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

"This list is incredible." Angela said mysteriously, "The content of this list can cause the entire French government to be replaced at the top."

"Let me see the list." Gloria Yana wanted to stretch out her hand to grab the list, but the sudden feeling from her foot made Gloria Yana's face change suddenly, and her raised hand fell down weakly, and her face turned red.

Because Fisk actually started scratching the itchy spots on her feet.

The strength in this bastard's hands was neither too much nor too little, not a bit more nor a bit less, making Gloria Yana feel that all the strength in her body was being drained away along with the fingers that were working gently on the soles of her feet.

Angela leaned back in Fisk's arms, looked at Gloria Yana's uncontrollable expression, and began to flip through the list in her hand, handing the initiative of the negotiation to Fisk.

"Ms. Gloria Yana, don't be so impatient.

To be honest, the reason why I didn't kill you in the Life Foundation was because your feet were so beautiful. Has no one ever said that before? If you retire from MI13, you can become a foot model. With your feet, you can get a bigger stage without having to fight and kill. "

Gloria Yana had a stern face, her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lips with her teeth. She looked at Fisk, but quickly retracted her gaze and cursed in a very low voice: "Pervert."

"Hahaha!" Fisk didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable, nor was he angry. He still held Gloria Yana's feet in his hand, "Ms. Gloria Yana, I have another question for you.

Do you like wearing high heels normally?

I remember when I saw you in the basement of the Life Foundation, you were wearing a pair of very nice high heels, but I didn't feel any calluses on your feet. Don't you usually wear high heels?"

Gloria Yana's expression changed, but she finally lowered her head and said, "I don't usually like to wear high heels."

Gloria Yana's ankles are very slender and tall, especially suitable for wearing high heels. Fisk picked up Angela's high heels from the ground, gestured to Gloria Yana's feet, and saw that the high heels were a little big. He had no choice but to put the high heels back on the ground, and said with a rather regretful tone: "You look really good in high heels. Try to wear high heels more often in the future."

Although the tone was gentle, the commanding feeling still made Gloria Yana a little uncomfortable. Gloria Yana inexplicably had a feeling that she was like an obedient puppy, waiting for her master's orders.

Gloria Yana looked at Fisk again, but this time she said nothing. She just turned her face away, as if she remembered something.

Fisk pretended not to see anything, still with a smile on his face, and gently massaged her ankles with his fingers. When his fingers touched the green vines tied around her ankles, Fisk suddenly lowered his head in surprise.

Because those green vines actually have temperature.

And it was also twitching slightly, just like blood vessels growing outside the skin, which made Fisk feel very strange and made Gloria Yana's cheeks even redder.

Fisk did not climb up the pole, but instead held the little foot again with his palm down. His fingertips touched the warmth of the instep, and he could clearly feel the bone marks when his fingers touched it.

I felt a little itchy inside and rubbed the bony instep greedily.

Gloria Yana turned around and met Fisk's burning eyes. Her expression paused for a moment, and she pulled her foot back violently, "Either you kill me directly, or I will commit suicide in front of you. A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated!"

But Fisk was faster and grabbed her foot.

"Don't excite Ms. Gloria Yana!"

Fisk lowered his head, and his slender white feet were exposed to his sight. The five slender toes were neatly arranged at the front, and the gaps between them were very small, as if they did not exist. Each toe was round and small, and unconsciously curled up slightly under Fisk's direct gaze. There was no nail polish on her nails, but the pink color was so perfect that there was no need for any extra nail polish.

The foot was in the shape of a long arch, with faint white bone marks visible, and blue blood vessels converging through the fair skin. Even though it was not the first time Fisk had seen it, he still felt somewhat refreshed.

I couldn't take my eyes off it.

His palm slid down slowly, touching the slightly bony instep to the soft sole. The soft and tender sole was held in his palm. While feeling the delicate skin, Fisk raised his head and took the other foot in his hand and placed it on Angela's leg.

Angela glanced sideways but didn't say much.

"What are you doing!" An angry voice sounded in his ears. When Fisk looked up, he saw Gloria Yana's face flushed with shame and anger. The tough aura that only an agent could have was no longer there at this moment. Perhaps she could only grit her teeth and force herself to save face.

Fisk's palm rubbed the soles of the feet and slowly moved upwards, grasping the neat row of toes.

The fingers gently wander between the toes.

The small toes made Fisk unable to stop, and made Fisk's nerves excited again. Staring at the delicate soles of the feet, he felt a strong impulse.

But it was soon suppressed by Fisk.

Fisk raised his fiery gaze to Gloria Yana's beautiful face. His eyes suddenly widened, staring at Gloria Yana's lips and pointed ears. He couldn't bear it anymore and pounced on her.

Gloria Yana was horrified and wanted to dodge, but how could she dodge?

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Five hours will pass quickly.

Let us turn our attention back to the deck.

"You can't run away!"

British Captain Braddock looked at Fisk with cold eyes.

Fisk suddenly smiled and clapped his hands, and then Gloria Yana staggered out of the cabin.

