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

Her breasts were high and full, and the neckline of her nun's uniform seemed like it would be stretched open at any moment, and her charm was so attractive that it was hard to look away.

Her legs were long and straight, like two carefully carved jade pillars, looming in the gap between the hems of the nun's skirt, like a shy girl, half-covered, half-exposed, and full of reverie. The skin of her legs was as white as snow, smooth and delicate, as if woven from the finest silk, or like petals kissed by morning dew, tender and tempting.

Every step she takes is like a light dance step, or like a willow branch swaying gently in the breeze, revealing an unspeakable temptation. The hem of her skirt seems like a naughty elf, arousing people's curiosity from time to time, making people unable to help but want to peek into the mysterious beauty hidden under the hem of her skirt.

Mai Shiranui glanced at Fisk out of the corner of her eye. She thought she was hiding well, but she didn't know that in Fisk's eyes, her dazzling red soul light was so eye-catching.

Fisk's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile, as if he had already seen through Mai Shiranui's thoughts. But Mai Shiranui was still secretly observing Fisk, her eyes were full of curiosity and a bit of vigilance.

At this time, Mai Shiranui moved gently, and her light figure was like a swan gliding on the water.

She turned slightly sideways and hid behind the other nuns. The hem of her nun's dress swayed gently like a blooming flower, inadvertently revealing more charming curves.

In Fisk's eyes, this woman was like a burning flame, full of danger, yet making people want to get closer.

“Mina, these people look unfamiliar!

Are they all new here?"

Mina nodded, her voice soft and full of temptation, as pleasant as the sound of a gurgling stream: "Yes, the church has recently adopted a group of orphans, and the number of nuns is not enough, so Sister Maria has issued an open recruitment to the whole of New York, first in the form of volunteers, so that they can be paid. Otherwise, they will not be able to get paid after becoming nuns." As Mina spoke, she pointed at the nuns, her posture elegant and charming: "This is Misna, a second-generation immigrant from Italy, this is Fujii Rina, a Japanese student who came here to earn tuition, and this one, Pristi, is a graduate student in social activities..."

After introducing, Mina's expression changed from gentle to very serious, and she said to the many nuns without letting anyone refuse: "This is Mr. Fisk, the master of Hell's Kitchen. You must take the initiative to say hello to him when you see him next time..."

Then she took Fisk to the cafeteria in the back.

Since there was no prior notice, Sister Maria didn't know Fisk would come, but she was lucky today.

It just happened to be the pasta that Fisk liked quite a bit.

Walking into the cafeteria, Fisk smelled the familiar and tempting aroma, and a look of satisfaction immediately appeared on his face.

Sister Maria smiled and led him to a dining table, motioning him to sit down and wait.

Soon, a steaming bowl of pasta was placed in front of Fisk. The noodles were evenly thick and were wrapped in a rich meat sauce, exuding a mouth-watering aroma. The cheese was evenly sprinkled on top, melting slightly with the heat, adding a mellow flavor.

Fisk picked up the fork, gently rolled up the noodles, put them in his mouth and chewed them carefully. The rich texture and strong taste made him close his eyes and enjoy this wonderful moment.

Sister Maria sat aside, looking at Fisk's satisfied expression, a smile appeared on her lips.

The other nuns also sat aside, and Rina Fujii, disguised as Mai Shiranui, also sat at the table next to them.

The other nuns looked at Fisk with curiosity and talked among themselves in low voices.

Mai Shiranui seemed calm, but in fact, she was already in turmoil. Her eyes seemed to fall on Fisk casually, but in fact, she was observing his every move with extreme caution. She could feel the great power emanating from Fisk, an invisible pressure, like an undercurrent in the deep sea, seemingly calm, but containing endless dangers.

"This man is Fisk?" Mai Shiranui exclaimed in her heart, "Just sitting there, it's like an invisible mountain pressing on my heart, making it hard for me to breathe. The deterrent power he emanates is like an invisible net, covering everything around him, leaving people nowhere to escape." Fear spread wildly in her heart like weeds, and her heart beat rapidly as if it was about to burst out of her chest.

"No, I can't be scared by his aura." Mai Shiranui tried to calm her inner panic, "I must stay calm and not let him notice that I'm different.

But this power is so terrifying, as if it can see through the deepest secrets in my heart. If he finds out my true purpose, the consequences will be disastrous." She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to stay calm and not let the fear and anxiety show on her face.

She clenched the cutlery in her hands tightly, her knuckles turned slightly white from the force, and her palms were covered in sweat.

The other nuns noticed something strange about Mai Shiranui and immediately became concerned.

"Fujii Rina, what's wrong with you? You look so bad." Misna asked softly.

Mai Shiranui forced a smile with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but the smile seemed extremely forced, and her eyes revealed panic and uneasiness, like a frightened deer.

The muscles on her cheeks trembled slightly, and her pale face looked even more haggard against the backdrop of the nun's uniform. Fine beads of sweat kept oozing out from her forehead and sliding down her cheeks like beads that had broken off a string.

