Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

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"I don't know, I can only take a gamble." Mark Murdoch hesitated, "But you'd better not ask any leading questions, otherwise the recording will not be collected as evidence."

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The night falls and the lights come on.

The villa was bustling with activity.

Mrs. Stacy wore a purple off-shoulder, backless short dress tonight, revealing her smooth back, arms and beautiful legs. Her golden hair fell like a waterfall on her pretty face, making her look even more radiant and beautiful.

Gwen was wearing a sky blue dress. Although she was still too young to be compared with Mrs. Stacy, her calves, which shone with youthful light, were like a gorgeous flower, making people want to hug her.

The corseted dress showed off her beautiful figure, with firm and round calves, plump and round thighs, and beautiful muscle lines, making Fisk want to reach out and play with it.

Director George was wearing a suit and had a serious expression on his face, his eyes fixed on Fisk who was on the other side of the dining table.

"You're here?" Director George asked slowly after a while.

His words sounded like a greeting, but more like he was saying, "How dare you come here?"

"Chief George, I notice that you have a deep prejudice against me. This is wrong. People should retain more trust in each other." Fisk said neither humble nor arrogant.

"Don't be so complacent. Sooner or later, I will..." Director George suddenly stopped talking halfway through his speech.

Because Mrs. Stacy came over with the boiled red wine, "Let's get ready for dinner!" Mrs. Stacy pursed her lips as if she felt the depressing space.

She didn't call Fisk over today to disgust George.

But he really wanted to resolve the misunderstanding between the two of them.

At the same time, she persuaded her husband to stop bullying Fisk.

Mrs. Stacy knew.

If her husband wants to cause trouble for Fisk, Fisk will be in great trouble.

Bend over and pour Fisk a drink.

The valleys and ravines were completely exposed to Fisk's eyes.

"Mrs. Stacy, I can do it myself, why do I need you to pour the wine?"

Fisk snatched the wine, touched the back of Mrs. Stacy's hand, and smiled at her inconspicuously.

Mrs. Stacy turned her back to her husband and shuddered.

He gave Fisk a displeased look and sat down in his seat.

After Fisk filled his own glass, he humbly and politely poured a glass for Chief George as well, raised his glass and said, "Chief George, we may have had some misunderstandings before. It's all my fault. I apologize to you!"

As he said this, Fisk drank the red wine in his glass generously.

George was stunned for a moment, then raised the red wine in his hand.

But he just took a sip.

Mrs. Stacy frowned and kicked George hard under the table.

Then he picked up the wine glass and drank it.

This sweet wine.

In the hands of the two, it seemed to have turned into beer.

Gwen wanted to drink, too.

However, Mrs. Stacy only glared at her slightly.

Gwen could only lower her head and start drinking orange juice.

The maid brought the dishes.

Since the hospital is no longer in negative revenue.

Mrs. Stacy then rehired the maid and the cook from the villa.

Now she doesn't have to get up so early in the morning to make breakfast.

When I get home in the evening, there is always food to eat no matter how late it is.

But even though the food was served, no one came to eat it.

Director George saw that his wife was drinking, and he had no choice but to pour one glass after another into his stomach. As he drank, the taste suddenly changed, and under the influence of alcohol, George completely forgot the plan he had originally planned.

Instead, he was drinking one glass after another.

When you've finished your red wine, grab some whiskey.

After finishing the whiskey, he took out the vodka.

Even the most unpalatable tequila was constantly poured into his stomach.

Bottle after bottle.

The tender steak and lamb legs were barely touched by anyone except Gwen.

Everybody was drinking.

No one knows why it turned out like this.

George and Mrs. Stacy's eyes became blurry.

Gwen also secretly drank a whole bottle of vodka.

She lay on the table with her little face flushed.

He looks so cute when he is confused.

"Fisk, I didn't expect you... to be so powerful. I... I... can't... take it anymore..." Director George seemed to be full of vodka.

"Fisk, you are too strong!"

Mrs. Stacy was also a little tongue-tied and stammered, but she didn't drink vodka, she just drank two bottles of tequila.

"Chief George, where are we now?

Come! Let’s have another drink! ”

Fisk raised another glass of vodka.

Mrs. Stacy turned her head and glanced at her husband, George Stacy.

George Stacy's face turned red from drinking, but Fisk's face turned slightly red, and there was nothing wrong with it. His eyes were still clear, and he even became more energetic as he drank more.

"What a useless piece of trash." Mrs. Stacy felt mixed emotions and regretted marrying him.

Let’s look back at Fisker.

His body was as strong as a steel wall. Although he was not very handsome, he made people feel safe. More importantly, Fisk's eyes were particularly deep today, like the night sky, making Mrs. Stacy seem to be intoxicated by those eyes.

Alcohol stimulated Mrs. Stacy's hormones. The Fisk in front of her made her more and more fascinated. After drinking another glass of vodka, even Fisk began to sweat slowly dripping down his forehead.

Mrs. Stacy, it seemed as if there were stars twinkling in the depths of her eyes.

I wanted to reach out and gently wipe the sweat off Fisk's face.

Unfortunately, this is not a double date.

"Darling, bring some more wine. I want to settle the score with Fisk today." Director George interrupted Mrs. Stacy's fantasy.

Mrs. Stacy suddenly felt ashamed for thinking about another man in front of her husband. "George, drink less!"

"It's okay, go and ask them to bring some more wine!" George Stacy was still stubborn, still insisting on his dignity as a man, "Go and get some wine."

Seeing that she could not persuade her husband, Mrs. Stacy gestured to the maid next to her. However, she realized that the maid had already gone off work. It was already late at night. She could only stand up shakily and prepare to go to the cellar to get some wine.

"Chief George, I need to go to the bathroom too.

I can’t take it anymore, my bladder is going to explode!” Fisk also stood up shakily.

"Go...go...I...I know...you...can't do it..." George Stacy stammered. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have not done something. Suddenly, he was startled and struggled to take out the capsule from his pocket...

But he didn't notice that Fisk didn't go towards the toilet.

Fisk looked at Mrs. Stacy's beautiful face and his mouth became dry.

Walk to the stairs.

He grabbed Mrs. Stacy and pulled her up the stairs.

Whispered in her ear: "Mrs. Stacy..."

Mrs. Stacy was startled. When she found out it was Fisk, she said coquettishly, "Asshole, let me go quickly, don't let him see us." As she spoke, she struggled slightly.

Mrs. Stacy, Chief George is very drunk now, how could he find us?" Fisk still held Mrs. Stacy tightly in his arms, not letting her push him away.

"Don't do this...Fisk...was discovered...would..."

Mrs. Stacy turned her head to look at the restaurant not far away, but her husband's eyes were blurry and he didn't notice this place at all.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Stacy...no one will find out..."

Fisk held her face in his hands and kissed her lips deeply.

Fisk's kiss melted Mrs. Stacy's heart.

His hands also went around Fisk's back and hugged his strong back tightly...

After a long time, their lips parted.

Mrs. Stacy complained sadly.

"Well... Fisk... I really missed you. You don't know, that meeting was really boring..."

"Tick!"

"Mrs. Stacy, did you hear that?"