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

Fisk stirred his coffee gently and said slowly, "Ma'am, don't be anxious. Let's talk slowly."

Seeing that Fisk was not in a hurry, Mrs. Osborne made up her mind, slowly took off her shoes, and began to rub Fisk's calves with her feet.

Fisk was slightly startled, a flash of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure, looked at Mrs. Osborne with a half-smile, and said, "Madam, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Osborne said shyly, "Mr. Fisk, please stop keeping me in suspense. The group's affairs cannot be delayed any longer."

Fisk gently held Mrs. Osborne's ankle, his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was holding a fragile treasure. He first gently touched the delicate skin of Mrs. Osborne's ankle with his index finger and thumb, feeling the slight warmth.

Then, he slowly wrapped his palm around her ankle, his fingers gradually tightened, but he controlled the strength so that the grip would not appear rough. His skin touched Mrs. Osborne's, and he could clearly feel her pulse. His palms rubbed slowly, the movements were slow and rhythmic, as if he was conveying some secret message through this contact.

With a hint of ambiguity in his eyes, he said, "Madam, there is a wonderful concert tonight. Why don't you accompany me to relax? Maybe it will help you forget these troubles for a while."

Mrs. Osborne hesitated, frowned slightly, and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes: "Mr. Fisk, I'm afraid this is not appropriate. The group's affairs have not been resolved yet."

Fisk smiled, but did not stop his movements: "Madam, work is never done. Proper relaxation will put you in a better state to deal with it."

Mrs. Osborne bit her lip and gently pulled her foot back: "Mr. Fisk, let me think about it again."

Mrs. Osborne bit her lip and gently pulled her foot back: "Mr. Fisk, let me think about it again."

However, Fisk suddenly increased the strength of his hand and directly grasped Mrs. Osborn's foot tightly, preventing her from pulling it back. His eyes became more fiery, with a wanton smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Madam, don't be so anxious to refuse. I'm afraid I'm the only one who can save the Osborn Group now."

Mrs. Osborne's face flushed instantly, and her shy expression was as charming as the sunset. She looked away, not daring to look directly at Fisk's aggressive gaze, and her voice became a little trembling: "Mr. Fisk, please respect yourself."

Seeing this, Fisk sat up straight and said, "Madam, please think about it carefully. I know that the Osborne Group is on the verge of collapse. After all, I read the newspaper, too, and every move of an old-established group like this will attract a lot of attention. Now that you are sitting in front of me, what are you still hesitating about? I can save the Osborne Group, and you only need to accompany me to a concert. How about it? This deal is a good deal, isn't it?" His tone was full of confidence and temptation, as if he was sure that Mrs. Osborne would eventually succumb to his provocation.

At this moment, the music in the cafe seemed to become softer, and the atmosphere between the two became more subtle.

Mrs. Osborne felt the touch on her feet, and her body couldn't help but get hot. She was in a state of hesitation.

Her heart was like a chaotic battlefield at the moment, with all kinds of thoughts intertwined. She thought that since she had already asked Fisk for help, she should not think about it anymore. It was just a concert, so what? But her moral bottom line kept pulling at her, telling her that such behavior was wrong.

However, when she thought about the difficulties the group was facing and how she had been frustrated by her repeated requests for help, she felt that she no longer had much choice. Her eyes began to become confused, and her original firm belief gradually weakened.

Mrs. Osborne bit her lower lip lightly, a look of struggle on her face. Her breathing became a little rapid, and she thought to herself: "Perhaps, this is just a small compromise. What is this sacrifice worth to save the group?" Once this self-comforting thought appeared, it was like a flood and broke through her last line of defense.

Her expression gradually became numb, and her eyes lost their former brilliance. Her noble and reserved temperament was now replaced by a sense of decadence. She closed her eyes slightly, as if to avoid the condemnation in her heart, and as if to acquiesce to what was about to happen.

"I promise you, but it's just to watch a concert."

"Of course, it's just a concert!"

Chapter 166 Concert Dinner and Dessert

Stark Industries is headquartered in Los Angeles.

But there is also a Stark Industries building on the Manhattan Peninsula in New York.

More importantly, New York has the Stark Group’s largest industrial park.

But that was a long time ago.

This place is no longer a heavily polluting production factory.