Pristi frowned, looking concerned: "Have you been working too hard recently? You should pay more attention to rest."

Mai Shiranui shook her head slightly, her eyes evasive and full of anxiety, as if she was avoiding something terrible. She lowered her head for a moment, then quickly raised it again, her eyes drifted towards Fisk again, and then quickly retracted it, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, that fear was like a ghost in the dark, instantly occupying her entire eyes.

However, she couldn't help but look at Fisk from time to time. She couldn't calm down her anxiety. Her breathing became rapid and disordered, and her chest rose and fell violently, as if the tension in her heart was being vented through her rapid breathing and heaving chest. Her lips were tightly pursed, bloodless, and her teeth bit her lower lip unconsciously, leaving shallow teeth marks.

At this time, Mina also noticed the situation here and came over to ask: "Fujii Rina, if you are not feeling well, go back and rest first."

Mai Shiranui waved her hands quickly, waving them with a large amplitude, and said in a hurried tone: "No, I'm just hungry."

But her eyes betrayed her inner anxiety. They were wandering and she didn't dare to look at anyone. Her eyes were full of panic, like a child lost in a dark forest.

The other nuns looked at each other, confused.

Fisk saw it, but pretended not to see it.

At this moment, Fisk's cell phone rang. He took out his phone and saw that it was Mrs. Osborne calling.

Fisk answered the call without hesitation.

At first, Mrs. Osborne just gave a very calm greeting.

But soon, Mrs. Osborne's voice was filled with tears and she was almost collapsing: "Fisk, all the goods I stockpiled before are now piled up in the warehouse. The funds cannot be recovered, the bank is asking for repayment, and suppliers are also coming to collect debts. The employees are in a panic. I really don't know what to do. I'm sorry, I really don't know who to ask for help." Her voice trembled, and her words were full of despair and helplessness.

After hearing the news, Fisk smiled. He had actually known about the difficulties encountered by the Osborne Group for a long time, and was waiting for Mrs. Osborne to come to ask for help. Mrs. Osborne did not get the military contract when she was in Washington last time, which was also the dilemma of the Osborne Group. Without the military contract, the backlog of goods of the Osborne Group would be enough to kill this ancient biological group.

Fisk was secretly pleased with himself, but he pretended to be concerned when he said, "Ma'am, don't worry. There will always be a solution." He paused, then continued, "It's just that this situation is indeed tricky. If you want to save your group, I'm afraid you'll have to pay a high price."

Mrs. Osborne seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said anxiously, "Fisk, as long as it can save the group, I am willing to agree to any conditions."

Fisk's eyes flashed with cunning, and he said slowly: "Madam, then we have to discuss the specific plan. By the way, it seems that you still owe me a favor, don't you?"

Mrs. Osborne was in a state of hesitation and struggle. She felt Fisk's ill intentions, and she only went to Fisk because no one asked her for help. She actually had another solution, which was to seek help from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Fisk, let me think about it again." Mrs. Osborne said, suppressing her inner uneasiness.

Fisk's face darkened slightly, and he said, "Madam, time waits for no one. You must make a decision as soon as possible."

Mrs. Osborne took a deep breath and said, "Fisk..."

Mrs. Osborn weighed the pros and cons in her mind. Asking SHIELD for help might solve the current crisis, but it might put the group into other complicated situations.

More importantly, she didn't want to get involved in S.H.I.E.L.D. affairs anymore. She had just retired with great difficulty, and there was no need to rejoin.

Fisk doesn’t hide his voice.

Mai Shiranui could therefore hear it very clearly.

After hearing the conversation between Fisk and Mrs. Osborne, he was shocked and his eyes became sharp in an instant.

She pricked up her ears, trying to hear more clearly, her body leaned forward unconsciously, and the cutlery in her hand stopped in mid-air.

After a brief and intense hesitation, Mrs. Osborne finally chose to compromise. Her eyes, which were originally full of anxiety and struggle, now revealed a hint of despair and resignation.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she said to Fisk in a slightly hoarse voice: "Mr. Fisk, can we meet and talk?"

When Fisk heard this, he was delighted.

He was actually preparing to finish his meal and leave Hell's Kitchen.

Because in this way, he could let Lester use the three invitations as bait to lure out those restless fighters from the dark.

"Of course, give me an address and I'll come find you later."

After noting down the address, Fisk hung up the phone.

"Little bastard, which decent woman have you targeted again?" Sister Maria rolled her eyes, frowned, and spoke in a sour tone. Her lips were slightly pouted, with a bit of anger on her face, but there was a subtle concern in her eyes.

Fisk laughed and comforted Sister Maria: "Dear Sister Maria, please don't say that. I only have your teachings and the sacred mission of this church in my heart."

Sister Maria snorted, crossed her arms over her chest, turned her head slightly to the side, and said, "Don't try to coax me with these words. Don't I know you?"

