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So let's get straight to the point.

"Tsk tsk, if I hadn't known beforehand that you were sent by the Hand to assassinate me, I probably would have thought you were a cold and aloof beauty."

Hawke surprised everyone by chuckling as he pierced right through Erica's defenses.

Erica's expression immediately changed drastically.

How could she have imagined that, just as she got close to her target and before she even had a chance to start using any methods, her information would be exposed?

How did the other party do it?

She isn't very well-known and rarely appears in public.

unless……

"There was a spy within the Hand who leaked my assassination plan."

Erica was furious.

Damn it, that guy clearly doesn't care about her life.

The assassination target was a superhuman, and the presence of several superhuman security personnel around him already put Erica under immense pressure. She didn't know if she could assassinate Hawke, and even if she succeeded, did she really have a chance to break through the encirclement of a group of superhumans?

just now……

"Who is Ryan's spy in the Hand?" Erica probably knew she was in deep trouble and couldn't leave, so she opened up and asked.

"Spies? There are no spies. Do we need spies to deal with you? I can tell who you are at first glance..." Hawke shrugged. "I know who you are just by looking at you. Do we need spies?"

Hawke suddenly felt that having memories of his past life was truly wonderful.

"If that's the case, why don't you take action to resolve it immediately... wait."

Erica suddenly understood Hawke's idea.

Ryan's interests may not necessarily represent the interests of this young master Ryan. The Hand's retaliation against the Ryan Group did not touch the young master's core interests at all, so of course he is not worried.

"So, what do you plan to do with me?"

Erica also mustered up the courage to ask directly.

"That depends on your own performance."

Hawke sat down on the sofa with his legs spread wide, and beckoned to Erica with his finger:

“Erica, you don’t want the Four Fingers of the Hand to know that you’ve chosen to betray the Party and betray me by telling me they sent you to assassinate me, do you?”

"Huh?" Erica was stunned. "Didn't you find this out yourself?"

Hawke shrugged. "So, do you think the four fingers of the Hand believe what you've told them, or what I've told them?"

Erica remained silent.

Given the foolish and suspicious nature of the four-fingered Hands, it would be strange if they believed her. Even if she explained her conversation with Hawke in detail, they would not believe her. Rather than staying and being suspicious and wary, they might as well just kill her to prevent future troubles.

And with the torture methods of the Hand Society... it would be difficult for her to die even if she wanted to.

Faced with this situation, it seems that no matter which way she goes, she is doomed. There is only one way out: serve this tycoon's son well. Maybe if the young master is in a good mood, he will grant her the position of a concubine, and she will earn enough to enjoy endless wealth and honor for the rest of her life.

Erica is a very rational woman; in a short time, she figured out the pros and cons.

then.

She tossed her head, her long hair flying, gave Hawke a seductive smile, then bit her red lips, knelt on the ground, and crawled on all fours toward Hawke.

Approaching Hawke, she opened her mouth and bit down on Hawke's zipper with her teeth.

There's nothing shameful about trying to survive.

……

Okay, since Erica is so eloquent, Hawke temporarily took her in as one of his own. Once the Hand's four fingers are gone, she will lead the remaining Hand members.

The Four Fingers of the Hand quickly realized the situation: Erica was missing. This meant that either the woman had been discovered as an assassin and had been killed, or she had already defected. In either case, it meant that their Plan B had failed.

Oh wow.

Driven to the brink of mental collapse by Hawke's relentless raids, they were forced to take matters into their own hands and eliminate one of Ryan Group's directors.

For mortals, the Hand's formidable assassins are still quite intimidating.

"Why are you taking it one step at a time, like squeezing toothpaste? Why can't you just take them all out at once?"

Hawke said with dissatisfaction.

The Hand is too slow. With their methods of killing, when will they ever be able to completely sweep away the Ryan Group's board of directors and turn it into a one-man show for the Ryan family?

Erica, who was good at talking, raised her head and glanced at Hawke speechlessly. The directors of the Ryan Group were all top billionaires with strong security forces around them. It would be lucky if they could take down one of them. How could they be taken down all at once?

Erica shook her head and continued eating her popsicle.

"Ziyun, keep pushing the Hands to their limits. If we don't push them, they'll never know their true potential," Hawke instructed, calling over Gu Ziyun.

Gu Ziyun rolled her eyes... Oh well, holiday ruined...

Next, Koo Ja-yoon took Eun-bi to play in the jungle again, and also continued to train Shin Si-ah.

Sowangda was caught off guard by Gu Ziyun, who led his men to beat him severely, but not to death, and instead released him.

What we want is to hurt each other.

If you just kill someone, then it's pointless.

In their fight against Ryan, the Hand is already at a significant disadvantage. If a few more leaders die, how will they survive?

really.

After Sowanda was released, the Hand's actions to retaliate against Ryan accelerated.

Of course, it's clear to everyone that Ryan has already won this war. The Hand simply can't afford to drag it out like Ryan. The final outcome is only a matter of time.

97 What can your loyal Kardashian family do for you?

Night had already fallen in New York.

When Hawke returned home, the living room was filled with Cheon Song-yi's deliberately slowed-down, slightly exaggerated American English recitation.

