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

Who doesn’t know how to brag?

To know whether the Hammer Group is good or not, just look at the debt collection calls from banks every day.

"Hello, Mr. Fisk. Nice to see you again." Justine came over with a youthful smile on her face. She bowed slightly, her manners elegant and generous.

"Hello, Miss Justine. Nice to see you again." Fisk responded with a smile, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"Mr. Fisk, thanks to you for helping me treat my sprained ankle at school last time. I've been looking for an opportunity to thank you properly." Justine's eyes were full of gratitude.

"It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning. I'm also relieved to see that you have recovered so well now." Fisk waved his hand.

"You are so amazing. You helped me relieve the pain so quickly. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to participate in the next cheerleading training." Justine recalled the scene at that time, her tone full of emotion.

"Is your ankle fully healed now? Be careful when you exercise next time," Fisk said with concern.

"Yeah, it's completely fine. I'll pay attention." Justine nodded obediently.

The two were just about to chat a few more words when they heard the sound of a microphone being tapped in the distance. Norman Osborn had already walked onto the podium.

The speeches are about to begin and the dinner will officially begin.

However, Fisk noticed some uninvited guests.

Because the colorful souls of those guys shine like flashlights in the dark night.

Chapter 186 Harry's Collapse (Part )

"I saw someone I know, so I went to say hello!" Mrs. Stacy said to Fisk.

Fisk followed her gaze.

Immediately, I saw a hot woman. She had long flowing white hair that fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the breeze like silk. She had a graceful figure with exquisite curves, and a tight black dress that perfectly outlined her perfect figure. She turned slightly to the side, revealing her white and slender neck, like an elegant swan.

"Who's that, babe?"

"Clary, my classmate in college, is also a highly skilled surgeon who works in Stephen Strange's private hospital. She has very advanced attainments in cardiac surgery, and I have always wanted to recruit her." Mrs. Stacy leaned close to Fisk's ear, her voice soft and a little playful.

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?" Mrs. Stacy's eyes were teasing and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"Well, you're such a workaholic, dear!" Fisk frowned slightly, his tone filled with both helplessness and doting.

"Haha, I'm serious in bed too, am I not?" Mrs. Stacy said, leaning against Fisk's body, her eyes flashing with fiery light, and her words full of ambiguity. Fisk smiled, and he stretched out his hand and gently held Mrs. Stacy's waist, hugging her tightly in his arms, "Really? Why don't I remember?"

On the platform, Norman Osborn had not yet finished his speech. It could be seen that he was indeed of a certain standard.

The voice was steady and powerful, and every word was clearly heard by everyone.

He spoke clearly, although his pale skin looked a little strange.

However, his upper-class temperament could not be concealed. His manners were elegant, and every movement was just right, showing his good upbringing and noble origin. His clothes were exquisite, and the well-cut suit set off his figure, and the exquisite accessories added a sense of luxury.

The old industrial family attaches great importance to traditional education. Therefore, even though he has fallen into poverty once, he still has a temperament that ordinary local tyrants cannot possess. He exudes the heritage accumulated over the years, the wisdom and glory inherited from the family. This temperament is not only reflected in his appearance, but also in his words, deeds and way of thinking.

For example, the guy named Justin Hammer not far away. His temperament seems a bit impetuous and flamboyant. His clothes are too gorgeous and his behavior is a bit exaggerated, which is in sharp contrast with Norman Osborn's calm and reserved.

However, he still has good taste and his wife is very beautiful.

Justin Hammer's wife stood beside him. She was tall and had beautiful curves, and the gorgeous white dress showed off her beauty to the fullest.

The dress was soft and surrounded her like a cloud, fluttering gently with her movements, as if expressing elegance and nobility. She raised her chin slightly, her eyes revealing a kind of confidence and pride, as if the whole world was at her feet.

The arrival of daughter Justine was a stroke of genius.

I'm afraid that many people at this banquet have taken a fancy to this mother and daughter. Their beauty is like the bright stars, attracting everyone's attention. Those greedy eyes wander over them, ready to take this mother and daughter into their pockets when Justin is at the end of his rope.

The situation of the Hammer Group was known not only to the entire Wall Street, but also to the vast majority of people at today's banquet.

Justin Hammer felt the wolf-like gazes around him, and his heart kept sinking. He had already looked for most of the people here, but the conditions they offered were completely unacceptable to him. Those harsh requirements were like sharp blades, piercing his self-esteem and pride. If he had to follow their conditions, Justin Hammer would rather go bankrupt.

