American Comics: Something's Wrong with This Superhero World

Chapter 261 Mr. Bruce will understand.

After a few tries, Bruce felt completely drained. Although he still wanted to continue, his body had reached its limit. He sighed helplessly, knowing he couldn't push himself any further.

"Isabella, go wait in the living room for a moment. I'll have Afu bring you some rewards later," Bruce said weakly.

Isabella smiled and nodded. "Yes, Master, it is my honor."

After Isabella left the room, Bruce sat up, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and dialed Alfred's number.

"Alfred," Bruce's voice sounded slightly tired, but still firm, "come here for a moment and get rid of Isabella. I need to handle some public relations issues."

Afu on the other end of the phone was taken aback. Bruce used to kill his maids after using them, but he quickly realized what was going on. "Yes, sir, I'll be right there."

In his study late at night, Bruce was on an urgent phone call. There was a soft knock on the door, and Bruce gestured for Alfred to be quiet as he entered.

"Yes, I understand the seriousness of the situation," Bruce said to the media mogul on the other end of the phone.

"I assure you that neither my housekeeper nor I were involved in this disgusting incident; it's all slander from our competitors. I am very grateful for your support. We must control the impact of this incident as soon as possible. Thank you again, and I will arrange the next public relations strategy as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Bruce took a deep breath, turned to Alfred, and asked, "How's Isabella doing?"

Ah Fu replied in a low voice, "It's all cleaned up, young master."

Bruce nodded, his expression turning serious. "We must make sure everything is absolutely perfect. Do you know how much trouble that tattoo on your hand has caused us?"

Ah Fu lowered his head, a look of guilt on his face. "Young Master, I am deeply sorry. This was my negligence. I am willing to stand up and take full responsibility, and I will not let you be involved in the kidnapping case."

Bruce shook his head, a complex expression on his face.

"Alright, Afu. Blood is thicker than water. You are my biological father, and you were doing this for me. I won't let you take the blame. I will find a way to resolve this crisis, even if it comes at a higher price. But remember, you must be more careful in the future and cannot make any more mistakes."

Afu raised his head, his eyes shining with gratitude and remorse. "Young Master, thank you for your understanding and forgiveness. I will fully cooperate with your arrangements and do everything possible to make up for this mistake."

In the Osborne Group office, Harry Osborne sat behind his spacious desk, pondering how he could get Mary Jane and Xiao Xian to play cards next.

Harry used to be a heavy drinker and drug addict, living a life of debauchery. But after experiencing the buff of Elysium, his threshold increased, and his drinking problems disappeared.

After correcting his bad habits, Harry's abilities were surprisingly good. With the added advantage of his surname and his sincere repentance, Xiao Xian would even let him temporarily manage the Osborne Group.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Mary Jane walked in, holding a document in her hand.

Mary Jane was still stunningly beautiful, with fiery red curly hair that resembled burning flames. Tall and slender, she wore a well-tailored business suit that perfectly accentuated her elegant curves, making it impossible for Harry to look away.

"Harry, this is a document that Wayne Enterprises just sent over." Mary Jane handed the document to Harry Osborn.

Harry took the documents, carefully examined them, and then a pleased smile appeared on his face. "Interesting. There's evidence of the Osborn Corporation conducting human experiments, and also a share transfer agreement for Gotham's Advanced Labs."

He placed the documents on the table, leaned back in his chair, and said thoughtfully, "It's clear that Bruce means if we continue to be enemies, he will release Osborn's evidence. But if we let this matter go, he will agree to transfer a top-notch laboratory with cutting-edge technology at a low price."

Harry chuckled softly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "That annoying Bruce is actually willing to pay such a high price for an old butler? Does he really consider Alfred a father figure?"

Mary Jane sat down gracefully, her long, beautiful legs accentuated by her black high heels. Her legs, clad in black stockings, gleamed alluringly under the light. Harry's gaze was involuntarily drawn to them, his eyes fixed on those perfect legs, as if unable to look away.

"This shows that our strategy is working. Perhaps we should continue to apply pressure and see what more valuable things we can get out of it."

"Of course, we'll continue to hype this up no matter the cost. But, my goodness, Jane, your legs are absolutely stunning," Harry exclaimed sincerely, his eyes filled with adoration. "No wonder you're my wife."

Mary Jane chuckled softly upon hearing this, a sly glint in her eyes. "What a pity, some people can only look but not touch. This was specially bought for Xiao Xian."

"Of course, this is exclusively for Xiao Xian, I understand. By the way, my dear wife, I've thought of a few more good card-playing strategies. Xiao Xian will invite him over the other day, and you and he can practice them together." Harry swallowed hard.

Mary Jane smiled even more sweetly, lifting one leg and gently swaying her black stockings and high heels.

"Hmm, not bad, you're very sensible. No wonder you're my legal husband. Don't worry, as long as you behave, your good days are yet to come. But there's a limit to how much you can look at people, and we've reached the limit now."

"I see."

Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to look away from her alluring legs.

Backstage at the Justice League movie set, the public relations teams for Superman and Batman are making final preparations for the upcoming media interviews. Various documents and notes are scattered on the table, and PR staff move back and forth, adjusting details to ensure every word conveys the correct message.

Superman looked down at the note in his hand, his brow furrowed. He shook his head and placed the note back on the table. "No, I can't say that. What if Fu is found guilty later? Wouldn't that damage my public image?"

The PR representative patiently explained, "Mr. Superman, it's just a photo; there's no way it could lead to a conviction. And as you know, Mr. Bruce has immense influence in Gotham; Mr. Alfred has absolutely no chance of being convicted. By standing up for Alfred now alongside Mr. Wayne, you can not only help him but also establish your image as someone who cares deeply about his brothers."

"The reason why there was such a big public outcry before was purely because Stark Industries and Osborn Corporation were stirring things up. Now, thanks to Mr. Bruce's public relations efforts, Stark Industries has decided to stop, and it's only a matter of time before Osborn Corporation stops too. This storm will soon pass."

Superman listened to the PR person's words and felt somewhat wavering. His public image was very important to him, and supporting Bruce could strengthen their alliance.

However, Superman's assistant then approached and whispered a few words in his ear. Superman immediately shook his head after hearing them and said...

"I'm sorry, I can't take that risk. My public image is too important to me. I think Mr. Bruce will understand."

(End of this chapter)