"This... "
Hawke Martin gave a rueful smile, unable to say anything. Since Nangong Bing already knew the truth, there was no point in hiding anything anymore.
"Since Miss Nangong already knows, I, Hawke Martin, have nothing further to say."
With that, Hawke Martin turned and motioned with his hand.
A chef from the United States approached with a perfectly cooked steak in hand.
"This might be the last thing I can do for Miss Nangong."
Hawke Martin spoke sincerely, realizing that pursuing Nangong Bing was futile now. He hated Lin Zifeng, loathed how he was one step ahead, yet he didn't know that from beginning to end, it was the Grand Empress Dowager who nudged Lin Zifeng forward.
"No need." Nangong Bing's expression was cold as she turned and walked towards the car.
Though feeling down, Hawke Martin maintained a strong smile on the surface.
Vroom, vroom, vroom,