Fisk walked forward, gently held Sister Maria's hand, and said, "Sister, I swear to you, I have absolutely no other thoughts. Look at you, you always get anxious and angry so easily."

Sister Maria shook off his hand, her cheeks slightly red, glared at Fisk, and said, "Stop talking so slickly, get out of here after you finish eating, I don't want to see you anymore."

Fisk smiled and nodded: "Ahaha, I listen to you, I'll get out of here right now, I'll get out of here right now!"

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"Gwen, I have an extra ticket to a performance at Stark Industries. Can I invite you to go with me? There's a concert there tonight, and it's the most popular 4LTI." Harry Osborn looked at Gwen expectantly.

This kind of ticket is very precious, and because there are so many people going, it has reached the point where it is hard to get a ticket. Harry Osborn also used up all his pocket money to buy these two tickets. You know, these tickets have been hyped up to a sky-high price in the market, and many people are eager to get them. Those rich second-generation sons and brothers are all staring at this moment, and they are jealous.

They muttered to themselves: "How could Harry Osborn be so lucky to get such a rare ticket and use it to invite Gwen." They looked at the ticket in Harry Osborn's hand, their eyes full of envy and jealousy.

However, Gwen didn't care about the invitation that any ordinary girl couldn't refuse. She didn't even look at the ticket in Harry Osborn's hand, and said without hesitation: "Sorry, Harry, I have plans tonight."

Her tone was firm, without any hesitation or dragging her feet, and she turned and left, leaving Harry Osborn standing there blankly, with a look of loss and disbelief on his face, while the young masters beside him were laughing in glee.

"Gwen, Gwen, wait for me."

Harry Osborn chased out of the classroom and wanted to try again, but Gwen ignored him. Harry Osborn was a little angry and reached out to grab Gwen's hand. At this moment, Peter Parker rushed out from the side and grabbed Harry Osborn's arm, wanting to save the beauty.

Harry Osborn glared at Peter Parker angrily and yelled, "Mind your own business, you bastard!"

Peter Parker was undaunted and shot back, "This is a school, don't do it, Harry."

But Gwen didn't buy it at all. She didn't even look at them and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Seeing this, Harry Osborn shook off Peter Parker's hand and left angrily.

Peter Parker looked in the direction where Gwen left, shook his head helplessly, and turned and left.

The tense atmosphere just now seemed to still echo in the empty corridor.

Harry Osborn returned to the classroom and saw some girls looking at him with a hint of sarcasm. He simply made up his mind and walked up to Gwen's best friend Anna as if to vent his anger and invited Anna to the concert.

Anna was stunned at first, then a surprised smile appeared on her face, and she said excitedly: "Really? Harry, I do!"

The girls around immediately started whispering to each other, some showed envy, while others curled their lips to express disdain.

Harry Osborn looked proud, as if he was protesting to the girls who mocked him. But there was no real joy in his eyes, it was just an impulsive decision made to save his face.

At this time, Peter Parker walked into the classroom and saw this scene. He couldn't help but feel happy for Gwen and for himself. It seemed that he had one less competitor.

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Mrs. Osborne met with Fisk at the café.

The environment of this cafe is elegant, and soft music is flowing in the air. Mrs. Osborne sat in a corner early, wearing an exquisite suit, a slim royal blue dress, well-cut and fitting her graceful curves, as if it was tailor-made for her.

She was properly made up, and her fair face had a pair of slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, adding a bit of endearing charm to her.

The deep blue eyes, like a mysterious lake, reveal endless anxiety and fatigue. Under the high nose bridge, the cherry-like red lips are slightly pursed, as if trying to suppress the inner anxiety.

Her brown-red curly hair fell gracefully on her shoulders, sparkling with a charming luster. The most eye-catching thing was the pair of nearly transparent black stockings on her legs. The stockings were as delicate as silk, fitting her slender and straight legs like a second layer of skin, revealing the graceful lines of her legs, full of seductive charm. She was wearing a pair of exquisite high heels on her feet, with dazzling crystals inlaid on the uppers, sparkling brightly under the lights. The slender heels were like needle tips, supporting her body steadily, highlighting her noble temperament and elegant posture.

Mrs. Osborne crossed her legs elegantly, leaning slightly to one side, her body straight but relaxed. Her right hand rested lightly on the handle of the coffee cup, her slender fingers were long and white, and her neatly trimmed nails were painted with light nail polish. Her left hand rested on her knees, her fingers gently stroking the edge of her skirt from time to time, revealing her inner tension and anxiety.

Fisk walked into the coffee shop with steady steps. He was dressed in a suit and had a confident smile on his face, as if everything was under his control.

The two looked at each other, Fisk nodded slightly politely, and then sat down opposite Mrs. Osborn.

The waiter came forward, Fisk casually ordered a cup of coffee, and then turned his attention back to Mrs. Osborne.

Mrs. Osborne took a deep breath and broke the silence first: "Mr. Fisk, regarding the group's affairs, I hope we can find a solution as soon as possible."