He looked at Fisk not far away, with a look of determination in his eyes. This might be his last chance to be rescued. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that he had no way out now and had to seize this last chance.

"Finally, I would like to thank everyone for coming here." Norman Osborn nodded slightly with a proper smile on his face. His eyes slowly swept over the people in the banquet hall, like a king examining his territory.

As his speech ended, melodious dance music began to play in the banquet hall.

The melody lingered in the air like silk, light and moving.

The lights gradually dimmed and colorful lights began to flicker, creating a dreamy atmosphere.

The guests began to look for their dance partners and stepped onto the dance floor. The ladies were dressed in gorgeous gowns, and their skirts swayed gently with their steps, like blooming flowers. The men were dressed in neat suits, looking elegant. With smiles on their faces, they danced to the rhythm of the music.

"Honey, I'm over there!"

"Go!" Fisk nodded, and at the same time made a subtle gesture to Lester behind him. Lester, who was drinking champagne in the corner, immediately followed. Fisk was not worried about Mrs. Stacy. The relationship between the two of them was beyond words.

The reason why he did this.

It’s because of those protruding colorful soul light balls.

Those people have already sneaked into the banquet.

Fisk didn't know who their target was, but he was sure of it.

These guys must not just be here to attend the party.

Fisk suddenly discovered Susan, the new head teacher of Garden Middle School, who was also invited by Mrs. Osborne to attend today's dinner. However, compared with the gorgeous ladies around her, her dress seemed a little shabby.

She was wearing a simple black dress without too many decorations, and the fabric was not expensive. Compared with those ladies wearing silk and satin and wearing dazzling jewelry, she was like an elegant little flower, looking particularly simple among the gorgeous flowers. Her hair was simply tied up, without any gorgeous hair accessories, but it was still soft and shiny.

Susan stood in the corner, her eyes revealing a hint of restraint. Her hands were gently clasped in front of her, her fingers twisting slightly unconsciously. Occasionally, her eyes would carefully scan the crowd around her, as if she was worried that her presence would appear abrupt. Her posture was slightly tense, as if she was trying to adapt to this luxurious occasion that was completely different from her daily life.

However, this could not conceal her exquisite appearance at all. Her lips were slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile even in her restraint. Her skin was fair and delicate, like mutton-fat jade, exuding a soft luster.

Fisk smiled and walked over with champagne in his hand: "Teacher Susan, what a coincidence?"

Susan was slightly startled, and then a smile of surprise and shyness appeared on her face. "Mr. Fisk, I didn't expect to see you here." Her voice was soft, like a breeze. Her eyes were a little evasive, as if she was not used to talking to Fisk in such an occasion.

Fisk narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Susan up and down. "Teacher Susan looks very beautiful today. Although she is dressed simply, she has a unique charm." There was a hint of sincere praise in his words.

Susan's cheeks flushed. "Mr. Fisk, you're too kind. I'm just wearing casual clothes. Compared with the other people here, I'm really too shabby." She bit her lip lightly, with a hint of insecurity in her eyes.

Fisk shook his head slightly. "No, Teacher Susan, true beauty radiates from the inside out. Your temperament and wisdom are the most attractive." He raised the champagne glass in his hand. "Come on, let's drink to celebrate our meeting."

Susan hesitated for a moment, then raised the cup in her hand and gently touched Fisk's cup: "Thank you, Mr. Fisk, for your compliment." There was a gleam of gratitude in her eyes.

People always need to socialize. Fisk was exceptionally tall, as sturdy as a small mountain. Although Susan was not short, and was even taller than the average man, she looked small and cute in front of Fisk, like an exquisite doll.

At this time, the melodious dance music continued. Fisk bent down slightly and extended his hand to invite Susan in a gentlemanly manner: "Teacher Susan, would you please do me the honor of dancing with me?"

Susan's face instantly turned red. After hesitating for a moment, she gently placed her hand on Fisk's. They stepped onto the dance floor. Fisk's strong hand held Susan's soft hand, and his other hand gently placed on her waist. Susan felt her heart beating like a drum, and her body was a little stiff with nervousness.

As the music started, Fisk took the lead and took Susan to move slowly. Susan tried to keep up with his pace, her steps were a little flustered. Fisk lowered his head slightly and encouraged softly: "Relax, Teacher Susan." Susan took a deep breath and tried to adjust herself.

