I'm in an American comic book world, and I'm starting out giving Aunt May special treatmen

Tony followed his gaze and caught sight of Taylor Swift. A look of schadenfreude mixed with pity immediately appeared on his face: "Tsk tsk, looks like the battlefield has shifted tonight? Good luck, hope you don't become the next hit single!"

After saying that, he wisely slipped away.

Hawke composed himself, put on a sincere smile, and walked towards Taylor Swift.

"Waiting for me?"

Taylor Swift turned her head, and her icy blue eyes seemed less sharp in the soft light, carrying a hint of languor and playfulness.

“Otherwise what? Mr. Hawke Lane, I thought you'd be eager to get your ‘little essay’ back.” She shook her small, delicate handbag, hinting at its contents.

Hawke's heart tightened, but his smile widened even more: "Taylor, you know me too well. Those... well, those pieces of evidence of youthful recklessness, keeping them with you isn't good for either of us, right? You're almost an international superstar, what if some unscrupulous paparazzi digs them up one day..."

“Heh,” Taylor Swift chuckled, interrupting his lame excuse, “Worried about my image? Or worried about your own image?”

She took half a step forward, instantly closing the distance between them. Hawke could even smell her unique and alluring perfume...

"If you want to take it back, you can."

Hawke's eyes lit up: "Really? What are the conditions? As long as I can do it..."

“The condition is simple,” Taylor Swift tilted her head slightly, a strand of golden curly hair falling over her shoulder. “How could I possibly keep a letter of repentance in my bag and carry it around with me? You have to come home with me to get it. That thing… is in a safe in a corner of my study. There are too many things there, so I’ll have to look for it on a specific shelf.” Her tone was relaxed and casual, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

Hawke's heart skipped a beat.

Go to her house?

late at night?

This sounds... a little off.

But the temptation of a letter of repentance was too great.

He weighed the options and figured that with Taylor Swift's bright and promising future, she probably wouldn't do anything "out of line" to him... She probably just wanted to take the opportunity to ridicule him a few more times.

Hawke was unaware that he was only aware of Taylor Swift's later achievements from a God's-eye view, but Taylor Swift herself certainly didn't know any of this.

As for 4.8, even if it has unlimited potential, it is still a vague future. Who can resist the temptation of becoming the only daughter-in-law of the Ryan family?

“Okay!” Hawke tried to make his voice sound cheerful. “To show my sincerity, you can ride in my car and I’ll be your driver?”

“No need,” Taylor Swift refused decisively, took out her car keys and pressed a button. A low-key yet luxurious sports car in the distance lit up its headlights. “Get in my car.”

Hawke could only keep up.

As she opened the passenger door and got in, the interior of the sports car was instantly filled with a scent that blended her perfume with the aroma of leather.

The car started and smoothly glided into the night street.

The carriage was quiet, with only the deep rumble of the engine.

Chapter 121: Whips and Handcuffs [Please subscribe and give flowers!]

Hawke tried to start a conversation: "The new song...it's great, I listened to it."

He made conversation out of nothing.

“Thank you.” Taylor Swift looked intently ahead, her profile particularly captivating in the light and shadow streaming through the window. “However, now is not the time to discuss music, Hawke.”

She turned her head slightly, a meaningful smile curving her lips: "I was thinking, should I invite you for a drink later? After all... reminiscing about the past always needs a certain atmosphere, right?"

Hawke's heart started beating even faster.

The atmosphere... didn't feel like he was going to get a letter of repentance; it felt more like... He shook his head, trying to dispel the erotic thoughts in his mind.

The car quickly drove into a heavily guarded upscale residential area and stopped in the garage of a stylish villa.

Taylor Swift got out of the car first: "We've arrived."

Hawke followed her through the garage and into the villa.

The interior design is modern and minimalist, yet it exudes an expensive taste and a touch of feminine softness.

The air was filled with her scent.

06 “The study is upstairs.” Taylor Swift walked ahead, her high heels making a rhythmic, soft sound on the smooth wooden floor.

Instead of immediately taking Hawke to the study, she headed towards the bar counter in the open kitchen.

"What would you like to drink?" She gracefully opened the wine cabinet, which displayed a variety of fine wines. "Whiskey? Red wine? Or...champagne?" She picked up a bottle of chilled champagne, turned to look at Hawke, her eyes shimmering in the soft light.

Seeing Hawke's somewhat embarrassed and conflicted expression, Taylor Swift suddenly laughed and waved her hand: "Come on, I'll take you upstairs to the study to find something."

Hawke breathed a sigh of relief. That letter of repentance was like a Damocles' sword hanging over his head; it was best to get it as soon as possible.

After going upstairs, Taylor Swift gracefully made a "please" gesture, pointing to the sleek, built-in safe in the corner of the study.

"Look, it's right there. I don't quite remember which floor it's on, so you'll have to find it yourself. I remember stuffing a lot of old manuscripts and random souvenirs inside."

