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

At least, that's what he thinks.

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"This painting is so... so beautiful!"

This was the first sentence Mrs. Osborn said after she walked into Fisk's office. In fact, it wasn't just her. Almost everyone who walked in said the same thing.

Of course, Monica is an exception.

This man, who has now become the American spokesperson for the Italian Mafia and the Original Vampire, showed the same expression of disgust as Fisk when he saw the painting.

Although it was the first time that Monica saw this painting and she spoke highly of the exquisite technique and composition of the painting, she still complained in Fisk's arms that the painting gave her the feeling of seeing a silver cross.

Fisk gently stroked Monica's hair, trying to calm her down, "I know, honey.

This painting really makes people feel uncomfortable, even though it has some artistic merits.” His eyes have been lingering on the painting for a long time.

Monica raised her head slightly, with a barely perceptible fear in her deep eyes: “You know, for beings like us, silver is like a symbol of natural enemies.

And this painting, for some reason, exudes an aura that I instinctively resist." Her voice trembled a little, as if she recalled some painful memories in Europe?

Fisk frowned, and he looked at the painting, lost in thought. The painting hung on the wall of the office, and it was particularly dazzling under the light. The colors and lines on the picture seemed to be distorted, forming a weird visual effect.

"The reason I hung it here is that I wanted to see what is hidden behind it." He said softly.

Mrs. Osborne looked at them both curiously, not understanding why they were reacting so strangely to the painting.

"Why do you hate this painting so much? I think the color combination is very harmonious, and the artistic conception conveyed by the picture is very profound." Her voice was crisp, which seemed a little abrupt in the office.

Monica glanced at her with a hint of displeasure in her eyes: “You won’t understand, Mrs. Osborne.

Some things are not as simple as they seem on the surface." Her tone was a little stiff. After all, for a vampire, this feeling like a silver cross was an extremely bad experience.

"Really? That's probably because you've met more people and have a wider range of knowledge, so you've seen things that I haven't seen!" Mrs. Osborne's mouth slightly raised, with a hint of subtle sarcasm in her smile. Her eyes swept gently over Monica, as if she was examining a lower creature.

Monica narrowed her eyes, and a dangerous light flashed in her deep eyes. Of course, she heard the sarcasm in the words, just like a keen hunter who sensed the provocation of her prey. However, she was too lazy to argue with this woman. In her eyes, Mrs. Osborne was just an insignificant little character, not worth her energy to deal with.

So she lazily took off her high heels, and the exquisite high heels were thrown aside casually.

She lay greedily in Fisk's arms like a kitten. Her body pressed tightly against Fisk, and her slender white toes began to move restlessly, constantly sweeping across Fisk's thighs. There was a hint of sleepiness in her eyes, as if she was enjoying the comfort and intimacy of this moment.

In this silent way, she showed Mrs. Osborne the intimacy between herself and Fisk, like a female cat asserting her sovereignty.

Fisk looked at Mrs. Osborn helplessly, his hand gently placed on Monica's shoulder, as if he wanted to calm her down, or as if he was enjoying the unique intimacy that Monica brought him.

"Everyone has different feelings about art. Mrs. Osborne, what is the matter with you coming to see me today?"

Mrs. Osborne suddenly seemed to be awakened and remembered her purpose. She subconsciously raised her hand to tidy up her hair, gently running her fingers through the smooth hair, and tucked a few messy strands of hair behind her ears. Her action was elegant and natural, as if she had practiced it countless times. Every subtle movement exuded a feminine softness and confidence. Then, she crossed her legs, not to be outdone. This action was full of a subtle provocation. The black short skirt she was wearing slid up a little with her movement, revealing a small section of her white thighs, and the lines of her calves wrapped in black stockings were also fully revealed. The texture of the black stockings looked very delicate, and under the light of the office, it was faintly radiant with a soft luster, like black satin. There seemed to be some faint dark patterns on the stockings, which made the stockings low-key yet delicate and mysterious.

Then she raised her chin slightly, looked directly at Fisk, and said in a clear and firm voice: "Mr. Fisk, I want to talk to you about the cooperation project between our company and you."