As the music flowed, their dance steps gradually became coordinated. Fisk took Susan and spun around, and Susan's skirt fluttered like a blooming flower. Her long hair also fluttered, exuding a faint fragrance. During the spinning process, Susan's body inevitably moved closer to Fisk, and she could feel his warm breath and solid chest. Every slight touch made her heart jump suddenly, and shyness surged in her heart.

Fisk's movements were graceful and powerful, and he guided Susan through the dance floor. Their steps intertwined, sometimes approaching, sometimes moving apart. Susan's eyes occasionally met Fisk's, and she immediately shyly looked away. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked particularly attractive under the light.

The dancing of the two attracted the attention of many people, and applause broke out. In the eyes of the crowd, they seemed to have become the most dazzling presence on the dance floor. Mrs. Osborn also noticed the movement here. Norman Osborn had left, and now she was the only protagonist here, entertaining guests.

Seeing the two people in the center of the stage, she rolled her eyes in annoyance, feeling a little sour in her heart. She frowned slightly, and her eyes revealed a hint of complicated emotions.

Peter Parker and Harry Osborn also noticed the movement here. Looking at their class teacher and Fisk dancing, both of them looked a little surprised.

They never thought that the usually strict head teacher could have such a beautiful and charming side.

On the dance floor, Susan and Fisk seemed to be immersed in their own world, oblivious to the gazes around them. Their dance steps were still elegant and coordinated. Susan's face was filled with a faint smile, a joy from the heart.

Fisk's eyes were also full of tenderness. He looked at Susan as if he was admiring a precious work of art.

The music gradually reached a climax, and their dance steps became more passionate. Fisk took Susan and spun quickly, and Susan felt as if she was flying in the clouds. She held Fisk's hand tightly, fearing that she would fall. Fisk held her steadily, giving her enough sense of security.

When the music slowly ended, their dance ended. Susan panted slightly, with excitement and shyness in her eyes. Fisk let go of her hand and looked at Susan with a smile: "You danced very well, Teacher Susan."

Susan lowered her head and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Fisk."

"Papapapa!" Mrs. Osborne came over.

She had an elegant smile on her face, her eyes moving between Susan and Fisk. "What a wonderful dance, you two really became the focus of the night."

Susan lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly. Fisk had a strange smile on his face and blinked gently.

Fisk and Mrs. Osborne looked at each other, and emotions that only the two of them could understand burst out in the air.

Fisk's eyes were deep and fiery, as if they contained endless secrets. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of provocation. Mrs. Osborne's eyes were like a sharp sword, sharp and a little angry.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing dissatisfaction and questioning.

The two people's eyes met in the air, as if countless words were transmitted silently. Fisk's eyes seemed to say, "What? Are you jealous?" Mrs. Osborne's eyes responded, "Huh, jealous, you are worthy?"

"Oh, so arrogant?"

"Of course!"

"Tsk tsk, why don't you give it a try?"

"Asshole, who wants to try with you?"

Their gazes were like a silent war, filled with tension and ambiguity.

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Mrs. Osborne deliberately took Susan away to chat, leaving Fisk alone there.

At the same time, Justin came over and started chatting with Fisk. "Mr. Fisk, tonight's banquet is really unforgettable." Justin smiled and tried to get closer to Fisk.

Fisk glanced at him indifferently and did not comment.

Justin gritted his teeth and said directly, "Mr. Fisk, I am willing to give you 30% of the shares of Hammer Group."

Fisk raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Mr. Justin, your proposal is very tempting, but you should know that I will not easily accept such a gift."

Justin said hurriedly: “Mr. Fisk, I know this may be a little sudden, but I really hope to cooperate with you.

The Hammer Group is facing some difficulties now. I believe that with your help, we will be able to overcome the difficulties. "

Fisk narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about Justin's words.

He knew Justin's purpose and also understood that there might be more conflicts of interest hidden behind this 30% stake.

Although the Hammer Group is now heavily in debt, it does have its own unique features, that is, a large number of military factories. In order to develop rapidly and gain more support, the Hammer Group built a large number of military factories in the United States.

These military factories stand like steel behemoths in the United States, a place where workers' wages are expensive.

Previously, their existence provided a lot of political resources for the Hammer Group and its allies. In the eyes of those politicians, these military factories represent strength, influence and interests. They can provide weapons and equipment for the country to meet military needs, and also bring votes and support to politicians.

Logically speaking, this is a business that will never lose money.