"Oh, darling, you simply must see the new collection! It's divine!"

She was wearing a large, loose silk robe, standing barefoot in front of a full-length mirror, one hand on her hip, the other gesturing exaggeratedly in the air, her expression both serious and slightly self-deprecatingly comical.

Hearing the door open, Cheon Song-yi abruptly stopped practicing and turned around.

When she recognized Hawke, her eyes lit up with surprise.

"You're back!" She practically jumped for joy, like a bird returning to its nest, and lightly rushed into Hawke's arms, her arms naturally wrapping around his neck.

Hawke caught her steadily, his strong arms encircling her slender waist, and his chin gently brushed against the top of her fragrant hair.

"Yeah, you're back. Practicing your spoken English? You sound like Princess Grace now." He teased with a smile, his hands groping all over the place.

Cheon Song-yi snuggled against him, looked up at him, her eyes sparkling: "Of course I have to work hard! On the Hollywood Walk of Fame, I can't just say 'Annyeonghaseyo' and 'Kamsamita'!" Then, as if remembering something, she asked curiously, "How... is it going?"

She could sense his tense state over the past two days.

“In this country, there are very few problems that Ryan can’t solve!” Hawke took off his coat, shrugged, and said confidently.

"Let's not talk about that now," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "I've made a decision about the plan we discussed earlier."

Cheon Song-yi's heart skipped a beat, and she held her breath.

Hawke put his arm around her and led her to the luxurious sofa in the living room. "I've decided to establish 'Ryan Entertainment' immediately. We'll go through the formalities tomorrow."

“Lian Entertainment…” Cheon Song-yi repeated the name softly.

“And you, Ms. Cheon Song-yi,” Hawke settled her on the sofa, then sat down beside her, his arm still possessively around her shoulder, his gaze intense, “will be the first artist signed by Ryan Entertainment. All of the company’s initial resources will be poured into you without reservation.”

"The first one?" Cheon Song-yi's heart skipped a beat.

“Yes,” Hawke affirmed, twirling a strand of her curly hair between his fingers. “We need to go the fast track. Hollywood needs a stepping stone, and New York is our best springboard. Here, we already have ready-made helpers.”

"A helper?" Cheon Song-yi asked curiously.

“The Kardashians.” Hawke’s lips curled into a playful smile. “They’ve been deeply rooted in New York’s entertainment and fashion scene for years. Although their influence is mainly limited to reality TV, social media, and fashion, their connections and ability to generate buzz are unmatched. We need them to make a breakthrough in this area where they excel.”

"Kardashian?" Cheon Song-yi, of course, knew this name that was famous throughout the United States, and was a little surprised. "You and them..."

Hawke picked up his phone from the table, his expression natural, even a little nonchalant and lazy: "Yeah, we get along well. Courtney, Kim, Khloe, we're all pretty close."

He paused, his finger swiping across the screen searching for a number, his tone casual, "We even had a small party together a few days ago."

Cheon Song-yi's smile froze slightly, and a small, inexplicable sour feeling welled up inside her.

Although she knew that a man like Hawke must have had a colorful past, hearing him mention his intimate relationships with other women so casually, especially the famously sexy Kardashian sisters, still stirred up an indescribable awkwardness and...jealousy in her heart.

She tried to suppress her emotions, reminding herself that her career was more important right now, but her eyes still involuntarily drifted towards Hawke, wanting to see his expression.

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Hawke seemed oblivious to her subtle emotional fluctuations, or perhaps he simply didn't care.

He quickly found the number and pressed the speakerphone button.

The phone rang a few times before being answered. A woman's voice, both shrewd and capable yet warm and familiar, came through: "Hey! Hawke Lane! You've only been apart for two days and you already miss me? Or do you miss us sisters?"

It was Kourtney, the eldest of the Kardashian sisters.

Hawke chuckled. "Courtney, stop joking. I have serious business to discuss with you."

“Oh?” Kourtney’s voice became more serious. “It must be a big deal. Tell me, what can your loyal Kardashian family do for you?”

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“I’m going to enter the entertainment industry and establish ‘Ryan Entertainment.’ I need a partner who can quickly establish a foothold in New York and create buzz,” Hawke said bluntly. “The first project is to create a top Asian superstar and push her into Hollywood. I need the Kardashians’ expertise in creating buzz.”

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, as if processing the information, before Kourtney's voice was filled with excitement and decisiveness: "Ryan Entertainment? Wow! Hawke, that sounds amazing! Of course we're interested! It would be an honor to work with the Ryan family! Just tell us how it works, and the Kardashian family will give you our full support! Being their dog... I mean, their pawn, helping them expand their territory in the entertainment industry, Kim and Khloe will be absolutely thrilled!"

Courtney's tone was decisive, laced with obsequiousness and an eagerness to seize the opportunity.

She knew all too well what it meant to climb the social ladder by marrying into the Ryan family.

Hawke was not surprised by the answer: "Very good. So, Courtney, would you be interested in trying out for the CEO position at Lane Entertainment?"

"What?!" Courtney's voice suddenly rose, filled with unbelievable elation. "CEO?! Hawke, are you serious?!"