It is a shining fortress of technology and innovation.

This place has been transformed from a heavily polluted industrial park into an innovation park comparable to Silicon Valley. Every year, invention patents worth tens of billions of dollars are born here, and thousands of laboratories belonging to Stark Industries are tirelessly printing money for the group.

Every few years, Stark Industries holds a technology and arms exhibition here to showcase all new inventions to the world, and there will also be an all-night carnival concert.

At this year's exhibition, the latest high-tech weapons and equipment are dazzling, from advanced laser weapons to guided missiles, all of which demonstrate Stark Industries' leading position in the military industry.

But at the same time, various civilian technology products are also attracting the attention of many speculators.

Although the concert has not started yet, the warm-up for the concert has already begun.

The lights on the stage began to flicker, changing their colors, as if to foretell the upcoming passion and carnival. The huge screen played clips of past wonderful performances, which drew cheers from the audience.

The rhythmic music coming from the speakers gradually heated up the atmosphere.

Young people in New York have little interest in technology exhibitions.

However, they were very interested in this unique "large gathering".

Especially under Stark Industries' unscrupulous money-throwing propaganda.

4LTI, a girl group from South Korea, has been forcibly promoted to the world level.

At this moment, the members of 4LTI are under tremendous pressure backstage.

They knew that this performance was crucial to their careers. They suddenly received such high attention and exposure.

Zhao Xuexi, also known as Luna.

As the captain, she has the greatest pressure.

However, she has confidence in her teammates.

They are about to sing "Dreams Come True"

They have rehearsed countless times for this performance, striving to make every dance move and every note perfect.

However, Luna was not only nervous.

There is still some expectation.

She had been looking at the crowd below from the entrance, trying to find Fisk. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was afraid that Fisk would come to see her performance, but she was also afraid that Fisk would not come. She was very nervous. She had never felt this way before.

Her eyes quickly swept through the crowd, and she was disappointed again and again. Her heartbeat seemed to have lost its rhythm. This contradictory emotion made her feel a little confused, and she didn't understand why Fisk's appearance was so important to her.

Luna bit her lips gently, trying to calm herself down, but her heaving chest betrayed her inner unrest.

Finally, she found Fisk, and at that moment, her heart jumped as if it was about to burst out of her throat. Her eyes were fixed on Fisk, and a hint of surprise and relief flashed in her eyes.

However, perhaps because she was too nervous, or because there were too many people around, Mrs. Osborne did not stick close to Fisk, but kept her distance. Luna did not see Mrs. Osborne next to Fisk, and returned to the backstage on her own.

Mrs. Osborn looked a little awkward in her hot girl miniskirt, so at Fisk's request, she changed out of the skirt. However, she had an impressive figure, a good foundation as an agent, and she continued to exercise and maintain her looks after retirement.

Therefore, although she is no longer young, she does not feel awkward at all after changing into this hot girl's outfit, but rather it is very harmonious.

Her slender waist looks even more charming under the outline of the miniskirt and belly-baring top, and her long legs are faintly visible under the hem, exuding endless charm.

Mrs. Osborne was very shy and always worried that she would be recognized by others. After all, as the CEO of the Osborne Group, Mrs. Norman Osborne was a well-known figure.

I have been on the cover of financial magazines several times.

There must be someone who knows her.

This is also the fundamental reason why she is so uneasy.

From time to time, she covered her face with her hands, her eyes filled with anxiety and vigilance.

Every glance from the passers-by made her feel as if they were pointing fingers at her. "Have they recognized me?" Mrs. Osborne kept thinking.

She felt that she had never been as nervous as she was today when she was on her first mission as an agent.

She began to regret following Fisk's arrangement and wearing such clothes: "How could I be so impulsive? If I were photographed by the media, the consequences would be disastrous." Her heartbeat became more and more rapid, and fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of her forehead.

She took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself down and trying to ignore the possible strange looks from those around her.

She relied on her early experience as a spy to force herself to calm down. But at this moment, when the warm-up music suddenly sounded, Fisk opened his arms without warning and hugged Mrs. Osborn tightly.

His arms were as strong as iron hoops, tightly wrapped around her body, making it almost impossible for her to move.

