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"...Mr. Stark, Stark Industries stock has seen a slight increase."

"What's going on, Jarvis?"

"According to information from the financial trading center, it's because Dr. Miller used all the money you gave him for consultations to buy Stark Industries stock."

The large influx of funds has caused many who were selling Stark Industries stock to hold back, and his decision is likely due to his discovery of your research last night and his complete trust in your ability to successfully develop it.

"Damn it, I hate this guy. He ruined my plans."

"Will the buyback of Stark Industries stock continue, Mr. Stark?"

"No need. Continuing would be too obvious. How many Stark Industries shares do I own now?"

"By now, you own 35.31% of Stark Industries."

"Why so few? Besides that miser, is anyone else buying Stark Industries shares?"

"An investigation is underway...approximately seven organizations are acquiring shares in Stark Industries...they are..."

Upon hearing several familiar names inside, Tony Stark's expression darkened.

"Are some of these properties owned by Uncle Obadiah?"

"...According to the information, all seven organizations have close ties with Mr. Obadiah."

Tony Stark, who was watching the medical room monitor, suddenly felt his world plunge into darkness.

The surveillance footage gradually blurred, turning into Obadiah's kind face. As time passed, the face gradually became distorted and ferocious.

"...Jarvis?" Stark's voice was a little hoarse.

"I'm here, sir," Jarvis responded quickly.

"Why do you think Uncle Obadiah would secretly acquire shares in Stark Industries?" Stark's voice was slightly hoarse.

"...Based on my analysis, there is a 2.55% chance that this could prevent Stark Industries' stock price from continuing to decline."

"What about the remaining 97.65% possibility?"

"...to become the largest shareholder of Stark Industries and take control of Stark Industries."

"...Jarvis, contact Pepper for me and have her start investigating Uncle Obadiah, and also, if appropriate, seek help from that agent."

"Received, sir."

"Should I send that miser a thank-you note to him? If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have noticed this anomaly," Tony Stark said with a wry smile.

"Sir, would you like me to start editing the content now?" Jarvis replied.

"No need, Jarvis..."

"I'm here, sir."

"You won't betray me, will you?"

"Never! Sir."

Meanwhile, Miller, who was working at the hospital, was completely unaware that his actions had made Tony Stark begin to notice something was wrong with Obadiah, whom he regarded as a father figure.

There are many reasons why Miller, despite having amassed such a vast fortune, still works a regular job.

Firstly, he didn't know what else he could do besides going to work.

Secondly, Miller's month-long experience with the mob taught him that if a person only has money, he is seen as a huge piece of meat by some people, and the hospital where he currently works allows him to avoid many things.

Third, his complaint about the nurse was finally addressed by the HR department, who told him that they had hired a new, beautiful nursing assistant for him.

Miller smiled happily when he saw the beautiful new assistant the HR department had hired for him.

"Dr. Miller, this is Miss Natasha Romanov, who will be your personal assistant from now on. Miss Natasha Romanov graduated from... University and has... credentials. Most importantly, she's very charming, isn't she?" Ms. Chris, an employee in the human resources department, was introducing Miller to his new assistant.

Miller smiled and extended his hand: "It's a pleasure to meet you, charming Miss Romanov. Welcome."

Miss Romanov extended her hand in response, saying, "Looking forward to working with you from now on."

Seeing that the two had started talking, Ms. Chris turned and left, closing the door with a slightly forceful slam, which Miller even heard as she stomped her foot.

Miss Romanov said with a smile, "It seems that Dr. Miller is not only a highly skilled doctor, but also very charming!"

Miller now understood why he was surrounded by middle-aged women. But Ms. Chris, how was I supposed to know you liked me if you didn't tell me?

Miller laughed awkwardly, "I don't know about that."

"Because of Dr. Miller, I offended a colleague as soon as I arrived. Shouldn't Dr. Miller treat me to a meal to make amends?" Miss Romanov blinked her large, watery eyes at Miller.

"Ah, okay." Miller naturally agreed, after all, this was the Black Widow, Scarlett Janssen!

Miller isn't Deadpool or Green Lantern; he can't possibly turn down Scarlett Johansson.

"So, what is my job, Dr. Miller?" Miss Romanov asked curiously.

"..." Right, what should my assistant do? Miller only cared about having a good-looking assistant and didn't think about how to assign her any work.

That said, Black Widow's work ability as a special agent is definitely not a concern, but I don't seem to have any work to do. I wanted a decorative vase but ended up with an S card. What's going on here?

"What kind of work are you better at?" Miller asked curiously.

"I'm good at intelligence gathering, assassination, and poisoning. This guy probably never even wanted a work assistant. What kind of question is this?" Black Widow thought.

Although that's what she thought, her excellent espionage skills allowed Black Widow to answer Miller's question with a smile. "I'm more skilled in first aid..."

As Miller listened to Natasha Romanov list her skills, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. After all, the assistant he was looking for was someone to answer the phone, get drinks, clean, and be pleasing to the eye. The Black Widow listed so many skills, and he had just told her he only needed a coffee-making assistant. Was that really inappropriate?

Seeing Miller's embarrassed expression, Natasha's smile was about to crumble.

Natasha thought to herself, "Really? This guy really doesn't intend to find a proper assistant. According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files, this guy spends his days at work either performing surgeries or binge-watching TV shows, and after work he goes home to continue binge-watching, almost never contacting anyone. Is this guy just looking for a pretty face as an assistant? That doesn't make sense."

The nurse's knock on the door broke the awkward atmosphere in Miller's office.

"Dr. Miller, please get to the operating room as soon as possible."

At that moment, Miller suddenly felt that the burly nurse had become quite adorable.

"Miss Romanov, please come with me to the operating room so I can assess your skill level and better plan your work," Miller said.

Natasha, who also breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "Okay."