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Chapter 30 You've begged me so much, how can I not lay my cards on the table?

Natasha felt very strange and awkward.

She felt something was very strange as soon as she started work today.

What's strange is that her current apparent boss is that narcissistic Tony Stark.

He seemed like a completely different person today, showering me with attention.

It wasn't the kind of attentiveness that came from a desire for sex, but rather, how should I put it, the way he acted as if he needed something from me.

Natasha couldn't understand why a billionaire like Tony Stark would need to ask her for help.

What Natasha couldn't understand the most was that whenever she took off her high heels and let her small feet in black stockings relax for a while...

Tony Stark's gaze would always drift over, but it was clear from his eyes that it wasn't the kind of feeling a man has for a woman's beautiful legs.

It was more of a struggle, as if hesitating about something, and it seemed extremely painful.

These changes in Tony Stark were clearly abnormal, so Natasha secretly reported the matter to Xia Ling when she had a chance to do so.

But what puzzled Natasha even more was that when she reported the matter, the director's first reaction was to burst into laughter.

It was as if he wouldn't stop laughing until he himself died. Natasha didn't know why the chief found this funny, but as his subordinate, she could only wait quietly.

Fortunately, the chief didn't do anything strange after he finished laughing, otherwise Natasha would have to wonder if she had opened the door the right way today, otherwise why were all the people she met so strange?

Since the bureau chief has given her the order to continue observing her and to reveal her identity as the situation warrants.

So she continued to observe, but the order to identify herself as needed made Natasha roll her eyes. Was such an ambiguous order meant to make her take the blame?

Natasha returned to her job, filled with doubt and a touch of unease.

She tried her best to remain calm, but Tony Stark's unusual behavior was like a fog, making it hard for her to ignore.

Every time Natasha saw Tony Stark's struggling eyes, she felt uneasy, as if she were being watched by something dirty.

Fortunately, Natasha is an elite agent, and she has seen all kinds of big scenes.

Although I felt a little uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to what I had experienced before.

As Natasha casually took off her high heels again, giving her tired feet a moment's rest, Tony Stark suddenly walked over, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Natasha quickly adjusted her posture, trying to make her expression appear natural, but for some reason, she felt a little anxious inside.

She silently observed Tony Stark's reaction, ready to respond to any situation that might arise.

"Natasha, I...I have something I want to talk to you about."

Tony Stark's voice trembled slightly, as if he had mustered a great deal of courage to speak.

"Mr. Stark, what happened today? I've noticed you haven't been acting right all day. If there's anything wrong, you can just tell me. After all, you're my boss."

Boss.

Upon hearing that word, Tony Stark felt somewhat uncomfortable.

On the surface, he is indeed the secretary's boss, but the Magic Conch wants him to be her dog, or lick her feet if that doesn't work. So who is the real boss?

"Natalie, you've always been one of my most trusted assistants, although sometimes our relationship... well, it's a bit complicated. But today, I want to say that I've discovered some secrets, well, very important secrets."

Natasha's eyes sharpened instantly. Had this playboy discovered her true identity?

That's right. The search for the magic conch shell was handled far too carelessly, leaving too many flaws. It's only natural that a smart person like Tony Stark would suspect it.

Moreover, the director didn't say it had to be kept secret; on the contrary, he said it was possible to reveal the truth under appropriate circumstances.

So, should we come clean?

"Boss, I'm just a secretary. If you want to talk to me about company secrets, please forgive me, but I don't want to hear it. This is not something I should be involved in."

Natasha's words carried a hint of caution and distance. She deliberately used the terms "boss" and "secretary" to emphasize the professional boundaries between them, while also testing Tony Stark's reaction.

Tony Stark's face showed a flicker of surprise upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure. He realized that Natasha might have misunderstood him, or was deliberately avoiding the topic.

So he changed his approach and continued:

"Natasha, you've misunderstood. The secret I'm about to tell you isn't directly related to the company, but rather... it's closely related to the safety of this world."

World safety? Did he really discover his true identity?

"Mr. Stark, I'm just an ordinary person living on a salary. Matters of world safety are not my responsibility. You should find someone else."

Natasha still didn't plan to reveal her true intentions at this time, in case she misunderstood.

If the famous Black Widow is exposed as an undercover agent, won't she become a laughing stock in the industry?

Although Natasha didn't really care about this reputation, it was just that she had been exposed like this. How would the new director view her now?

After careful consideration, Natasha crossed her legs and looked at Tony with an indifferent expression, as if to say that the safety of the world had nothing to do with her, a lowly employee.

Tony Stark looked at Natasha's seemingly relaxed yet undeniably wary expression and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Why is it that this person has been talking for so long but still doesn't understand?

Can't there be more trust between people?

"Natasha, I know you may find what I'm saying absurd, but believe me, every word I'm saying is true. The world is facing an unprecedented crisis, and I... I might need your help."

Tony Stark's voice was deep and sincere, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented seriousness.

"Mr. Stark, I'm sorry, I really don't understand what you're saying. You're a superhero, but I'm just an ordinary person. I'm sorry I can't help you."

Natasha shook her head again, flipped her crossed legs to the side, and refused to respond to Tony's words.

Natasha planned to first find out why Tony had become like this, and then decide whether or not to confront him, so that she could take the initiative and avoid being in a passive position.

Tony stared intently at Natasha's crossed legs, hardened his heart, and made a decision.

At that moment, Natasha felt a chill.

(End of this chapter)