"You're not... coming to borrow money from me, are you?" Fisk suddenly showed a strange smile. There were too many people who had borrowed money from him recently. They gathered around him like sharks smelling blood, each with his own seemingly reasonable excuses and a look of urgency.

Mrs. Osborne shook her head, a hint of disdain flashed across her face, and said, "I am not interested in stocks, and the Osborne Group is not interested in those illusory financial industries at all. We are more focused on the real economy, manufacturing products and providing services, rather than playing around in those digital games."

"That's right!" Fisk nodded. "Then what is the purpose of your visit? Do you want to invite me for coffee?"

Mrs. Osborne chuckled softly and was about to answer when Monica, upon hearing this, snuggled into Fisk's arms again. As a vampire, she didn't need to breathe, but she forced herself to be like a normal person. Her body was pressed tightly against Fisk, and her cold skin sent a hint of coolness through her clothes.

When she breathed, the cold air spread out from her nasal cavity and slowly hit Fisk's chest, making Fisk feel cool in his chest, but not uncomfortable at all. Instead, it was a different feeling, as if he had touched a piece of warm jade on a hot summer day.

Mrs. Osborne took a look at Monica's actions, and a hint of barely perceptible jealousy flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal and said, "Two things. The first thing is that you promised me that you would find a way to cure Harry's illness!"

"That's the truth." Fisk sat up straight, his expression becoming serious. Monica also sensed the change in the atmosphere and sat up from Fisk's arms, but she still held Fisk's arm, as if silently giving him support.

Fisk continued: "I have been paying attention to Harry's condition and have consulted many experts to study his condition. As you know, Harry's disease is very complicated and not an ordinary disease.

But I haven't forgotten my promise. Recently, my people contacted a scientist who has made great achievements in the field of gene therapy and has successful cases in the treatment of some rare diseases. I have arranged for her to conduct an in-depth analysis of Harry's condition, hoping to find a breakthrough in the cure at the genetic level. "

"How long will it take?" Mrs. Osborne interrupted Fisk, her tone slightly hysterical, but at least she was restrained for a moment. Her eyes revealed a kind of urgency and helplessness, which was a mother's deep worry about her child's condition. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, and her fingers turned slightly white because of the force.

Fisk understood her, Harry Osborn was her only child after all. He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "Mrs. Osborn, I know you are very anxious, and I also hope that Harry can recover as soon as possible. But you also know that the genetic disease that Harry suffers from cannot be cured in a short period of time."

Mrs. Osborne's lips trembled slightly. "But I can't watch Harry go on like this. He suffers from illness every day, and as a mother, I can't do anything." Her voice was a little choked, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.

Fisk sighed and continued, "We are currently trying our best. Dr. Zhao Helen has also observed Harry's condition. She is an expert in this area and she also wants to help Harry. But this genetic disease is very complicated and requires a lot of research and testing."

"Maybe we can turn it into a vampire." Monica suddenly smiled and said, "I don't mind having another offspring."

"Impossible." Mrs. Osborne answered firmly, but soon she let out a long sigh. "No one in the Osborne family has ever lived past fifty, and I don't want my son to suffer such a curse. But I will never accept this kind of transformation that goes against nature. Even if my son's life is short, I hope he can live out his life as a human being."

Fister nodded. "Don't worry. I will do what I promised you. I understand your concerns. The genetic disease of the Osborn family is indeed a difficult problem, but we will not give up other treatments easily. Although there are many difficulties at present, science is always making progress, and there will always be new hope."

Monica shrugged. "I'm just making a suggestion. After all, becoming a vampire isn't all bad. But since you're so adamantly against it, forget it. But I'm curious, where did the Osborn family's curse of not living past fifty come from?"

"It may be related to some biochemical research conducted by the Osborn family during World War I... At that time, some people wanted to obtain powerful warriors, so they commissioned the Osborn Group to conduct human research in order to create powerful super soldiers."

Mrs. Osborne did not hide anything. As the current controller of the Osborne Group, she is certainly qualified to know the secrets of the Osborne Group.

Fisk frowned. "Biochemical research? The biochemical technology at that time should have been very rudimentary. How could it have caused such serious consequences?"

