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"What do you want now?"
"Christie, your voice sounds a little strange. It's become a bit hoarse. Do you have a cold? But wait, you were perfectly fine when I left."
Edward Binns asked, puzzled.
"It's nothing serious. I just choked while eating, which made my throat a little uncomfortable. It's nothing serious."
Christy Durrington covered her throat and coughed.
“If your throat is sore, you should go to the hospital,” Edward Binns said with concern. “Otherwise, a small problem might turn into a big one.”
"I said I'm fine, and I mean it!"
Christy Durrington frowned and said:
"Besides, didn't you tell me to play with that young master? Now you're pretending to be a good guy... If I leave, how am I supposed to play with him?"
"Is that young master still around?"
Edward Binns said awkwardly.
Christy Durrington said impatiently:
"Yeah, I'm at the gym with him right now. He's doing barbell bench presses! By the way, what's up with your call? Hurry up and tell me! I also have to practice Smith machine squats later!"
235 You want me to go to Master Hawke's Glaze? What do you take me for?
Edward Binns knew, of course, that his wife was a fitness fanatic who frequently went to the gym to lift weights, and that Smith machine squats were a regular exercise she did, an exercise that primarily targets the glutes, outer thighs, and adductor muscles, so he didn't ask any further questions.
“I called to check if you and that young master are still together. If you are, I want you to tell him that I have shortlisted information on more than a dozen properties for him, and I have already sent it to his phone so that he can take a look and see which property he is interested in, and then we can arrange a time to go see the property together.”
"Okay." Christy Durrington grunted and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. I'm going to get on the equipment."
"Wait a minute!" Edward Binns said quickly, "Have you forgotten what I told you before?"
“Fuck!” Christy Durrington said angrily, “What kind of riddle are you trying to pull? You’ve said so many things before, how am I supposed to remember anything you said? Just tell me, what is it!”
Edward Bins: "..."
Why does my wife seem a bit irritable?
Is it because of a sore throat?
However, given Christy Durrington's typically assertive personality, he didn't say anything, but instead chuckled and said:
"Christie, you have such a bad memory. Didn't I tell you before that our family is having some cash flow problems lately and we're thinking of borrowing some money from a big bank? I was hoping you could help me subtly inquire and see if that young master could lend us a hand."
“Oh shit!” Christy Durrington said, “How am I supposed to know how to subtly bring this up? Why didn’t you talk to him when you were here?”
“Christie, I just noticed that you seem to be closer to that young master.”
Edward Binns explained:
"It's definitely better to have someone you know speak up for you in this kind of situation. What if he refuses outright after I say so? With you... he might be too embarrassed to say no, since men find it hard to lose face in front of beautiful women!"
"Fuck you!"
Christy Durrington gritted her teeth:
"What do you mean? You want me to go to that young master of the color glaze? What do you take me for? A tool to make money? Fuck you! Did you hear me? Fuck you!"
"No, no, Christy, you've misunderstood," Edward Binns hurriedly said. "It's just that you're asked to use your beauty to soften that young master's heart a little, not to seduce him!"
“Oh fuck!” Christy Durrington yelled. “What’s the difference between this and colored glaze? I’m hanging up. Go talk to him yourself!”
"Christie, honey, don't be like this. I'm not doing this for myself, I'm doing it for the good of our family. I want to provide a better life for our family!"
Edward Binns's Quest for the Way:
“Your beauty treatments, the money you spend on bags and clothes, and your son and daughter’s tuition fees all add up to a huge sum of money every year. If the company goes bankrupt, or even just stops making money, our family’s quality of life will be greatly reduced.”
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Christy Durrington yelled at Edward Binns while holding her phone, but then her heart softened. Thinking of her son and daughter, she said weakly, resigned to the hardships of life, "Alright, I'll try to mention it to that young master..."
After speaking, Christy Durrington hung up the phone immediately, giving Edward Binns no chance to say anything more.
"Clap!"
Hawke, holding a lighter, lit a cigarette and said with a smile:
"Your husband is really interesting, isn't he? He sent you to seduce me?"
"He's definitely lost his mind."
Christy Durrington took a few deep breaths and said:
"Even if he didn't actually want me to seduce you, how can the relationship between a man and a woman be so clearly defined? It's common knowledge in this industry that fake relationships can become real... Perhaps he really intends to use me to exchange for wealth."
"No way?" Hawke said in surprise, "Is he really that much of a beast?"
"Who can say for sure?"
Christy Durrington gave a soft snort and said:
"For you men, is money more important or women? With money, are you afraid of not finding a woman? Besides, we've been married for so many years, we know each other better than we know ourselves, there's no novelty left. I'm not afraid to tell you, he hasn't touched me in a long time, we're not like husband and wife anymore, more like brothers."
"Tsk tsk." Hawke clicked his tongue and said, "Anyway, for me, there is absolutely no way I would trade my wife and children for wealth."
“You’re already the eldest son of a top conglomerate, of course you wouldn’t do that. There are very few people in the world who are richer than your family.”