"Mr. Captain Britain, I mean no harm to you. Now we can talk."

Chapter 143 Negotiation with Captain Cuckold

Gloria Yana walked out of the cabin.

She was wearing a large silk pajamas, and the sunlight shone on her body, outlining her graceful figure.

The strong sea breeze blew, and the hem of the pajamas fluttered gently, as if blending into the sea water.

Her long seaweed-like hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands of hair gently brushing her face in the wind, adding a bit of charm. Her eyes revealed a hint of confusion and barely perceptible shyness.

"Yana!"

British captain Braddock rushed forward immediately.

Before, that calm look disappeared without a trace immediately.

"I'm fine!"

Gloria Yana turned sideways and temporarily avoided her boyfriend's hand.

Braddock felt a little regretful because of the slight unfamiliarity, but when he thought about the fact that Gloria Yana came from a conservative girls' school and was in front of so many people, it was normal for her to do so.

Braddock thought so in his heart, but his hands did not slow down at all. He quickly took off the cloak he had draped behind him and wrapped Gloria Yana tightly around it, being the ultimate gentleman.

Gloria Yana didn't hesitate and grabbed the cloak hard.

Although, because she could feel the elements again, her injuries had mostly healed, but the wounds in some places... were not so easy to heal!

Braddock saw that there was nothing wrong with his girlfriend.

Originally, the aggressive momentum had eased a little.

Even though he is so powerful, what he cares about most is his girlfriend.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have made this trip again.

But…a gleam of light flashed in Braddock’s eyes.

The deck of the ship under his feet immediately let out a terrible groaning sound.

The crunching sound continued.

The entire ship began to shake violently.

Good. Braddock's power would wane as he left England.

Therefore, he had to seize every moment. France was a restricted area for MI13. Braddock did not hide his figure when he flew over, so he would definitely be captured by the French Coast Guard and radar troops. It would not take long for someone to rush over.

So Braddock had to act immediately.

But with so many people, there was no way he could capture them all.

Therefore, he planned to destroy the yacht that could stand first, and then capture the leader Fisk. This was deep in the sea, dozens of kilometers away from the shore. Once these people fell into the sea, they would definitely not survive.

Braddock's eyes swept over Angela who was standing not far away.

There is one more person in my mind.

Good. Fisk looked at Braddock with a sneer.

Suddenly he raised his hand, and then he pounced towards Braddock.

Braddock noticed it immediately, disdain appeared on his face, and he raised his hand to block Fisk's palm.

However, just as he raised his hand, Fisk rushed in front of him, and the tremendous force caused the entire yacht to shake even more violently.

Braddock's eyes showed a solemn expression.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was too late.

Fisk grabbed his wrist, and the tremendous force surprised Braddock. He fell forward uncontrollably with his arm pulled straight.

"How can his power be so great!?"

Braddock was startled, roared, and punched Fisk with his other fist.

Fisk dodged the attack easily by moving sideways. At the same time, he exerted force with his hand and twisted Braddock's wrist violently. The creaking sound continued. Braddock felt pain and veins bulged on his forehead, but he was a battle-hardened man after all. He endured the pain and raised his leg to kick Fisk in the abdomen.

Seeing this, Fisk let go of Braddock's wrist and jumped back, but Braddock took advantage of the situation and continued to fight.

Braddock's punches were as fast as the wind, and each punch was accompanied by a whistling sound.

Fisk dodged flexibly and occasionally blocked, with each contact making a dull thud.

The tables and chairs on the yacht were affected by their fight and were broken and scattered.

Fisk saw an opening in Braddock's body and punched him in the chest. Braddock groaned and took a few steps back. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely complicated.

He couldn't help but wonder if it was because he had been away from England for so long that his abilities had begun to decline drastically. However, now was not the time to think.

Braddock rushed forward again.

His attacks became more and more fierce, and every punch was accompanied by a sharp sonic boom, as if he was going to kill Fisk.

Fisk was not afraid and faced Braddock's attack.

The two figures intertwined on the yacht, punching and kicking each other, and the fight was difficult to separate.

Suddenly, Fisk threw a straight punch and Braddock jumped up to avoid it.

Fisk took the opportunity to jump high and hit Braddock's abdomen with a knee.

Braddock was unable to dodge and was hit hard, bending over.

Fisk took advantage of the victory and continued to punch Braddock, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Braddock's face was gloomy and scary. Seeing that he was no match for Fisk, he turned around and pulled Gloria Yana, ready to fly away from the ship. But Gloria Yana took a step forward and stood between the two of them, "Don't you want to negotiate?"

Gloria Yana's behavior made Braddock a little confused.

However, Fisk put away his fist, straightened his suit, turned around, took the wine glass handed to him by Erica, took a sip, smiled and shrugged, "We do want to negotiate, but Captain Braddock doesn't seem to be planning to negotiate with us."

"MI13 will never negotiate with criminals and terrorists." Braddock's words were righteous, but these words made the faces of several people on the yacht change at this moment.