Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

The two girls had a great time that day, going shopping, visiting amusement parks and Disneyland, eating delicious food, and so on.

Carrie's face was full of smiles all day long; she felt the beauty of this world.

So, after getting Matthew's approval, Carrie invited Gwen over to her house the following Sunday.

Gwen was happy to oblige.

To Gwen's surprise, Carrie arrived at her house in a luxury car, complete with a driver.

Gwen doesn't care much about car brands and doesn't know much about them.

However, judging from the car's exterior and interior, it is clear that this is a luxury car with considerable value.

Today, Gwen wore a light gray fitted knit cropped tank top, layered with a beige thin, loose linen shirt, and high-waisted light blue wide-leg jeans.

Carrie wore a cream-colored square-neck short-sleeved knit top and off-white high-waisted wide-leg casual trousers.

She picked them out yesterday while shopping with Carrie; the two 16-year-old girls were youthful and beautiful.

“Wow, your brother must be a tycoon.” Gwen touched the interior of the car, then turned to Carrie with a grin and said confidently.

A black limousine smoothly rolled along the asphalt road of the Gold Coast on the north shore of Long Island.

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I'll add an extra chapter today, mainly to organize the outline. I expect to speed things up and move on to the second stage.

Chapter 183 Hello, Miss Gwen, I'm Matthew (Seeking monthly votes)

The afternoon summer sun was cut into fine dappled patterns by the rows of old oak trees on both sides, falling on the two 16-year-old girls through the dark car windows.

The car window rolled down, and the salty sea breeze and the crisp scent of grass and trees eagerly rushed into the car.

The driver's name was Hord, and he was 33 years old.

He previously served in the Marine Corps.

Wearing a crisp, dark uniform, his hands, gloved with white gloves, firmly gripped the steering wheel.

Gwen and Carrie were playing and frolicking in the large, soft leather seats.

“Look over there, Gwen.”

Carrie leaned slightly forward and pointed out the window to her left.

Her fingertips almost touched the smooth walnut wood interior trim.

Beyond the meticulously manicured lawn and low shrub hedges, there is an endless expanse of azure blue.

The Atlantic Ocean takes on a deep, cold, steely blue hue under the sunlight.

White waves shattered into fine pearly foam on the distant reefs, and several sailboats remained still as small silhouettes on the shimmering sea.

The sunlight spreads a dazzling golden band across the sea, as if there were a road leading to a golden shore, which is how the Gold Coast got its name.

"So beautiful."

Gwen had always lived in the city center of a big city, and she rarely had the opportunity to experience these beautiful landscapes.

Of course, the school has also organized summer camps and taken us to many places.

But beautiful scenery can be captivating, no matter where it is.

On the right side of the road, however, lies a completely different scene.

Towering ancient oak trees and vibrant sugar maple trees form a continuous barrier.

The massive canopy of trees intertwines to form a deep arcade, and sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled, dancing shadows on the ground.

As Gwen continued to express her admiration, she even took out her phone to capture these beautiful moments.

soon.

The car drove through a series of giant wrought iron gates, each with a different style, hidden deep in the woods.

Some are decorated with intricate Rococo patterns, while others feature simple and modern geometric lines.

Behind each tightly closed gate extends a driveway paved with gravel or asphalt.

Leading to those vast mansions hidden behind dense foliage and meticulously designed tall hedges, revealing only glimpses of rooftops or tower spires.

"We're almost there, ladies." Hord's voice came steadily from the front seat, with a hint of barely perceptible respect.

The car left the main road and turned onto a wider private driveway lined with ancient linden trees.

At the entrance to the driveway, two massive, weathered granite gateposts stand majestically.

Two lifelike bronze raven sculptures stand atop the gateposts.

The heavy black iron gate was now silently opening inward, like the gaping mouth of a giant beast.

The car drove over the threshold, and the tires rolled over the speed bump.

The world inside the door suddenly opened up.

The dense forest on both sides of the road has been replaced by a vast and breathtaking lawn.

The lawn, like a thick green velvet carpet, shimmered softly in the golden glow of the setting sun, blending seamlessly with the dark woods in the distance.

Several graceful, solitary trees dot the lawn.

A huge weeping willow with branches like a waterfall, and several cedar trees with vigorous postures.

The driveway itself has been transformed into a more refined white gravel road, producing a subtle and pleasant rustling sound as the wheels roll over it.

Ahead, the main buildings of the manor gradually revealed their magnificent outlines amidst layers of trees.

It was a luxurious mansion.

