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

Justin raised his head and looked at his daughter, his eyes full of fatigue and helplessness, "Child, I'm afraid this crisis won't be so easy to overcome." Justine bit her lip and said firmly, "Dad, we will definitely find a way, don't lose heart."

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go to school first... Never mind, I'll take you there today!"

Justine nodded obediently and followed her father downstairs. The corridor was dark and silent, with only their footsteps echoing in the narrow space, sounding particularly heavy.

When I arrived at the garage, the gloomy sky seemed to cover the garage with a layer of gray veil.

Get in the car, fasten your seat belts, and start the car.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was very depressing, and the two were very silent. Justin held the steering wheel tightly, looking straight ahead with a frown.

The street outside the window kept receding, and the cars kept passing by, but the inside of the car seemed to be shrouded in an invisible haze. Until a red light came on, the car slowly stopped, and the closed doors of the street shops and the deserted streets came into view.

Justine finally couldn't help but break the silence: "Dad, no matter what, I believe you can solve this problem." Justin tilted his head slightly and gave his daughter a forced smile: "Child, Dad will do his best."

The green light came on and the car started again, continuing to drive towards the school. The wheels lifted up the fallen leaves on the roadside, which flew in the bleak wind.

The car slowly stopped at the school gate, and Justin saw Mrs. Osborne sending Harry to school. Her elegant and luxurious dress was particularly eye-catching. Her every move revealed a calmness and elegance, and her face was filled with a confident smile.

Justin frowned deeply, his heart full of envy and jealousy. He thought: "Why can Osborne Group be safe and sound? Why do I have to suffer such a predicament?"

After watching his daughter walk into the school, Justin gritted his teeth and stopped Mrs. Osborne's car. He forced a smile and walked quickly to the car window.

The sunshine shines on him, but it can't dispel the haze in his heart. The children at the school gate are laughing and talking, which is in sharp contrast to Justin's heavy mood at the moment.

Mrs. Osborne looked at Justin. He was wearing a slightly wrinkled grey suit and his tie was a little askew. His hair was a little messy, with a few strands hanging down in front of his forehead. His eyes were tired and anxious. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to tell of the great pressure he had been under in recent days. She knew that the Hammer Group must not be very good.

"Mrs. Osborne, would you mind having a cup of coffee?"

Looking at this once glorious chairman of the industrial group, he has turned into this sloppy monster.

Mrs. Osborne did not show any sarcasm on her face, but instead sighed in her heart.

She thought to herself, "If that bastard hadn't helped Osborne Group, I'm afraid Osborne Group would have been in the same dire straits as Hammer Industries." Thinking of this, her mood became more complicated. She had a faint resentment towards Fisk.

That man, using his strong means, invaded her body, making her feel extremely humiliated and helpless. Whenever she recalled those unbearable moments, her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.

However, at the same time, she was full of gratitude towards him. After all, he saved the Osborne Group, allowing the family's business to continue to prosper and allowing the family to continue to live a decent life. This contradictory emotion intertwined in her heart, making her unsure how to face this man who made her hate and be grateful to him.

Mrs. Osborne suddenly had a feeling deep in her heart that she couldn't let herself be bullied by that bastard Fisk. Didn't Justin have a wife and daughter?

Mrs. Osborne developed a strange feeling and wanted to drag the Hammer Group into the water.

Once this thought appeared, it grew wildly in her mind. Her eyes became somewhat sinister, and her originally peaceful face was now filled with twisted hatred, and the resentment in her heart gradually took over.

"Why am I the only one who suffers such humiliation?" She bit her lips hard, her teeth sinking deeply into the soft flesh of her lips, and a hint of blood spread in her mouth. Her hands unconsciously clenched the steering wheel, and her knuckles turned white due to the force.

But besides this impulse, she also felt a little hesitant and guilty.

Justin is definitely not a good person.

But his daughter and wife are most likely innocent.

But soon, the remaining conscience was suppressed again.

“I’m saving her, if the Hammer Group goes bankrupt.

Does she still want to live the life of a lady?

Justine couldn't even afford to go to Garden Middle School, so she had to live with the homeless. "

"Mrs. Osborne?" Justin's voice sounded outside the car window again. Mrs. Osborne was startled by the sudden shout. She turned her head in panic and looked at Justin's face full of doubt and flattery outside the car window. She tried to force a smile and said, "Okay, let's have a cup of coffee!"

Justin is a person who has a high pursuit of taste.

He has a keen perception and unique preference for the aroma of food, the fragrance of perfume and the fresh scent of various flowers and plants in nature.

