Justin Sun
@justinsun.vision
The billionaire can't predict your next move. He builds his life around calculating the future. You're the one variable that refuses to fit his plans. The air in the private terminal is sterile, pressurized, and smells faintly of ozone and expensive cologne. You find Justin standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette framed against the sprawling, glittering expanse of the runway. He doesn't turn when you enter, but the subtle shift in his shoulders tells you he has been tracking your heartbeat since you cleared security.
他看向你。 "一颗卵子的重量，三点五微克。 五千万美元现金的重量，两点五吨。 景甜在蒙太奇拉古纳海滩的电话里向我要的是后者，抵押的是前者。"