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

Fisk's attention was unconsciously attracted. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Justine herself seemed to finally realize this accident. Her face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple, and shyness and panic surged into her heart.

She adjusted her posture, trying to cover up her gaffe, and nervously pulled at her clothes with her hands.

Her heart was beating as fast as a drum and her mind was in a mess. She didn't know how to resolve this embarrassing situation.

Those white anime underwear are her private hobby.

But it was accidentally exposed at this moment, making her feel extremely embarrassed...at least that was the case on the surface.

An indescribable subtle feeling spread in my heart.

"Feeling better?" Fisk asked softly.

Justine lowered her eyes slightly, with a shy blush still on her cheeks. She nodded gently, her voice as sweet as a nightingale singing in a valley: "Well, much better, thank you, Mr. Fisk." Her tone was well-behaved and gentle, like a docile little lamb.

However, her body twisted slightly unconsciously, and the faintly visible white anime underwear flashed a trace again. She seemed not to notice her little movement, or maybe she did it on purpose.

She raised her head, with a hint of shy expectation in her eyes, and said to Fisk: "Mr. Fisk, you are really amazing. You relieved my pain so quickly."

There was a hint of sweet coquettishness in her voice, as if she was seeking more attention from Fisk.

Fisk was not embarrassed at all. He gently kneaded the white socks' little feet: "It's just a minor injury. You will recover soon if you have a good rest."

Justine pouted slightly, with a hint of grievance in her eyes: "But it still hurts, Mr. Fisk, can you help me again?"

There was a subtle temptation in her words and her eyes were gleaming with anticipation.

Fisk licked the corner of his mouth and said, "It's much better now, don't worry too much. You need to rest well now and don't move around anymore."

Justine bit her lip lightly, with a hint of loss in her eyes, but she quickly regained her well-behaved appearance and said softly, "Okay, I'll listen to you, Mr. Fisk." There was a hint of subtle praise in her words, as if she was sending some special signal to Fisk.

"What happened here?"

The physical education teacher walked in from outside, her long golden hair waving softly over her shoulders, swaying slightly as she walked, as if golden waves were surging. Her eyes were sharp and keen, scanning back and forth between Justine and Fisk, with doubt in her eyes.

Justine's face instantly flushed with shyness. She lowered her head slightly and said softly, "Teacher, I accidentally sprained my foot. Mr. Fisk is helping me with the treatment."

Her voice was soft and well-behaved, like a child who had done something wrong explaining to her teacher.

Fisk also stood up, nodded to the physical education teacher, and said, "Yes, I saw that she was injured, so I helped take a look."

His tone was calm and steady, which made people feel reassured.

The physical education teacher frowned, looked at Justine's ankle, and said, "Is it seriously injured?

Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Justine quickly shook her head and said, “No, teacher.

Mr. Fisk has taken care of it for me and I feel much better now."

There was gratitude in her eyes as she glanced at Fisk secretly.

The physical education teacher nodded and said, "Okay, but be careful next time. If you still feel uncomfortable, go to the infirmary in time." After that, she looked at Fisk again and said, "Mr. Fisk, thank you, but can you help me get the volleyball out?"

"Of course, I'll be right there!"

"Okay, just push out the volleyballs here. They have been placed in the cart." The physical education teacher stretched out his hand and pushed the cart next to him, pushing a whole cart of volleyballs out.

Justine looked at the PE teacher's back and breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned her head and looked at Fisk with a hint of shyness and expectation in her eyes, and said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Fisk. I really don't know what I would do without you today." Her words were full of attachment.

This seems like a clingy little lamb.

Fisk smiled and said, "Don't be so polite. It's just a small favor. How do you feel now? Is it still painful?"

Justine shook her head gently and said, "I'm much better now. Thank you very much."

"Then you take a rest here, I'll send the volleyball out first." Fisk said, and was about to turn around and leave. But Justine hurriedly called him: "Mr. Fisk, please wait a moment." Fisk stopped and looked at her in confusion. Justine blushed and said shyly: "Can you help me up from the ground? My feet are still a little weak."

Fisk bent down to help Justine without thinking too much. The moment he approached Justine, Justine suddenly raised her head and slightly closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly.

She pursed her lips slightly, then slowly and firmly approached Fisk, her cheeks flushed, as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom.

She raised her chin slightly, letting her lips touch Fisk's lips accurately. At that moment, Justine's lips were soft and warm, gently fitting on Fisk's lips, like a soft petal falling.

She paused for a moment, then moved her lips slightly, as if she was exploring carefully. Her hands unconsciously raised slightly, as if she wanted to grab something, but stopped in mid-air with some hesitation.

Just as Justine was immersed in the tension and shyness brought about by this sudden bold move, Fisk simply stretched out his hands and hugged Justine.

The movement was gentle yet powerful, as if he was picking up a large, delicate doll.

Justine's body was instantly lifted into the air. She cried out in surprise, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

Fisk held her firmly in his arms, feeling her lightness and softness.

Justine's heartbeat was as rapid as a drum, her cheeks flushed, and she didn't know how to deal with this sudden change. She gently placed her hands on Fisk's shoulders, her eyes showing both shyness and a hint of expectation.

