Chapter 402

Hawk stood behind the desk, looking at the photo in his hand, then at the woman who had pushed the door open and entered as if she had walked out of the photo.

Madame Viper, Ophelia Sarkissian, was also looking at Hawk, who had appeared in her office out of nowhere, standing behind her desk and holding the photo of her and Anna.

The moment their eyes met.

The moment Ophelia looked into Hawk's deep blue eyes, which seemed to have countless stars flickering within them, she instantly felt as if she were in a strange universe.

Loneliness.

Coldness.

And bone-chilling cold.

But she quickly reacted.

She closed her office door calmly, then stood where she was, motionless, meeting Hawk's gaze.

Hawk first glanced at the woman in the photo with Anna, then looked at the woman in front of him, then withdrew his gaze and put the photo back in its original place.

"Your name!"

"... Ophelia."

Ophelia was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded. Her voice was not as charming and alluring as it had been when she spoke to Alexander earlier; instead, it sounded very calm, even giving a sense of peace.

After Hawk put the photo back in its original position, he listened to Ophelia's self-introduction, raised an eyebrow, put his hands in his pockets, and looked again at Ophelia, who was standing at the door with a straight posture, as if confirming something.

"Madame Viper?"

"... Yes."

Ophelia nodded again in response.

Hawk laughed.

Named Ophelia.

And Hydra again.

And with long, vibrant green hair like a bamboo snake, only Madame Viper, the legendary Madame Hydra who had the famous mutant Wolverine Logan in the palm of her hand, could perfectly match these three key pieces of information.

Sure enough.

He guessed right.

It's just that there are no mutants in this world, so there is no Wolverine Logan; anyway, mutants do not exist in this main universe.

But this Ophelia in front of him...

She is indeed a mutant; to be precise, an Inhuman.

Hawk glanced at Ophelia and instantly felt the peculiar energy fluctuations hidden under Ophelia's dark green uniform.

Legend has it that Madame Viper is highly poisonous; one kiss could turn Wolverine Logan from a steel-hard man into a soft-legged shrimp.

Don't know if it's true.

Hawk thought curiously.

But that's not why he came here.

Hawk's gaze returned to the photo that had been put back on the desk.

"What is your relationship with Anna?"

"Friends."

Ophelia, standing at the door, seemed to think of something, looked at Hawk, and added a sentence.

"Very good friends."

"Is that so?"

Hawk heard this, looked at Ophelia, then looked at the smile squeezed onto her face, and chuckled: "I will confirm this point; you'd better not be lying."

After saying that.

He directly took the initiative, as if he were the owner of this place and Ophelia standing at the door was a guest he had invited, and pointed to the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, which was spacious enough to overlook what was known as the most expensive place in all of Asia.

"Sit!"

"... Thank you."

Ophelia breathed a sigh of relief inside. After saying thank you, she walked to the sofa like a guest, and a nervous guest at that, stepped in her shoes, gathered her skirt, and sat upright on the sofa, facing Hawk.

Hawk also walked over, but did not sit on the sofa; instead, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at what was known as the most expensive place in all of Asia.

Ophelia, sitting on the sofa, didn't dare to move.

Hawk's voice was faint.