Mrs. Osborne sighed and began to tell her conjecture. "According to some records of the Osborne Group, researchers at the time tried to stimulate the potential of the human body through a special serum.

This serum is a mixture of ingredients extracted from various rare animals and plants as well as some unknown deep-sea creatures. They believe that these mysterious substances from the depths of nature contain the power to change human physique. "

She paused, as if replaying that dark history in her mind. "In the early stages of the experiment, there did seem to be some surprising effects. The subjects who received the serum injections showed significant improvements in strength, speed, and endurance.

However, as time went on, problems began to emerge. The subjects’ bodies began to show abnormal changes, and it seemed that irreversible disorders had occurred at the genetic level.”

Monica asked curiously, "Gene disorder? What are the specific manifestations?"

Mrs. Osborne continued: "Their body functions begin to decline prematurely. It's as if the clock of life has been artificially accelerated, and their organs age much faster than normal. Moreover, this genetic change is hereditary.

Every generation of the Osborn family carries this defective gene from birth, which is like a time bomb planted in their body. Once they reach a certain age, their bodies will quickly collapse. "

Fisk pondered and said, "Could this genetic disease be caused by a conflict between certain components in the serum and human genes? Or was it because the experimental technology at the time was imperfect, resulting in errors in gene editing?"

Mrs. Osborne nodded in agreement. "It's very possible. The scientists at the time may not have fully understood the impact of these foreign substances on human genes, and the stability of the genes was destroyed during the forced fusion process.

Moreover, in the war years, in pursuit of results, the experimental process may have lacked sufficient safety testing and ethical review.”

Monica put forward her own opinion: "Is it possible to find the formula of the serum at that time and re-study those ingredients, maybe we can find clues to cure this genetic disease?"

Mrs. Osborne smiled bitterly and shook her head, “After so many years, a lot of information has been lost or destroyed.

Although the family still retained some fragmentary information about the research at that time, it was far from enough to restore the formula of the serum.

Moreover, even if the formula could be found, it would be difficult to conduct such a dangerous experiment again according to current ethical standards.

After all, the experimental conditions at that time were also a factor that could never be replicated.”

Fisk pondered for a moment and said, “If we can find the formula for the serum, then maybe Dr. Helen will be able to do better research and treatment.

She has a deep knowledge of biotechnology, and perhaps she can find some key information from those ingredients that modern technology has not yet touched. Although we can't do the experiment exactly as it was done back then, this may provide a completely new idea for Harry's treatment."

Mrs. Osborne hesitated for a moment. She was well aware of the complexity and potential risks of this matter. But seeing Fisk's determined eyes and thinking of her son's condition, she finally gritted her teeth and said, "I agree to provide Dr. Zhao Helen with the information on the fragments of serum research in my family. But please ask her to treat this information with caution. After all, it involves many ethical and safety issues."

Fisk nodded. "Dr. Helen is a very professional and rigorous scientist. She will conduct research in accordance with all ethical and safety regulations."

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

Fisk's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Justine. He frowned and answered the phone. He heard Justine say in a panic, "Mr. Fisk, I need your help... My mother is missing."

Fisk's face was stunned: "Justine, don't panic. Tell me, when was the last time you saw your mother? Was there anything unusual?"

Justine's voice was a little tearful. "She hasn't come back for two or three days... I thought she was just out doing some errands or visiting relatives and friends, but after such a long time without any news, I'm really worried."

Fisk frowned. "It's been so long? Didn't Justin know?"

Justine's voice was full of helplessness. "I can't contact my father at all. There was something wrong with his condition before. Now he is completely focused on the stock market and doesn't answer my calls at all. I don't know what he is busy with. How can he ignore the family affairs at this time..."

After comforting her, Fisk asked her to call the police and asked his subordinates to search for Mrs. Justin in the whole New York. However, he didn't care much about it. After all, Mrs. Justin was such a big person, and she was always surrounded by people when she went out. How could she be missing?

In his opinion, this might just be a small misunderstanding, and Mrs. Justin would appear safe and sound in the near future.