But at this moment, facing the bitter coffee, he didn't even have the desire to season it. He took a sip and let the bitterness linger in his mouth. His eyes were empty and his thoughts seemed to drift to a faraway place. The bitter taste was just like his mood at the moment, heavy and unspeakable.

In the past, even when drinking coffee outside, he would carefully select the coffee beans, carefully control the fineness of the grinding and the temperature of the brewing water, just to taste the most perfect coffee aroma.

But now, this undecorated cup of bitter coffee has become a reflection of his inner depression. He knows that this bitterness comes not only from the coffee itself, but also from the pressure of life and the difficulties in his career.

"Mrs. Osborne..." Justin didn't know how to start.

It was clearly he who invited Mrs. Osborne to come here for coffee today.

Mrs. Osborne looked at the slightly depressed chairman of the group in front of her and suddenly smiled softly, "You want to ask why the Osborne Group was able to come back to life, right?"

"Well...it's actually like this." Justin sighed, his voice filled with endless fatigue and helplessness. "Hammer Group is on the verge of collapse, and the orders we have will expire next quarter at the latest. If it weren't for the fact that the U.S. Department of Defense couldn't pay the penalty, the orders would have ended at the end of this month, and our goods would have been sent from our own warehouse to the designated military warehouse under the U.S. Department of Defense...The war is over, and although the garrison will still stay there, it no longer needs a large amount of weapons, equipment and ammunition like during the war.

I can no longer sustain this. Maybe next month, Mrs. Osborne, you can see our family at the homeless gathering place on the roadside." Justin smiled bitterly, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly, as if he was trying hard to hold back the pain in his heart.

"Mr. Justin." Mrs. Osborne interrupted Justin's complaint. Her voice was calm and cold. "You are exaggerating. Even if you go bankrupt, your family won't become homeless. At most, your life will become a little dull."

Justine shook her head, her movement showing great despair, "I don't mean to exaggerate or deceive you, Mrs. Osborne.

I have sold all my personal property, my family property, and even my wife's jewelry, in exchange for a large amount of money, in order to keep the normal operation of the entire group.

I don’t have a penny left. In other words, my money is completely tied to the group.

Before the group went bankrupt, I still had a house to live in, a car to drive, and delicious meals that I could pay for with checks. But once it went bankrupt and was liquidated, everything I had would be taken away by the bank, including my collection of famous watches, my wife's high heels, LV bags, and her extremely expensive lace panties and bras that she bought at extremely high prices from European fashion shows. All of these would be taken away by the bank... So this is not an exaggeration." Justin's eyes were empty, as if he had already seen the tragic future.

Mrs. Osborne glanced at Justin, without any sympathy in her eyes. She had completely lost the last bit of pity she had for this guy.

Because, in her opinion, Justin is an out-and-out gambler. In pursuit of the prosperity of the group, he is willing to bet his entire fortune. This reckless adventure makes Mrs. Osborne feel that his current fate is his own fault.

She thought to herself: "You should taste the bitter fruit you sowed yourself."

"Mrs. Osborne, I know that this request I made may make you feel awkward and shameless, but I really need a lifeline right now... I have also heard about the situation of the Osborne Group. Because there are no orders from the Ministry of Defense, the Osborne Group has been living off its old capital for so many years, living off the dividends left over from World War II.

But no matter how much the dividends are, they should have been eaten up by now..."

Mrs. Osborne interrupted him again, "Mr. Justin, I know what you want to say. The Osborne Group did not get the order from the US Department of Defense, but the Osborne Group found a new partner. You should know this partner."

"Who?"

"Mr. Fisk of the Saint Fisk Group..." Mrs. Osborne subconsciously wanted to say the word "asshole", but she finally held back. She bit her lips tightly, and her angry expression eased a little after trying to restrain herself. She took a deep breath, as if to suppress the insult that was about to come out of her mouth.

She said slowly, "Osborne Group has signed a cooperation alliance agreement with Saint Fisk Group. This is a decision that was reached after a long and difficult process. During those countless days and nights, the negotiation teams of both sides conducted rounds of intense and tense discussions. Every clause and every detail was repeatedly debated and weighed."

Mrs. Osborne paused for a moment, adjusted her breathing, and continued, "Finally, after comprehensively considering various factors and future development prospects, the Osborne Group gave 20% of its shares to the Sanfisk Group to form a strategic alliance. This 20% of shares represents countless efforts and expectations, and is a major concession we have made for the future of the group."

Her eyes became firm and focused, and she continued, "The Saint Fisk Group will invest in the Osborne Group, which is not a small amount. This huge amount of money will be like fresh blood, injected into every corner of the Osborne Group.

We will use this capital to introduce the world's most advanced technology and equipment, comprehensively optimize and improve the existing production process, and strive to improve the quality and competitiveness of our products."

