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

Peter Parker couldn't help but be attracted by Justine's beauty. He was stunned for a moment, but soon thought of Gwen, and then gently pushed Harry, "Hey, don't be so out of control."

But Harry seemed not to have heard him and continued to stare at Justine.

"She is so beautiful, I have never seen her so beautiful." Harry murmured to himself.

It took a long time for Harry Osborn to react. He winked at Peter Parker and said, "I've decided. I'm going to chase her!"

Peter Parker was completely speechless.

However, he didn't say much.

Because in his opinion, he had one less love rival.

"Who do you think that is?"

Harry suddenly said again, looking off into the distance.

"Who?"

"It's that Fisk!"

Peter Parker was startled and suddenly raised his head.

Suddenly, Fisk was seen walking in from outside.

Fisk walked slowly into the banquet hall with Mrs. Stacy. He was wearing a white suit. He was tall and strong, and the white suit could not hide his ferocious muscles at all.

The fabric of the suit shone slightly under the light, but it was stretched tight by his strong body, as if it could be torn at any time. Every step he took was steady and powerful, like a giant walking, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Mrs. Stacy elegantly held his arm, wearing a gorgeous red dress that contrasted sharply with Fisk's white suit.

She had a faint smile on her face, and her eyes revealed confidence and calmness. Next to Fisk, she looked particularly petite and fragile, but exuded a unique charm.

Fisk's appearance instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the banquet hall, and people looked at him with awe and curiosity.

He seemed like a king, walking into this place full of luxury and glory with inviolable majesty.

Peter Parker and Harry watched them in silence.

"I don't know why they invited this bastard. I heard that he is a gangster." Harry Osborn complained in a low voice: "Parker, is that Gwen's mother? I met her at the parent-teacher conference before."

“It seems, yes!”

"Like mother, like daughter. No wonder Gwen is so beautiful... But now I have a new goal to pursue!" Harry Osborn and Peter Parker whispered to each other.

Fisk looked around and saw many familiar faces in the banquet hall.

Also noticed Peter Parker not far away.

However, he had no intention of paying any attention.

Instead, he looked towards Norman Oss and Mrs. Osborn who were walking over.

Today's dinner is a banquet where the Osborne family announces their comeback to the wealthy families in New York City. In a sense, it is a demonstration. After all, the Osborne Group has been beaten down by the whole of New York and even Wall Street for a long time. If it were not for the strong foundation of the Osborne Group and Mrs. Osborne's good connections and hard work, the Osborne Group would not have lasted until Fisk's investment and would have gone bankrupt and liquidated long ago, let alone the courage to make a comeback today.

However, this was the first time Fisk met Norman Osborn.

Norman Osborn stood in the center of the banquet hall, his figure like a beacon in the darkness, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura. His eyes revealed madness and persistence, like a madman possessed by the demon of science.

Although his hair was combed very neatly, his skin became a little pale due to staying in the laboratory for a long time without seeing the sun.

Fisk quietly observed Norman Osborn.

His eyes turned black in an instant without a trace.

He could feel that something seemed to be seriously wrong with Norman's body.

And, in his sight, there are two different colors in Norman Osborn's body, those are the colors of two different soul light balls. One color is deep green, as if representing endless madness and ambition, and the other is yellow, flickering faintly, as if struggling to break free from the shackles of darkness... Is it the Green Goblin?

It looks like some of Norman Osborn's crazy experiments.

His body has been transformed beyond recognition.

It seems that even if he has saved the Osborne Group, he still cannot change his fate.

Fisk sighed a little, but didn't have too many thoughts.

So what if the Green Goblin is still alive?

Aren't they just the ones that you crush and kill at will?

Mrs. Osborne came over, hugged Fisk, and kissed him on the cheek. Fisk couldn't help but pinch her waist, but no one noticed because of the lighting. Mrs. Osborne's body stiffened slightly, but she quickly recovered, still with an elegant smile on her face. A complex emotion surged in her heart, with both surprise at Fisk's bold move and an indescribable ambiguous feeling.

