Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

Today, Gray, unusually, didn't cause any trouble. Instead, he held Mindy's hand and strolled along Fifth Avenue, which runs north-south through Manhattan.

Saying they were just strolling around isn't quite accurate. Their plan for the day was to eat, drink, have fun, and buy everything they liked, embodying the spirit of being rich and carefree.

With the generous sponsorship of the Osborn Group, Grey had little intention of robbing anyone. Upon learning that Mindy was about to start school, he volunteered to play Santa Claus to fulfill his little sister's wish.

However, after the two had only been shopping for less than five minutes, Gray wanted to fulfill his own wish first.

He suddenly stopped, turned to look at a tall, slender blonde woman in an elegant little suit on the street, and shamelessly asked in a loud voice:

"Hey beautiful, are you selling?"

Upon hearing this, Mindy's face immediately fell, revealing a particularly speechless expression.

As everyone knows, Gray has never liked to speak like a human being. But on this bustling street, what's the difference between asking a white-collar worker with outstanding temperament and good figure if she's selling herself and riding on her face?

That was too insulting. Mindy was afraid the beautiful woman would lose her temper on the spot, so she quickly stepped forward and gently tugged at Gray's sleeve, signaling him not to be so beastly.

Then, with a sweet smile, she shyly explained, "My brother has a severe communication disorder. He means he wants to do business with you, the kind where it's $100 per centimeter. How does that price sound?"

Early this morning, Gray transferred a million dollars to her as pocket money, hoping that she would make good friends after she went to school. Mindy is a good girl who knows how to reciprocate kindness. She knows that if money can solve the problem, then it is not a problem at all.

"Only a hundred? Mindy, isn't that a bit too little?"

Gray looked at Mindy in shock. Even if his size was unusual, the total price wouldn't exceed $2000. Was it appropriate to insult a beautiful woman who was over 80 points?

"Shut up! 2000 is already suspected of inflating the market price. If you weren't in such a hurry, I would have given you 200 at most!" Mindy's little face hardened, angry at her son's lack of self-respect.

Upon hearing this, Gray shook her head and sighed, "No wonder she's a big girl about to start elementary school; she already knows how to be frugal."

"Of course! If I didn't know how to manage a household, my father would have been begging for food long ago!" Mindy said proudly, raising her chin.

The two of them went back and forth, instantly escalating the insults to the extreme, leaving the beautiful woman standing to the side twitching at the corners of her mouth.

But she wasn't angry. Maintaining a subtle smile, she swayed her alluring figure and gracefully walked towards Gray.

"There's no need to be so hostile. I just want to have a brief chat with you."

At first, Natasha didn't want to deal with Grey, but Chief Fury and Coulson kept pestering her. One pleaded with her, and the other encouraged her, putting her on a pedestal like a double act.

Left with no other choice, and relying on her professional skills as a secret agent, she could only study Homelander's information overnight and carefully disguise herself as a conservative and intellectual white-collar woman.

This outfit highlights a woman's charm without arousing too much interest in men, making it just right for meeting the motherland.

"Me? Hostility?"

Gray scratched his head, puzzled, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Natasha more than thirty times.

It's obvious that Natasha misunderstood him. Those who knew him knew that he was always tolerant and generous towards his harem.

The longer a misunderstanding lingers, the harder it is to clear up.

Left with no other choice, Gray had to activate his rarely used [Super X-ray Vision] to have a brief, intimate encounter with Natasha.

Natasha openly admitted her lustful nature, and Natasha also openly revealed her own sexuality; neither owed the other anything.

"I guessed right, the fabric is indeed black, but... why are there only two small ropes at the bottom?"

Although he couldn't understand it, Gray was greatly shocked. He felt a surge of heat rush through his body, which was very strange and seemed to have an indescribable power that instantly destroyed his reason.

He couldn't help but wonder, under what circumstances would a seemingly dignified woman dress so provocatively...

Well, there's no need to think about it; the answer is already self-evident.

Natasha has a crush on me!

She's dressed so provocatively, is she trying to seduce me?

"What?! Is this the kind of dilemma outstanding men face? It's so painful! On one side is my bratty little sister, and on the other is a woman who secretly loves me. How am I supposed to choose?"

Gray sighed deeply, his face full of bitterness.

There's no way around it; charm is something hard to control. It's not that beautiful women are blindly drawn to it like moths to a flame; it's just that it's as fiery as a raging fire.

What the hell?

Because Gray's gaze was so strange, Natasha couldn't help but look down and check her clothes: black trousers, brown high heels, conservative and dignified, everything seemed normal.

"Mindy, this lady is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. She must have something extremely important to help her with if she comes to me. Let's end our stroll here for today; I might have to go save the world."

Grey looked at Mindy with a serious expression, perfectly illustrating the status of cuteness over sexiness.

"But we've only been looking around for 5 minutes."

Mindy pouted and said unhappily, "Mingming promised to be my Santa Claus today! Adults who don't keep their promises, watch out!"

"...That's a bit malicious."

Gray hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly said, "Next month is your birthday. How about I let you ride the rocking horse twice, interest on top of the principal?"

Mindy thought about it seriously and felt it wasn't a bad deal, so she reluctantly nodded: "Okay, then give me back my socks first."

"What socks?"

"Pink, lace trim, long cotton tubes—I took them off and gave them to you last night when I got home. You said you wanted to use them to hold Christmas presents, but now you don't need them anymore. What am I supposed to do with them if I don't give them back?"

"Mindy!"

Upon hearing this, Gray flew into a rage: "How can a child lie like that! If your socks are missing, first ask yourself if you even looked carefully! If you can't find them, go buy a few more! Do you suspect I hid them?"

"If you didn't take it, you didn't take it."

Mindy frowned slightly, her eyes filled with suspicion: "What's your hurry?"

"Am I in a hurry?"

"You're sweating."

"..."

Gray chose to remain silent about the stolen socks.

The innocent are innocent, and he has a clear conscience, so he doesn't need to explain himself to anyone.

Having dealt with the annoying little devil Mindy, Gray cordially invited Natasha to lunch.

The latter, unsuspecting, smiled and nodded happily: "Okay, I'm hungry too."

However, five minutes later, Natasha felt like slapping herself twice.

Gray's chosen restaurant is very upscale, located on the top floor of the Empire State Building, with an elegant and romantic ambiance, but the problem is—

This is a restaurant with a romance theme!

In the exquisite and compact abode, there was only a compact double chair, and the air was filled with a strong sense of ambiguity, making Natasha feel very uncomfortable.

"Does having dinner with me make you feel awkward, honey?"

Gray shifted his position slightly, trying to keep his shoulders close to SpongeBob's, afraid of neglecting Natasha.

At the same time, a hand silently reached under the table and intertwined with hers without warning, then she turned to the side, revealing a bright and sunny smile.

"Baby...darling?"

Natasha's face was a little stiff. She wasn't angry about this level of harassment. What really puzzled her was Gray's attitude, which naturally put her in the role of his girlfriend.

It's... pretty inexplicable.

The last person to feel confused was Jessica.

She's not even as strong as Jessica. To break free from Grey's clutches, she'd need to be at least on Captain Marvel's level.

After much deliberation, Natasha realized that throwing a tantrum would be pointless, so she forced a smile and said casually, "How could that be? I'm quite happy."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sudden tightening on the inside of her thigh. She subconsciously looked down and saw that Gray's other hand was rubbing her hard through his suit pants.

Even though Natasha had received professional training, she was starting to lose her composure.

She looked at Gray incredulously, as if asking: Are you even human?

Gray blinked innocently, using both hands in a silent response: "Then how about this, would you be even happier?"