Hawke felt as if he had been granted a pardon and practically pounced on him.

That foolish "letter of repentance" was simply an amplifier of the stains on his life.

He disregarded his appearance, knelt on one knee, and began to carefully search the safe by the soft light shining down from the top.

My fingers traced stacks of sheet music drafts and yellowed concert ticket stubs... but I couldn't find that damned document folder.

“There’s none on this floor either…” Hawke frowned, his upper body almost reaching deep into the safe, his butt sticking out high, intently rummaging through it.

The only sounds in the study were the rustling of him flipping through papers and his slightly rapid breathing.

Just then, Taylor Swift, standing behind him, subtly curled her lips into a smile that was completely different from the one she had shown at the banquet earlier—a smile that carried a hint of wickedness and cunning.

The languor and playfulness in his eyes completely vanished, replaced by a sharp glint, like a hunter locking onto its prey.

She silently took a half step back, her gaze falling on the stack of books and heavy music scores piled high on the desk next to her, almost teetering on the verge of collapse.

Those were the inspiration materials she had recently collected for her new album, piled up like a small mountain.

“Hawk,” her voice suddenly rang out, carrying a strange gentleness that sent a chill down Hawke’s spine.

"Hmm?" Hawke responded instinctively, before he could turn around.

next second!

A loud "crash—bang—!" was heard!

Taylor Swift kicked the bottom center of the pile of books hard!

The mountain of books and heavy sheet music collapsed like an avalanche, hitting Hawke, who was completely unprepared and bent over in front of the safe!

"Ah!" Hawke only had time to let out a short exclamation before he was hit by a barrage of papers, which instantly buried his upper body, especially his head and shoulders, under the weight of this "knowledge"!

Dust and scraps of paper flew everywhere.

"Cough cough... Taylor Swift, what's wrong?" Hawke struggled under the pile of books, his voice muffled and somewhat puzzled.

His response was the crisp, cold "tap, tap" of high heels on the wooden floor, slowly approaching him.

Immediately afterwards, Hawke felt a chill on his ankle!

A cold, hard object snapped shut on his left ankle!

"what?"

Taylor Swift moved with astonishing speed. She deftly stepped over the edge of the pile of books, precisely grabbing Hawke's right wrist as he struggled free from the books. To his astonishment, "click!" another sound rang out, and a pair of gleaming handcuffs were instantly fastened!

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hawke's mouth formed an "O" shape as he instinctively tried to roll over and get up.

But Taylor Swift was prepared, pressing her knee down on his lower back—"Click!" The other ring of the shackles crisply locked onto his right ankle!

Now he was completely immobilized, his hands cuffed and his feet bound together, lying pathetically among the scattered books and papers, like a fish thrown ashore.

“You…” Hawke turned his head, his face covered in dust, and looked at the woman standing beside him, looking down at him against the light.

On that delicate face, there was no smile at this moment, only an indescribable excitement?

“My dear king, I don’t think you would use your superpowers to bully a weak woman like me, would you?” Taylor Swift didn’t answer him, but instead teased him from a superior position.

Then, she slowly pulled out a black, shiny leather whip from behind her—hidden there at some point.

The whip tip was gently wrapped around her fingertips, exuding a dangerous aura.

Hawke's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils dilating: "You...you wouldn't be thinking of..."

Taylor Swift remained silent, but the wicked smile on her lips deepened.

She pointed to a surveillance camera in the corner of the study: "I know you're good at hacking. The surveillance is backed up in real time. You probably don't have time to hack it now, right?"

"Hiss—" Hawke felt a little dizzy. He suddenly thought of calling the police, but then he thought: I don't think I've ever tried this before!

I'm actually a little excited!

“Hawk Lane…” her voice lowered, “The debts you owe me, we’ll settle them today… one by one, slowly.”

She raised the leather whip, the tip of which whistled sharply through the air.

As for the specific process of the liquidation... that's a private matter that no one else needs to know.

122 It turns out I was just a womanizer.

In the bathroom.

Taylor Swift was brushing her teeth while wearing a bath towel, her golden hair was tied up, and she smelled of milk.

"Hawk, how did you become so disgusting?"

She glared at Hawke fiercely as she brushed her teeth.

Indeed, the so-called reckoning ultimately turned into Hawke's one-sided display of dominance—the whip eventually ended up lashing Taylor Swift herself...

"What do you mean by disgusting?" Hawke cried out in protest, "You were the one who started this perverted thing, weren't you?"

Seeing that Taylor Swift didn't speak, Hawke continued, "How was the experience? Actually, it was pretty good, right?"

"Not bad my ass!"

Taylor Swift kicked Hawke directly in the shin.

"Ouch!"

Taylor Swift felt like she had kicked a steel plate.

"Hawk, you bastard, how come your legs are so hard? It feels like I kicked a rock."