pulling a small gift box from behind Blue's head and placing it in front of Blue, smiling gently:
"Open it and take a look~?"
Looking at the size of the box, Lan wondered, "Is it a ring? Or an earring?"
She was actually a little excited.
at the same time.