The off-white stone exterior walls look warm and substantial in the slanting sunlight, with several classic columns supporting the wide porch and clean, crisp roof lines.

Gwen instinctively gripped the leather armrest beside her, her eyes fixed on the approaching behemoth, a mixture of awe and a barely perceptible tension in her gaze.

Carrie, on the other hand, appeared more composed. She did not mock Gwen, because she had been just like Gwen when she first arrived a few days earlier.

The sea breeze ruffled their hair, and inside the car, only the low hum of the engine and the rustling of falling leaves outside the window remained.

The car slowly drove toward the main entrance of the magnificent building. Under the porch, the huge, exquisitely carved double doors of walnut wood were tightly closed.

The wheels eventually came to a smooth stop in front of the porch.

They arrived.

A butler in a tuxedo was already waiting at the door; she was a very beautiful lady.

She was around thirty years old, capable and elegant.

Besides her, there were several maids, and security guards could be seen patrolling in the distance.

The maid stepped forward and respectfully opened the car door.

After Gwen and Carrie got out of the car.

The housekeeper gave a slight bow and said elegantly and calmly, "Welcome back, Miss."

"Welcome to Brown Estate, Ms. Gwen. The gentleman is waiting for you."

After she finished speaking, she stood up straight, stepped aside, and extended her hand in a very standard invitation gesture toward the house.

Gwen was somewhat taken aback by this situation.

Gwen's family background is not bad; they are definitely at the very top of the middle class, but compared to this, they are far inferior.

For a moment, Gwen didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, there was Carrie.

After spending the last few days together, Carrie had already come to regard this place as her own home. She took Gwen's hand and gave her a silly smile: "This is Sister Omily, my brother's housekeeper."

"Come on, I'll take you to see my brother."

After saying that, he pulled Gwen and ran into the mansion.

In fact, such a gesture would be considered extremely impolite by the upper class.

But neither Carrie nor Omily paid any attention.

Doing all this unnecessary stuff at home? You're out of your mind.

This is a complaint Matthew once made about his family.

Once Carrie realized that Matthew truly didn't care about these things, she also let her true nature shine through and stopped caring about them as well.

Gwen met Matthew for the first time.

Gwen's curiosity about Matthew stemmed from something Carrie had said to her.

She could clearly sense that her best friend had an extraordinary infatuation with Matthew.

It almost reached the point of obsession.

Gwen understood perfectly. After all, she was in such a repressive family and in despair, and it was Matthew who saved her and brought her out of hell.

If it were me, I might have done the same as Carrie.

She originally thought Matthew was a dignified and domineering CEO, or a gentle and refined person.

But I never imagined Matthew would be so ordinary.

Of course, this "ordinary" is in contrast to Carrie's description; it's an impression she's created after witnessing the luxurious estate along the way.

Matthew is no ordinary man.

He has exquisite features, is handsome, and tall. He is a top-tier handsome guy. If he were placed in Midtown High School, he would definitely attract the infatuation of many girls.

What makes him seem ordinary is that Matthew was wearing a plain T-shirt and shorts, sunglasses, and a sunny smile.

There was no sense of distance between us.

"Hello, Miss Gwen, I'm Matthew."

Chapter 184 Miss Gwen's Adoration (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

First impressions are very mysterious.

It depends on appearance, temperament, and speech.

It was cruel.

However, most handsome and beautiful people tend to make a better first impression.

There's no doubt that Matthew is a master at making people fall in love at first sight.

Although he is young, after a series of physical evolutions and growth, his appearance and physique are developing in a perfect direction.

Meanwhile, Matthew might usually be joking around with Rachel and others when he has nothing to do.

In fact, having built a massive organization with countless powerful warriors following him, and possessing the magnanimity to decide life and death with a single word, he subtly developed a strong sense of self-confidence.

Ordinary people who meet Matthew directly will have the most direct feeling about this kind of temperament.

Thankfully, Matthew's approachable, boy-next-door style softened the intensity of this vibe.

After a moment of surprise, Gwen generously reached out and shook Matthew's hand, beaming with a smile.

"Hello, Matthew, I'm Gwen Stacy, Carrie's best friend."

Her forthright and generous nature is also a sign of confidence, and Matthew admires the girl in front of him.

No wonder she's Spider-Woman, who has become Ghost Spider-Man in many universes.

Even in the main universe, she still possesses a quality that many ordinary people lack.

"OK, we're all good friends, so there's no need to be so polite."

Matthew glanced at Carrie and gestured.