Fisk let go of Mrs. Osborn as if nothing had happened, a barely perceptible smugness flashing in his eyes. He liked this feeling very much, especially in front of Norman Osborn.

"Let me introduce you." Mrs. Osborn pointed to Norman Osborn next to Fisk and introduced him to Fisk. "This is Norman Osborn, my husband." Mrs. Osborn's voice was elegant and calm, but there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

Fisk nodded slightly, his eyes falling on Norman Osborn. Norman Osborn stood there quietly, his eyes deep and sharp, as if he could see through everything.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Osborn." Fisk extended his hand with a polite smile on his face.

Norman Osborn held Fisk's hand, his hand was cold and strong.

"Mr. Fisk, I've heard a lot about you." Norman Osborn's voice was deep and magnetic. "Thank you for your support of the Osborn Group. If it weren't for you, the Osborn Group would have been finished." Fisk was slightly stunned, then smiled. "This is a win-win deal, Mr. Osborn."

We exchanged a few pleasantries.

Norman Osborn took his wife to receive other guests.

Fisk took the champagne handed to him by the waiter and greeted people he knew with Mrs. Stacy.

The people Norman Osborn invited this time were very diverse.

In addition to businessmen, many politicians and parliamentarians were also invited.

Even the new chief of the police station was invited.

As soon as this guy saw Fisk coming over, he immediately came over respectfully. Needless to say, Fisk helped him get to this position. The New York City Police Commissioner is directly appointed by the mayor, not through any election. However, Fisk looked around and did not see the mayor. It seems that he was trying to avoid suspicion.

"Mr. Fisk!" At this moment, a man's voice came from the side. It was a black man in military uniform, with a straight back and shoulder epaulettes showing that he was a colonel. Fisk didn't know this man, but Lester, who was on his left, immediately revealed it and whispered, "This is Colonel James Rhodes, a good friend of Tony Stark."

"It's War Machine!"

Fisk narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Colonel Rhodes in front of him.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his uniform was neat and straight, and he exuded a kind of dignity and perseverance that only a soldier can have. His eyes were firm and calm, as if he had experienced countless trials and tribulations.

It’s a pity...he’s a black man.

"What's up?"

Fisk faced the other party's outstretched hand, and had no intention of shaking it. Instead, he said with a little indifference. James Rhodes's hand hung in the air awkwardly.

Colonel Rhodes frowned slightly, but soon regained his composure. He knew that Fisk was a difficult person to deal with, but for Tony Stark, he had to lower himself.

"Can we go talk to the side?"

Fisk looked around and said to Lester next to him, "Go and talk to this colonel over there. I don't want to talk to black people right now."

"Yes, sir!" Lester nodded and stretched out his hand to James Rhodes. "Please come over here with me. Tell me if you have anything to say, Colonel."

James Rhodes frowned. He came here in military uniform today not to attend the banquet, but to find Fisk.

Not long ago, the U.S. Department of Defense photographed a UFO over New York, and he, as an Air Force colonel, was responsible for investigating this UFO. It was discovered that the destination of this UFO was Hell's Kitchen and Xavier's School for Gifted People.

Just when he wanted to investigate further, an order was issued to terminate the investigation and destroy all the documents, which made him very confused.

He conducted a private investigation and found that this was related to Fisk. According to the information previously investigated, this matter was inextricably linked to Fisk of the San Fisk Group. The UFO first appeared in Africa, and during the journey to the United States, it was not scanned by the Air Force radar. This is incredible, which means that the UFO must have technological weapons that surpass modern technology. Maybe there is something on it that can find Stark. James Rhodes is now desperate, so he wants to ask Fisk for help.

But Fisk was very indifferent and expressed his disgust for black people, which instantly made the Air Force hero furious. He had never been so angry before. James Rhodes clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

He fought and died on the battlefield and dedicated everything to his country and his people, but now he is suffering such unwarranted discrimination and indifference here.