However, he soon received another call from Melanie, her voice full of anxiety: "Mr. Fisk, Sister Maria is missing too. She has inexplicably left the orphanage in Hell's Kitchen for two days. This has never happened before." Fisk's heart tightened slightly. Sister Maria would never leave her orphanage for a long time. Even if she went out for a meeting, she would make special arrangements for all the matters in the orphanage and would always instruct Fisk.

This is not an ordinary thing. His brows frowned unconsciously, and a vague uneasiness began to spread in his heart.

Fisk was just about to call Lester, but Lester called first.

Lester's voice sounded a little panicked: "Boss, have you seen Ena Maynard recently? There is no one where she lives, and now all the funds of the entire group are controlled by her. I have been looking for her for a whole day, but I can't find her. It's as if she disappeared from the face of the earth... This oil painting is so beautiful!"

Fisk's face became solemn. These consecutive disappearances were definitely not accidental. He felt as if he was involved in a huge mystery, and this mystery was like a thick fog, getting thicker and thicker, surrounding him tightly and making him breathless.

"Lester, calm down for a moment." Fisk tried to keep his voice calm. "Tell me more carefully, did Ena Maynard behave in any unusual way before she disappeared?"

Lester took a deep breath on the other end of the phone and tried to calm himself down. "Boss, I don't think she had any abnormal behavior before. She handled the group's financial affairs normally every day, but she suddenly disappeared yesterday. I asked people around her, and no one knew where she went. Now the group's financial operations have begun to have some minor problems because of her disappearance. We must find her as soon as possible."

Fisk tightened his grip on the phone. He knew the seriousness of the matter. These missing people seemed unrelated, but they all happened in such a short period of time. There must be a huge conspiracy behind them. Various possibilities flashed through his mind quickly, but he had no clue yet.

"Lester, continue looking for Ena Maynard's whereabouts and expand the search range." Fisk said and hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Monica looked at Fisk with some confusion, her eyes flashing with curiosity and concern. "Are they missing? What happened?" She leaned forward, trying to get more information from Fisk's expression.

"I don't know either." Fisk shook his head. "Send someone to look for it. I remember that you vampires have a very sensitive thirst for blood. Zhao Hailun has a blood bank. I'll go get some blood from them."

Monica nodded. She understood Fisk's current thoughts. In this clueless situation, he could only try some unusual methods.

But suddenly, as if she remembered something important, her eyes widened slightly and she said, "Oh, by the way, I came to see you today to see Mrs. Stacy. I haven't seen her in the hospital these two days, and the hospital is in a mess now. You know, there are many things in the hospital that require her signature, and those things are not trivial."

Monica's face showed a trace of helplessness and anxiety. She continued, "Many dignitaries come to our hospital for treatment. Many of them come here for Mrs. Stacy's reputation. Her prestige in the medical field is like a shining star, attracting countless people."

Monica sighed, "Although I am the vice president of the hospital, these things still have to be handled by her. Now that she is gone, the work in the hospital has been greatly affected.

I originally thought that she had just left for something urgent, but when she didn't show up for such a long time, I started to worry.

Do you know where she might have gone?"

Mrs. Stacy is missing too?

Fisk was stunned. He felt as if his brain was being clenched by an invisible hand. A strong sense of uneasiness spread in his heart. The disappearance case, which was already complicated and confusing, now involved Mrs. Stacy, which made the whole thing even more confusing.

Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly found that Mrs. Osborne walked to the oil painting not far away. Mrs. Osborne looked very abnormal at this time. There was a hazy light in her eyes, as if she was deeply attracted by the oil painting and fell into a state of obsession. She had a strange expression on her face, as if she was having a silent conversation with the world in the painting. She kept mumbling something, the sound was weak and vague, and people couldn't hear the specific content. She leaned forward, as if she was going to jump into the painting in the next second.

Fisk suddenly realized that their disappearance was probably related to the painting. The painting was like a vortex hidden in the darkness, drawing these people in one after another.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a feeling of nervousness and excitement intertwined in his heart. He knew he had to take action immediately, so he quickly called Lester, Melanie, and Justine.

Sure enough, they all found the corresponding oil paintings in the room.

Fisk hung up the phone with a cruel smile on his face.

“Okay, okay…So that’s how it is!”

Chapter 235: The perverted female painter.