Christy Durrington rolled her eyes at Hawke and held out her hand to him:
Give me a cigarette.
Hawke shoved the cigarette he'd just taken two puffs into her mouth, then lit one for himself and said:
"This isn't about whether you're a tycoon or not. I've also experienced poverty. I've learned one thing—when you're poor, you must treat yourself with dignity; when no one helps you up, you must stand tall. When you're rich, you must treat others with dignity and not laugh at anyone less fortunate than you. Be neither arrogant nor humble. As a human being, just have a clear conscience. Peace of mind is the truest happiness!"
"hehe!"
Christy Durrington was too lazy to argue with Hawke. You rich kids, do you even know what poverty is?
In Christy Durrington's mind, it was like a rich kid pretending to be poor to pursue pure love. So (Li Qianhao) lied to his girlfriend, saying, "I only have an Audi A6, a house of a little over 100 square meters, and a few hundred thousand in savings," because he thought, "Even the poorest person can be this poor..." Fang...
Christy Durrington rested for a while, then started playing on her phone.
She also saw the news about the attack on Wall Street and couldn't help but complain:
"Why does the world feel so turbulent lately? A while ago, Tony Stark, the world's richest man, was attacked and went missing. Then you were attacked, which was terrifying. Now Wall Street has been attacked. It feels like the world is doomed!"
“Don’t say that,” Hawke said. “The world as a whole is still in a spiral of growth. Yes, that’s right. Some countries are responsible for growth, and some countries are responsible for the spiral.”
Christy Durrington: "...".
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the next morning.
Hawke came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, and sat down on the sofa in the living room with an air of nonchalance.
Behind her, Christy Durrington also came out wearing a bathrobe, her black hair draped over her shoulders.
Her bathrobe swayed, revealing glimpses of her long, shapely, and straight legs, which were quite alluring.
"Let me blow-dry your hair!"
Hawke smiled and picked up the hairdryer to dry Christy Durrington's hair. After about three minutes, the buzzing stopped, and her hair was dry.
"All right."
Hawke released Christy Durrington.
Christy Durrington ran her fingers through her hair, which was smooth and silky.
Hawke started blow-drying his hair: "You're leaving already? Aren't you going to thank me?"
Christy Durrington gave Hawke a 'I can't do anything with you' look and kissed him on the cheek:
"Okay?"
After saying that, Christy Durrington busied herself changing her clothes.
"Wow, so beautiful!"
Hawke looked at Christy Durrington's outfit and praised it with a smile.
Christy Durrington was seen wearing a black camisole top, a skirt, and a blazer. The overall color scheme was black, but it still managed to create a sense of layering. The black camisole top was made of satin, which looked delicate and soft, and also highlighted the overall color layering.
For her top, she chose a shorter style, which visually creates a better body proportion and also helps to highlight her temperament. In addition, Christy Durrington has a slender figure, which makes her overall temperament better.
A pair of silver-white high-heeled sandals can not only lengthen the leg lines, but also highlight her elegant temperament.
For accessories, she chose delicate and petite earrings. The silver earrings not only contrasted with the black but also enhanced her temperament and complexion, making Christy Durrington look more elegant.
"How dare you make sarcastic remarks? I'm definitely going to be late for work!" Christy Durrington said, both embarrassed and angry. "Damn it, I'll bite you to death!"
As she spoke, Christy Durrington, her pretty face still flushed, actually lunged at Hawke with a fierce glint in her eyes, pinned him to the sofa, and bit his neck several times.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, alright?" Hawke raised his hands in surrender and said, "If you keep arguing with me, we might waste the whole morning!"
Christy Durrington, still seething with anger, retracted her sharp teeth.
"You'll see what I do to you next time."
Christy Durrington buttoned up her clothes, glared at Hawke, and then turned and left the house.
Manhattan.
The new headquarters building of Ryan Media Group.
"How did you come?"
Stella was extremely busy and said:
"Get to the point quickly. I have a very important acquisition to discuss in a bit, and I don't have time to waste on your nonsense."
Hawke: "An acquisition?"
"Yes."
Stella said:
"I've made an appointment with Arthur Carter, the owner of The New York Observer. Lane Media Group is positioned as a comprehensive enterprise encompassing online media, traditional media, and entertainment, not just a simple internet company or entertainment company. Ivanka's side has acquired several small film companies to bolster Lane Pictures' organizational structure, scale, and resources. The Kardashians' production of 'My Love from the Star' is also nearing completion. I think we should acquire some more cost-effective newspapers to enhance our industry influence, and The New York Observer is a good option."
"For over 20 years, *The New York Observer* has been owned by Arthur Carter. Despite a circulation of only 5 copies per issue, this has not diminished its importance in the New York area. On the contrary, *The New York Observer* has long been essential reading for socialites, literary figures, and politicians. It is one of the most acclaimed newspapers in Manhattan, enjoying a high reputation and influence. It attracts many famous columnists and frequently interviews heavyweight celebrities, resulting in widely reprinted articles. Most notably, columnist Candace Bushnell's 'Sex and the City' column was the basis for the wildly popular TV series of the same name."