However, Fisk only hugged her for a short moment, then slowly and gently put her on the ground. His expression was serious but with a hint of tenderness, and he said softly: "This is wrong!"

There was a gleam of reason in his eyes, as if he was trying to restrain some complex emotions in his heart. Justine stood on the ground, her legs still a little weak. She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Justine blushed, her eyes showing both shyness and stubbornness, and she whispered, "But, Mr. Fisk, I just want to express my gratitude."

"Really?" Fisk held her face gently with his hands, "Then I feel your gratitude!" He helped her sit down, "You can't stand yet, sit down and take a rest."

Justine nodded slightly. She raised her head and looked at Fisk, and said with a hint of expectation in her eyes: "Mr. Fisk, will you hate me for this?"

Fisk was slightly stunned, then he grinned, "How could that be? No one would reject a young girl, let alone a beautiful girl like you."

Justine smiled and said softly, "I'll remember that. Mr. Fisk, thank you again for helping me with my foot injury."

"Well, I'll go out first."

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The volleyball class ended quickly.

With her superior physical fitness, Gwen easily got the only A+ in the class.

Next is math class.

It is also open to the outside world.

However, Fisk was not interested.

He said hello to Gwen and prepared to go back to Hell's Kitchen.

Justine limped back to the team at the end of the class. Considering that she sprained her leg, the physical education teacher did not give her a low grade in the class, but only gave her a passing grade of B.

Fortunately, Justine didn't care.

Her eyes were fixed on Fisk, full of shyness.

However, he did not continue the conversation.

When Fisk was about to leave Garden Middle School, he ran into Gwen's homeroom teacher Susan, whom he had just met, at the school gate. Susan was being harassed by several Italians in suits.

The reason why Fisk recognized these people as Italians at a glance was entirely because, except for Monica's Italian Mafia who could still move freely in New York, almost all other gang territories had been controlled by Fisk's men.

Even those black communities that were originally as difficult to clean up as psoriasis were eradicated one by one.

Even the Italian Mafia can only engage in usury nowadays.

Therefore, when Fisk saw them coming to Susan, he almost immediately concluded that it must be because she owed him money and didn't pay it back.

Fisk couldn't help but find it a little funny that the future Invisible Woman would actually have such an embarrassing day.

However, Susan will be the Invisible Woman in the future and a member of the Fantastic Four.

However, her family background was not very good. Her father was a gambler and alcoholic, indulging in gambling and alcohol all day long, making the family a mess.

Unable to bear such a life, her mother ran away early, leaving young Susan alone to face all the chaos.

Although Susan graduated from a prestigious university through self-reliance and had the dream of becoming a star, unfortunately she was not destined to be a star.

She encountered many setbacks and never achieved success in her acting career. At the same time, because of her irresponsible father, she was burdened with a large amount of loans at a young age.

This is why she became a teacher in a private school. Simply because Garden Middle School is a well-paid place that will allow her to pay off her debts as soon as possible and live a stable life.

The person responsible for picking up Fisk was Ena Maynard.

She was the only one who had nothing to do.

Fisk had just walked to the school gate when his huge size attracted the attention of the Italian mafia in the distance.

The mafia members were originally surrounding Susan aggressively, but when they saw Fisk, they were immediately stunned.

The leading mafia member trotted over, his face full of respect, and said to Fisk respectfully, "Sir!"

"Hmm?" Fisk raised his eyebrows slightly, "You know me?"

"The lady showed us your photo. Besides, there is no one in New York who doesn't know you, sir." The mafia member replied in fear and trepidation.

Fisk nodded.

At this moment, Ena Maynard just appeared on the street in the distance. Before she came over, Fisk waved to Susan in the distance.

Susan looked at the Italian mafia who were respectful to Fisk with some hesitation. Her eyes flickered for a moment, but she still walked over. With confusion and uneasiness on her face, she asked, "Mr. Fisk, do you know them?"

As soon as these words came out, the Italian Mafia boss immediately broke out in a sweat. He looked at Fisk nervously, fearing that his behavior would anger the boss.

"Well, they are subordinates of a friend of mine. What's the matter? Do you owe them money?" Fisk asked indifferently.

Susan's eyes flashed with surprise, but she still nodded and said, "I... just arrived at Garden Middle School, and this month's salary has not been paid yet, so there is no way I can pay them back with interest."

"Hmm!" Fisk nodded slightly, "Then I won't pay it back." Then he looked at the Italian mafia next to him and said, "Tell Monica that Teacher Susan's debt is on me."

"Mr. Fisk!" The surprise in Susan's eyes turned into astonishment.

She never expected that Fisk would solve this big problem for her so easily.

But before she finished her words, several mafia members immediately said with a smile: "What are you talking about? If the lady knew that we dared to ask you for a debt, we would have to feed the fish in the sea tomorrow. Since you know Teacher Susan, we will not bother you again. Goodbye, sir."

"Okay, say hello to Monica for me!" Fisk said calmly.

"Understood, sir." The mafia members disappeared into the crowd quickly as if they had been pardoned.

Susan stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to face Fisk's kindness. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.

"Teacher Susan, are you going out?"

“Yes…I’m going to redeem my brother.

He was arrested by the police for fighting with others.