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

I asked him to come up...but I hope he can stay outside the door quietly and not disturb me, or us."

Mrs. Stacy looked seductive as she pulled the tweezers and inserted the needle deep into the flesh, then completed the final surgical suture.

She threw away the tweezers and the needle together, and with just her two hands, without even looking, she quickly tied the surgical thread. At the same time, she skillfully took out alcohol from the cabinet and sprayed it on the wound.

When she turned her body to get something from the cabinet, her flawless white neck was exposed. Although her surgical movements just now seemed so easy, it actually took up almost all of her attention, so her neck and forehead were covered with various fine beads of sweat.

Although, I have experienced various wound sutures countless times.

However, Mrs. Stacy was still afraid that her mistake would cause Fisk to feel more pain.

So, don't be fooled by her relaxed appearance.

But in reality it is not easy at all.

Sweat flowed down the neck, and a strange fragrance quickly rushed into the nose.

Fisk's eyes were filled with emotion, but when he smelled that strange smell, he was still shocked and his heart warmed, and he couldn't help but hug her tighter.

Slowly approaching, gently leaving traces of saliva on the white neck, the salty taste spread deep in the mouth, but if you feel it carefully, you can feel a faint sweetness... This feeling is very strange, just like eating a bite of egg tart with cheese and strawberries.

Salty and sweet.

"No, it's itchy!"

Mrs. Stacy couldn't bear it any longer and tried to turn her body, but her hands were held tightly by Fisk. She couldn't struggle free and could only be held in his arms quietly, without moving.

"What do you want? You damned criminal."

"To some extent, I just want to continue to maintain such a passionate relationship with you. This will make me feel very happy, Madam Doctor." Fisk's face was filled with a playful smile.

But at this moment, a voice was heard outside the door again.

Still the same Mr. George.

But he didn't knock on the door, he was chatting with someone.

"Is your dean in there?"

"Mr. George, Dean Stacy should have returned to the office just now."

"But why didn't she respond after I knocked on the door for so long?"

"Maybe she's too tired. She's been doing surgeries continuously during this period, but the doctors refused to perform any surgeries because she didn't want a pay raise... Dean Stacey almost did all the surgeries by herself... Maybe she's in the ward, why don't you go over there and take a look?"

"Thank you, Nurse Andu."

Fisk looked at Mrs. Stacy and indeed noticed the faint dark circles under her foundation. He gently stroked the slightly messy hair on her face and said, "You don't have to fight so hard."

"Then why don't you reward me well?"

She slowly opened her collar, revealing the hollow underwear with black lace underneath. Fisk's mind was immediately enveloped by soaring desire. The warm feeling continued to come from his palms, stimulating his restless nerves. A strong desire drove Fisk to increase the strength of his palms.

"Right here I go, Mrs. Stacy!"

Chapter 28 New Outlook 2

"Thank you, Mr. Medlen."

Fisk and the short and fat lawyer in front of him shook hands tightly. The two of them only met for the first time today, but they were like good friends who had not seen each other for more than ten years.

This is what drives the current situation.

Obviously, it was because of the mountain of dollars piled up on the table.

If you want to open an arms company in a free country, it is very simple. You only need to go to the Ministry of National Defense, the Bureau of Firearms, the FBL, the CIA, and dozens of other departments to obtain the corresponding registration and qualification certificates, and you can set up an arms company that engages in cross-border trade with complete licenses. At the same time, basically no local management agencies will be willing to cause trouble for you.

In comparison, it is extremely difficult to obtain company licenses for energy transportation companies such as natural gas and fuel oil. This is why, even though oil prices are so low, the Russians are still able to make huge profits by smuggling oil and natural gas.

Because before these things are processed into commodities, the prices are really shockingly low.

"Mr. Fisk, it's such a pleasure to work with you. Don't worry, all the relevant licenses and certificates for King Fisk Arms Trading Co., Ltd., New York First People's Hospital and King Fisk Real Estate Company will be processed in the shortest time possible!" Medlen's eyes, which were not big to begin with, narrowed into a line at this moment.

For him, today's business is enough to keep his law firm, which is on the verge of bankruptcy, alive for a long time.

And all this would only take him a dozen hours of his life.

“Attorney Medlen, time is not a big issue.

Now, the most important thing is how will my name appear on the license?"

"It's easy, Mr. Fisk, that's what I do!" Medlen said as he was about to stuff the dollars on the table into his briefcase.

Fisker grabbed the lawyer, took the US dollars on the table, and said to him while tapping them gently, "Don't worry, because of some accidents... I am shown as a dead person in the current American database, a dead person who has been confirmed dead and buried in a public cemetery.

Every year, New York City sends me a bouquet of flowers. I've been to see them. They are very beautiful and must be very expensive." Fisk put down the dollar in his hand.

The smile on Madlen's face froze.

He is a gangster lawyer and has seen many strange things in the gang.

His work as a mob lawyer allowed him to pay off his student loans.

