"Pah!"
A powerful smash, the badminton hit Vivian Song's empty space with a sharp sound. She reacted very quickly and dived to save the ball, her movements were as graceful as a gymnast, but her return was soft and weak. Michael had been waiting in front of the net for a long time, and gently blocked the ball, and the ball fell into her half of the court.
"21-19." Michael reported the score, sweat beads on his forehead, his T-shirt was soaked, but his eyes were bright. Vivian supported her knees and panted. She was a little exhausted after years of fitness, and the flush after exercise made her cheekbones shine.
She wiped the sweat with a towel, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to her cheeks: "Michael, you hid it well enough." When she walked to the net, she suddenly smiled and asked, "Honestly, how could Sophia bear to let you go?"
Michael just smiled and didn't answer. The two packed up their equipment and walked towards the parking lot. Vivian turned her head and asked, "What do you do now?"
"No job for now."
Vivian paused for a moment, then extended an olive branch: "Come to my company and try? With your fierceness in playing basketball, you will definitely be able to do business."
"Thank you," Michael declined, "I've been playing foreign exchange recently."
"Foreign exchange?" Vivian raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Do you know this?"
"I know a little bit." Michael said in a flat tone, "I've been eyeing Goose Dollar recently."
"Goose Dollar?" Vivian stopped and remembered that at the business reception last week, Sebastian Bo and other traders were frantically shorting.
Michael looked at her: "I judge that there will be movement tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Goose Dollar will plummet first, and will soon rebound strongly, so I'm long."
Vivian stared at his calm profile, unable to tell whether it was confident or blindly confident, but in the end she just nodded.
The charity dinner at the Manhattan Yunman Hotel ended. Elena dragged Mark to say goodbye to several wives in a hurry, turned to Alexander Wang and smiled, "Mr. Wang, Sophia drank a little. Can you take her home? We have something else to do."
Mark quickly agreed, "Yes, Mr. Wang, I'll leave my sister to you!" Without waiting for Sophia to object, the mother and son slipped away.
Alexander smiled gentlemanly, "Sophia, let's go."
"No need," Sophia took a half step back, "I didn't drink, I drove myself." She didn't want to get too entangled with him, and turned to the parking lot.
Maserati merged into the traffic, but Sophia's mind was in a mess-Sebastian's firm analysis of shorting Goose Coin was still echoing, while Michael went long against the trend. Why did he do that? Was it luck?
When the car drove to the Hudson River, she caught a glimpse of figures on the sidewalk - Michael was wearing casual clothes, and Vivian was walking beside him. The two were talking and laughing, and Vivian even reached out and patted his arm.
Sofia slammed on the brakes and looked at them in disbelief. Michael? Vivian? How could her mortal enemy be so familiar with her ex-husband? When did they meet?
Looking at Vivian's bright smile and Michael's relaxed profile, a nameless anger rushed to her heart. The man who used to be submissive in front of her could now chat and laugh with her business rival? Her fingers holding the steering wheel turned white due to the force, and the Chopin nocturne flowing in the car stereo suddenly seemed particularly harsh.