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

Maybe it was because Melanie was bewildered, or maybe it was because Fisk held her in his arms like a little rabbit, and she could feel the explosive power contained in his strong and hard muscles.

This made her unable to control herself.

Melanie felt the impact like a block of iron.

Faced with this situation, Fisk, due to his lack of experience, could not resist the temptation at all. He couldn't help but embrace her with his hands, responding to a passionate kiss from Melanie.

In the small bathroom, the air gradually became stuffy due to lack of ventilation.

The electric shock-like feeling began to slowly spread through Fisk.

After a long time, their lips gradually separated. Fisk held Melanie's cheeks and his hot breath blew on Melanie's face.

Melanie's misty eyes exuded a color of attachment.

She pursed her lips and swallowed the saliva that remained on her lips, which she didn't know was Fisk's or her own.

It seemed as if he was still recalling everything that had just happened.

Every move is filled with reluctance.

Fisk looked at Melanie, whose eyes were gradually regaining clarity.

He immediately loosened his grip and threw her to the ground.

Glancing at the things on the ground.

Fisk said in a cold tone: "I'll give you twenty minutes to flush all these damn things down the drain. If you don't flush all these damn things down the drain after twenty minutes, or if I see you trying to take these garbage.

I'll flush you down the drain.

Believe me, I mean what I say.”

"I understand, boss!" Melanie lowered her head, her face full of shyness, "Boss, I!"

"Melanie, I hired you here, not to hear your personal stories. If it happens again, I won't give you another chance. Then you can leave with your methods. I'll see if you can still find a better job in New York."

"Yes, Boss!" Melanie looked like a small animal that had made a mistake. To be honest, it was the first time Fisk saw Melanie with such an expression.

But Fisk seemed to be invisible.

Fisk walked out of the room.

There was definitely some secret about Melanie.

But no matter what secrets Melanie had.

This is not the reason for her downfall.

There's nothing wrong with liking to drink, and as long as she doesn't drink at work, Fisk has no reason to care about her.

However, there are some red lines that cannot be crossed.

Fisk had no intention of delving into Melanie's past.

In view of her good performance just now, Fisk decided to give her another chance.

But if there is a next time... Fisk will never give her any chance again.

Melanie turned on the shower and tore open the bags.

The cold water splashed on his cheeks.

The reason why she hangs out in Hell's Kitchen and becomes addicted to alcohol is that she wants to forget her painful past.

But the effect of alcohol is getting smaller day by day.

Today, for some reason, she suddenly had a brainwave and actually touched this thing.

Fortunately, Fisk discovered it in time.

In addition, she has also found a new way to vent her inner pain.

Gently wiped her lips.

Melanie took off her clothes and stood under the cold water.

A short and dull sound slowly came out from the bathroom.

It took less than fifteen minutes.

Melanie came out of the bathroom.

Moreover, she also took this time to wash up, and she looked much neater.

He was completely different from the decadent person he had just been in the bathroom.

He took a stack of dollars from the ceiling and threw it to her, "Come on, go shopping with me!"

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Mexican twins who looked almost identical walked into the morgue.

They ignored the fierce look of the policeman at the door, their faces were indifferent, without any emotion, just like two puppets.

It's as if there are no emotional fluctuations at all.

They stood in front of the corpse.

All four bodies were covered with white cloth.

The two brothers looked at each other.

He reached out and uncovered the white cloth covering the body.

The corpse under the white cloth can only be described as horrific.

The grenade exploded in the center of the fallen corpses. The sharp shrapnel and scorching flames almost blew all the corpses into pieces.

In other words, the New York Police Department's forensic doctors have extensive experience dealing with broken bodies; otherwise, they might not be able to sew the remains of the body together.

They casually covered it with the white cloth again.

Until he stood in front of a corpse with a big hole in its head and its face was unrecognizable.

I took a look at the tag hanging around his neck.

After taking a look at the remaining tattoo on the neck, they confirmed that this was the target they were looking for.

Anno Salamanca.

The twins, dressed in grey suits, approached the door.

The twins in khaki suits took out their cell phones and dialed a number.

Soon, the number was connected.

"did you find it?"

A woman's voice came from the other side, and if you listen carefully, you can hear a melodious voice, and the melodious sound of a cello, coming from the microphone.

It sounded like the other party was at a beautiful symphony.

“Yes, ma’am.

Found it, with a big hole in its head. "

"Who fired the shot?"

“The gun was also found, disassembled into parts and thrown in the garbage.

The rifling and pyrotechnic reactions have been done, and it is basically certain that it was the Irish who fired the gun. "

"Oh!" The woman's voice suddenly became louder, and the melodious cello sound became quieter. It seemed that she had already left the banquet hall. "I will fly from St. Petersburg to New York tomorrow afternoon!"

"Do you need us to pick you up, ma'am?"

"No, I'm just passing by!

By the way, let's confirm the new agent.

As for the Irish, I'll leave it to you.

Blood debts must be repaid with blood."

After hanging up the phone the twins walked out of the room.

There was no intention at all to collect the body of Anno Sadmanka.

Anno Salamanca was indeed the Salamanca family's agent in New York.

But that was when I was alive.

After death, it becomes a corpse.

A useless corpse.

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"Do you really think I'd look good in this?"

Fisk looked in the mirror, at the burly figure that looked like a little giant, tightly wrapped in a white suit, and asked Melanie in confusion.

"Of course, boss."

"Aren't all suits custom made?"

"You'll need it tomorrow, so you don't have the time to get a custom suit made. This shop is great, at least the clothes and cocktails are good."

Melanie lazily sat on the sofa in the suit shop, holding the cocktail handed to her by the clerk, and said while drinking: "Boss, with your figure, ordinary clothes will be bloated on you.

After all, they don't know that underneath your clothes are muscles that are harder than steel. They only think that underneath your bloated clothes are fat. "Melanie seemed drunk again, and she lay sideways on the sofa without taking off her shoes. She stepped on the soft sofa with her sharp spear-like heels.

The brown leather sofa and long legs matched with black high heels, even without any stockings to cover and decorate, the long legs still look beautiful.

There was not a single flaw on Melanie's long legs, not a single leg hair, not even the slightest scar, not even a mole. The curve of her legs was slender and straight, like a ruler, extending all the way to the instep.

The snow-white instep is slightly arched, and dots of green veins dot the white jade-like toes. The toes exposed from the gaps in the high heels are like transparent jade, neatly arranged, yet with a slight gap between them, full of beauty, making people feel excited when they see it.

Fisk's eyes kept swaying back and forth between himself in the mirror and Melanie's thighs in the distance, but he finally overcame his desire and said to the clerk who had been following him, "Pack up this outfit I'm wearing and that outfit she's wearing."

"Sir, are you going to keep your appointment?

Then you must need a tie."

"Any recommendations?"

"You can try this one, which is from Milan, Italy, and has a diamond pattern, which looks more mature."