But that was the heyday of the mafia. In this era, the famous five New York families have long disappeared without a trace. The era of living by fighting and killing has long disappeared. Today's mafia has been completely tied to various financial projects.

Gang members can quit gangsterism, but gang lawyers can't do anything about it because the label has been put on them. Unless they leave New York, they basically can't get any decent work.

However, after working as a gang lawyer for so many years, this is the first time that Medellen has encountered the current situation.

The expression on his face was a little stiff.

He was a little embarrassed and pursed his lips. "I'm sorry, Mr. Fisk, I don't think I understand what you mean."

“Attorney Medlen, why do you have to play dumb?

You are a smart person and a capable person, and that is what I like about you!" Fisk took out two more stacks of US dollars, each with a denomination of fifty dollars. These two stacks were worth ten thousand dollars.

Medlen swallowed.

Lost in deep thought.

However, after a brief silence, he confidently said, "I can get you a Canadian ID card and green card.

In addition, we will provide you with a complete birth certificate and then register a shell company in Canada.

Through the IRS Act No. 49 this year, the Fisk Group was registered in New York as a foreigner, and its subsidiaries will include Jin Fisk Arms Trading Co., Ltd., Jin Fisk Real Estate Services Co., Ltd. and New York Fisk First People's Hospital..."

Of course, this requires more dollars!" Medlen's eyes were almost glowing green, like a starving jackal.

It’s just that the jackal wants to eat meat, while what Medellin needs is green dollars.

Crueler than a jackal.

"Of course, no problem!" Fisk took out the safe he had prepared long ago from under the table. The silver-gray safe was filled with green US dollars. "This is three hundred thousand dollars. I believe it should be enough!"

Madlen's eyes were almost popping out.

If a lawyer like him does not get any work on a regular basis, he can go to the court to apply to become a civil rights lawyer and help the hard-working people who cannot afford the lawyer fees to fight their lawsuits.

The compensation for each lawsuit ranges from $160 to $500.

Although the rate of return seems good.

But in reality, there are as many lawyers as doctors in the United States.

The tiles that fell on the floor either hit dentists and stockbrokers, or they hit legal interns who were burdened with high student loans.

Since all those cases are handled by the courts of various states and cities, in order to ensure that all these lawyers can afford to make a living, the courts generally distribute these cases evenly to ensure that most of the lawyers can survive.

At most, I get one or two opportunities to work as a civil rights lawyer a week.

Even if you can get the top-end $500 every time.

It's only two thousand dollars a month.

Two thousand dollars - it was enough for him if he lived frugally, but he not only had a family, but also a law firm to support.

Two thousand dollars... not enough for rent and utilities.

"Are you done talking?

I made a cake, would you like to try it?" Sister Maria walked in from the door with a tray.

It is a pure steamed cake, with no fruit or cream added, just some white sugar sprinkled lightly on the cake. But the tempting sweet smell is enough to make you unable to stop.

"Of course, Sister Maria!" Fisk reached out to take the cake, but Medlen closed the box and then showed a flattering smile on her face, both to Fisk and Sister Maria: "No need, Sister, I'm losing weight recently!"

As he spoke, he left two stacks of US dollars on the table and put the other US dollars on the table into his briefcase. Then he picked up the box, turned around, and continued to say with a smile: "Sister Maria, this is my donation to the orphanage." After that, he said goodbye and left.

Medellen naturally knew Sister Maria.

In fact, most of the drugs used by girls cannot be purchased through formal channels.

In addition to being a lawyer, Medellin also happens to be an underground broker.

However, today, Mrs. Maria is obviously the middleman rather than the buyer.

“Medlen is a reliable lawyer and a man of integrity.

At least, in all this time, he had never cut corners on the girls' medicines.

He once served the five major mafia families in New York and was an elite lawyer. Later, all those Irishmen were arrested and he spent a lot of money to get away.

However, this also completely ruined his law firm... I'm afraid you didn't come to me just to ask me to help you find a lawyer and eat my cake by the way!" Sister Maria straightened her clothes and sat down right under the window.

In front of her was a glass box.

Two completely sealed rubber gloves were inlaid on both sides of the glass box. In the box was the Bible. It seemed that she had put a lot of effort into preventing the Bible from continuing to oxidize.

Next to it, in addition to a pen and a notebook for copying the text, there was also a camera.

The notebook was filled with densely written words.

In addition to the things that should be in the original Bible, there are also some people's annotations and insights on the Bible. There are even some words that cannot be found in the Bible today due to translation problems, but they are fully displayed in this old Bible.

It seemed that she wanted to record these things.

Golden sunlight shines through the windows.

The glass in the windows is the same stained glass as in the church.

When the sun shines on it, the refraction of light really looks like a rainbow. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or if Fisk is just very lucky.

The golden sunlight not only fell on the Bible, but also on the graceful figure behind the Bible. It seemed as if a thin layer of golden light was coated on her body, making people feel as if a holy angel from heaven had come down to earth.

Sister Maria sat there quietly, with her head down, constantly copying words from the Bible.