He wanted to rush up immediately and punch the arrogant Fisk to let him know what respect and justice were.

However, reason eventually triumphed over anger. He knew he couldn't act impulsively, and finding Tony Stark was the most important thing now. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and suppressed his anger.

"Mr. Fisk, I..."

"I said I don't want to chat with you. If you don't want to chat with my assistant, then don't chat. Sorry, I have something else to do." Fisk said and walked towards a place not far away with Mrs. Stacy.

James Rhodes was about to catch up, but Lester grabbed his shoulder. "Colonel James Rhodes, if I were you, I'd better not do something unreasonable here. This is a very impolite behavior."

James Rhodes's face suddenly turned gloomy. He twisted his shoulders vigorously, trying to shake off Lester's arm. However, he was surprised to find that Lester's palm seemed to be glued to his body and could not be separated no matter what. He increased his strength, tensed his muscles, and could even hear a slight sound from his bones, but Lester's hand still held him tightly, motionless.

A strong sense of anger welled up in him.

As an Air Force colonel, he had a physical fitness far superior to that of an ordinary person. He had experienced countless hardships and dangers on the battlefield, but had never encountered such a situation. He found it unbelievable that this seemingly ordinary follower had such great power.

"Let me go!" Colonel Rhodes shouted, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness. He tried to break free from Lester's restraints again, but it was still in vain. Lester still had that indifferent expression on his face, as if everything he did was taken for granted.

"Colonel, calm down." Lester's voice was calm and steady. "It will do you no good to cause trouble here. You should be aware of your situation and not make the wrong choice." Colonel Rhodes gritted his teeth, feeling helpless. He knew that what Lester said made sense. In this situation, he couldn't act impulsively. But he was unwilling to give up. He had to find a way to get Fisk to help.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Okay, I won't make trouble. But you let me go. I want to have a good talk with Mr. Fisk." Colonel Rhodes said with a hint of compromise in his tone.

“My boss said he doesn’t want to chat with you today.

But if you want, let's go to the side and you can talk to me, and I will tell my boss everything."

"All right!"

Justin saw Fisk coming over and immediately went to meet him. The two hugged each other, and Justin began to praise Mrs. Stacy for her beauty. "Madam, you are so radiant tonight. This outfit shows your elegance and nobility to the fullest." Justin's face was filled with sincere praise. Mrs. Stacy nodded slightly and responded with a smile: "Mr. Justin, you are too kind." Her voice was gentle and pleasant, like the sound of nature, and it was obvious that she was very happy.

Fisk also saw Justine and her daughter, who were dressed up.

Justine was wearing a blue evening gown, her eyes were bright and pure, sparkling with curiosity and longing for the world. Her young face was like a flower in the morning, with the freshness and shyness of dew.

Mrs. Justin wore a white evening gown, showing the charm of a mature woman.

She has a graceful figure, exquisite curves, and a slightly raised eyebrow with a hint of pride. Her makeup is elegant and delicate, which complements the white evening dress and exudes an elegant and noble temperament.

When the mother and daughter stand together, they do look very similar, yet they are obviously different.

One is full of youthfulness, like new buds in spring, full of vitality.

One is very mature, like autumn fruit, exuding charming charm.

“How’s Mr. Justin doing lately?

How is the group?" Fisk smiled, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

Justin raised his chin slightly, a confident smile appeared on his face, and responded: "Not bad! Thank you for your concern. The group is currently running normally. Although it has experienced some twists and turns in the past period of time, with the joint efforts of everyone, it has gradually got on the right track. We will continue to explore new markets, develop new products, and strive to gain a firm foothold in the fiercely competitive business field. I believe that in the near future, we will achieve even more brilliant achievements."

But they both laughed in their hearts at the same time.

Fisk sneered.

Justin smiled bitterly.