American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

Chapter 87 The Most Deadly Pillow Talk!

Today's goal is simple: get Tony to agree to mock Rose, and incidentally, take a jab at Captain America.

It's that simple.

With that thought in mind, Jon calmly took out his magnetic card, swiped it to unlock the Stark Tower access gate, and went inside.

"There have been quite a few changes."

He looked around and found that he could hardly see any familiar faces in the hall.

Whether Pepper fired the old employees or promoted them, the atmosphere of the entire company was completely renewed.

What's even stranger is that now every employee is wearing an ID card around their neck—what kind of new rule is this?

"Hey, you over there!" A strange female voice came from behind.

"Hmm?" Jon frowned and turned around. He was never very friendly to strangers. "Is there something you need?"

Uh oh! That's scary. Is he really an employee of Stark Industries?

The receptionist shuddered at his cold expression, but still mustered her courage to remind him, "You're not wearing your employee ID card, and your attire isn't in accordance with regulations..."

"So?" Jon glanced at the strange looks he was getting, and said dismissively, "Do I need to care about the opinions of these mediocre people?"

His lack of patience with unfamiliar women can be traced back to his unhappy childhood.

Moreover, he believes that, "Why should I care about other people's opinions when I live in this world?"

"Get out of my way, you woman!"

After saying that, he pushed the other person away and strode forward.

"what!"

The receptionist, who was pushed back, stared blankly at Jon Snow's sculpted profile until a male colleague helped her up.

So handsome, so charming, oh my god, even his swearing voice is so sexy... She suddenly felt her heart race.

Are you alright?

Just as the male colleague was about to confront her, the girl in his arms suddenly broke free and chased after him, blushing.

"what?"

"Sir! Please wait a moment!"

The receptionist trembled as she pulled out a business card, left a bright red lipstick mark on it, and shoved it into Jon's hand.

"You can call me anytime...." She lightly traced her fingertips across his palm, then blushed and ran out.

Jon stared at the business card stained with lipstick, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper, until he came to a conclusion.

"Is this woman mentally unstable?"

Indeed, his only thought about this romantic encounter was: this person is seriously ill.

At this time.

"Hey guys, are you all wearing your ID cards?"

Happy walked over, his belly sticking out, and proudly waved his employee badge around his neck.

"I've put up notices in all the toilet stalls! Don't forget, wait..."

Having just finished reprimanding an employee who wasn't wearing his card, Happy set his sights on the guy with his back to him, dressed in a strange blue-green outfit.

As the newly appointed Minister of Security, he needs to make an example of someone to establish his authority.

"Hey!" Happy shouted loudly, drawing everyone's attention in the hall. "Where's your suit?"

The onlookers immediately began whispering among themselves, eager to see what would happen next.

They were all curious whether the cold-faced handsome guy was more assertive, or whether Tony Stark's former bodyguard and current security chief had more authority.

"Hmm? That's a familiar voice."

Jon slowly turned around, and the moment he saw Happy, the coldness on his face melted away.

"Happy! Long time no see."

"Jon?" Happy's eyes widened, then he grinned. "Where have you been all this time?"

"I'm quite busy with my studies."

The two bumped fists familiarly and walked side by side toward the elevator to the astonishment of the crowd.

The tense atmosphere at the scene just moments ago vanished instantly.

After the elevator doors closed, Jon noticed Happy's job title on his name tag.

"Wow, you got promoted? I was wondering."

"Well," Happy raised an eyebrow smugly, "after all, Tony has his suit as a bodyguard now, so..."

"Understood."

Jon patted him on the shoulder knowingly, without saying anything more.

Ding—We've reached the 78th floor.

Pepper's office was right in front of me.

Jon knew very well that there was only one most effective way to persuade a stubborn guy like Tony.

Countless cases throughout Chinese history have proven that this tactic has never failed.

That's right, it's pillow talk.

Jon felt it was better to beg him than to humble himself and endure the man's sharp tongue.

Why not just take the shortcut through Pepper? That way, we can save that precious favor. Perfect, smart, haha.

"Knock knock knock." Jon stepped forward and knocked on the office door.

"Who is it? Come in."

Pepper's cold voice came from inside.

Immediately, Jon and Happy exchanged a glance, both knowing that Pepper was in a very bad mood today.

"Let me do it, happy."

He took a deep breath, mentally prepared himself, and pushed open the office door.

I heard a sound.

Pepper, who was reviewing documents, looked up and her eyes met Jon's, who was peeking in.

"Jon!"

Her mood instantly brightened, and she threw down her pen and strode over, her high heels clicking crisply on the marble floor.

"When did you get back?"

"I just got back yesterday."

Jon opened his arms, and the two embraced, but then he froze.

At this moment, he keenly realized that Pepper's bad mood might be related to him! Most likely!

Because her emotions changed too quickly after she saw Jon, that's not good!

"Jon?"

Pepper suddenly tightened her arms around him, her red lips close to his ear, and whispered, "Why didn't you answer my calls? You just turned 18 and you're already out gallivanting around like Tony? Hmm?"

"Uh..." Jon's Adam's apple bobbed, and he opened his mouth to bluff, "Didn't Headmaster Philip explain it to you?"

It seems like contacting Pepper was a mistake too. Damn it, I miscalculated!

Pepper released his grip, said nothing, and simply looked at him.

Time passed second by second.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Jon's forehead as his mind raced.

Was it Coulson's lie that had loopholes, or did he himself slip up somewhere?

To be honest, Pepper's aura was even stronger than that old woman, Suggie Q, by three points.

Is it because they're young? That's scary.

"Hmph." She suddenly turned around, letting Jon go. "Never mind, Jon, did you see the message I sent you?"

"What news?" Jon asked, looking a little confused.

"Didn't it just a few days ago be your birthday? But you were out of town, so..." Pepper smiled again, "I wanted to celebrate it for you..."

"No need," Jon interrupted after a moment of silence. "I don't like birthdays at all, Pepper, I'm sorry."

"I didn't like it, why..." Pepper swallowed her words, already understanding why. "Okay, then I won't."

"Oh, by the way," she changed the subject, "that Principal Philip said you've been drawing comics lately and also studying oceanography, is that right?"

"That's right!" Jon immediately perked up. "How about calling the manga 'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure'?"

"JOJO? Adventure? And strange?" Pepper's face suddenly darkened. "Jon! Tell me honestly, what have you been up to?"

"What?" Jon's eyes widened, realizing he'd let something slip. "Pepper; calm down, I can explain!"

"Then you'd better explain yourself now!"

Seeing that Pepper was about to get angry, Jon quickly started his bluffing, and after a while, he finally managed to fool her.

"Alright, I'll trust you this time," Pepper warned, "but this is a one-time exception, you know what I mean."

"That's great." Jon smiled and went behind Pepper to massage her shoulders. "Um... Auntie..."

"Auntie? You called me Auntie?"

Pepper turned around alertly, her face full of suspicion.

"You're suddenly calling me that, it can't be anything good. Tell me, what are you up to now?"

"Um... there's a small favor I'd like to ask Tony..." Jon smiled, "It's just..."

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Upon hearing Jon's request, Pepper's expression gradually shifted from shock to amusement, and she finally agreed without hesitation.

"Deal, but on one condition, Jon." With that, she leaned back comfortably in her chair and pointed to her shoulder. "Can you do a half-hour neck and shoulder massage?"

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"Of course." Jon grinned, increasing the pressure on his fingers.

This deal is totally worth it just to see Captain America get his comeuppance.

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