Mrs. Osborne would not say that she got the funds because she slept with Fisk.

Justin automatically ignored the unnecessary nonsense in Mrs. Osborne's words.

He slapped his head and cursed himself for being so stupid.

How could they forget about Fisk? He was the biggest celebrity in New York City. He had more money than he could spend.

After all, even a chaotic neighborhood like Hell's Kitchen is not something that Hammer Group can do if it wants to fully acquire it. The value of every inch of land in New York is no joke, after all, this is a world-class financial center.

Justin seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and eagerly asked Mrs. Osborne for advice: "Madam, please teach me how to get Fisk to invest in my group. I am really desperate. If you can give me some advice, I will be very grateful."

Mrs. Osborne did not answer, but grinned, and there seemed to be an elusive meaning hidden in that smile.

She smiled strangely, took out a dollar and put it on the table, then stood up and left the coffee shop. She only said to him as she left: "Mr. Justin, are you and your wife in love?"

Justin was confused by this sudden question. He stared blankly at Mrs. Osborne's departing back and fell into deep thought.

He didn't understand why Mrs. Osborne asked such a strange question, and what did it have to do with Fisk's investment?

But at this moment he no longer had time to think about it. The crisis of Hammer Group was imminent, and he had to find a solution as soon as possible.

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Fisk had just returned from the doomsday world when Lester hurried over.

There was something strange in his tone, and he was panting and looked like he had been running.

"Boss!" Lester panted, "I just got the news that Tony Stark disappeared near the town of Gumira in the Middle East."

Fisk stopped, frowned, and stared at Lester sharply, "What's the situation?"

Lester swallowed and tried to calm himself down. "It is said that their convoy was attacked during transportation. The scene was in chaos. It is not clear whether Tony Stark was kidnapped or encountered other accidents."

Fisk crossed his arms over his chest, but a smile appeared on his lips.

"Has it started yet?"

"What did you say, boss?"

"It's okay... I've been keeping an eye on Stark Industries' stocks for a while now. If we don't take the money now that it's in our hands, wouldn't we be fools?"

"I understand boss, I'll go set it up right away."

Chapter 175: Mei, do you think that's Peter Parker?

"Why not start a war!" Justin was a little crazy. His face was distorted, his voice was almost hoarse, and he seemed to have lost his mind.

"The U.S. military was attacked, and even a major general of the Army was seriously injured and dying. These militants are so arrogant, but why don't they declare war again?" He waved his arms, his eyes widened, and the flames of anger burned in his eyes.

No wonder Justin is so hysterical.

As a colleague, Justin knew that Tony Stark was a big shot in the industry. His influence was not only in the business world, but he also had deep connections in the military and political circles.

After Justin learned that Tony Stark was attacked and missing in the Middle East, he immediately realized that this war that had ended might see a turning point.

And this also means that he will get new orders again.

But the actual result seems to be otherwise.

This undoubtedly poured a bucket of cold water of disappointment on him at the moment when his hope was ignited.

Justin's eyes were bloodshot and his clenched fists were trembling slightly. "Are we just going to swallow our anger? What about those soldiers who died? How should their families bear this pain?" His voice was almost a roar, and the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, hot and surging.

"Haha, Justin, you shouldn't be a businessman. You should be a politician. Your performance is very contagious!" A cold voice came from the phone on the desk, "Now in the Ministry of Defense, Ross has the final say. It's no use for you to yell at me here with all your emotion." The voice was emotionless, as if a basin of cold water was poured on Justin's head.

Justin fell into silence, as if time had frozen. After a long while, he slowly said, "If something goes wrong with the Hammer Group, more than two thousand workers in the military factories in your ally's senator's district will be unemployed!" His voice was full of helplessness and despair, but also with a last bit of resistance.

"Justin! Do you think I didn't try hard? Now all the orders are handled by him. You'd better rely on yourself instead of us. Maybe you can kneel in front of him and help him. Maybe he will give you one or two orders..." The phone was hung up mercilessly, leaving only a busy tone echoing in the room.

Justin sat in the chair in pain, as if all the energy in his body had been drained away.

He looked ahead with empty eyes, muttering to himself: "It seems that I have really reached the end of my rope. Is there no hope at all?" His voice became lower and lower, full of helplessness and confusion, as if he was in endless darkness and could not find a bright way out.

Suddenly, Mrs. Osborne's words entered Justin's mind. "Mr. Justin, are you and your wife still in love?"

Justin suddenly understood the hidden meaning behind Mrs. Osborne's words. He also understood why Fisk would rescue the Osborne Group.

Mrs. Osborne… this is giving herself as a gift to Fisk.