Fisk's chest was broad and warm, pressed tightly against Mrs. Osborne's body. She could clearly feel his strong heartbeat, the powerful beating seemed to penetrate their bodies.

The masculine scent from Fisk instantly enveloped Mrs. Osborne. It was a mixture of a faint smell of tobacco and a unique perfume, extremely aggressive, and she fell in love with it all at once. She felt her whole body go limp, as if all her strength was taken away at this moment. She wanted to resist, but deep down in her heart, she didn't know why she particularly enjoyed this feeling.

Mrs. Osborne's mind told her to break free, but her body involuntarily moved closer to Fisk. Her cheeks instantly became hot, as if on fire, and the blush quickly spread to her ears.

Her eyes became blurry, as if she had lost focus, and her thoughts were like a tangled mess that could not be sorted out.

The world around them seemed to stop at this moment, leaving only the two of them hugging each other tightly.

The melody of the music stirred in the air, and every note seemed to add an ambiguous atmosphere to their embrace.

Fisk lowered his head slightly and rested his chin lightly on Mrs. Osborn's head. She could feel his warm breath brushing her hair, bringing a tingling sensation.

"What's wrong with me?" Mrs. Osborne asked herself in her heart, but she couldn't find the answer.

This contradictory feeling made her both excited and frightened.

"Mrs. Osborne, your heart is beating so fast! Are you shy?"

Mrs. Osborne struggled, but her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and it was useless to Fisk. Her face turned red with shame and anger, like a ripe apple, "Fisk, let me go!" There was a hint of anger and panic in her voice, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were full of anger and resistance.

However, Fisk had no intention of letting go. Instead, he hugged her tighter, his arms tightly wrapped around Mrs. Osborn like steel, with an unbridled smile on his face.

"Come on, Mrs. Osborne."

Fisk's voice whispered in her ear with an irresistible temptation, his breath was hot and rapid, constantly spraying against Mrs. Osborne's ear.

Mrs. Osborne felt her breathing become rapid, and her chest heaving violently. She tried to break free from Fisk's restraints with a more violent struggle, pushing Fisk's chest hard with both hands, "You're going too far, Fisk!" Her eyes were full of anger and anxiety, and her lips trembled slightly.

But Fisk seemed to be possessed and still held her tightly. People around them began to look at them, which made Mrs. Osborne feel even more ashamed.

Her heart was full of entanglements and contradictions. On the one hand, she felt ashamed and resisted such close contact, and on the other hand, she had an unspeakable desire hidden deep in her heart. Her face turned red and white, and her eyes dodge around in panic.

"Fisk, please, let me go." Mrs. Osborne's voice became pleading. She had never been so embarrassed. At this moment, her pride and self-esteem seemed to collapse. Tears welled up in her eyes and her body kept twisting.

At this moment, the originally cheerful and exciting music rhythm suddenly slowed down, becoming soft and soothing, as if adding a hazy color to the ambiguous and tense atmosphere.

The melodious melody was like a pair of gentle hands, gently caressing the two people's tense nerves.

But this did not stop Mrs. Osborne's struggle. Instead, it made her more eager to get rid of Fisk's arms. However, Fisk seemed to be infected by the music. His arms around her showed no sign of relaxation. He even buried his head in Mrs. Osborne's neck, greedily breathing in her fragrance.

At this moment, brilliant fireworks suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by several fixed-wing aircraft from Stark Industries quickly cutting through the sky, spreading extremely dazzling fluorescent smoke. Then at this moment, the image of a man wearing sunglasses was projected onto the sky. He was Tony Stark, the organizer of this concert.

A deafening cheer broke out from the crowd, and everyone looked up at the huge projection of the legendary figure. Tony Stark raised his mouth corners, revealing a confident smile, and the eyes behind the sunglasses seemed to be overlooking his territory.

Mrs. Osborne and Fisk were also attracted by this sudden scene.

Fisk looked at this scene, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

And the movements of his hands became more and more violent.

"That's quite a show-off, isn't it, Mrs. Osborne?"

Fireworks continued to bloom in the night sky, and colorful lights illuminated the entire venue. Tony Stark's projection changed poses in the sky and waved to the people. His charming image made the atmosphere on the scene even more enthusiastic.

People cheered and danced to the rhythm of the music.

Tony Stark's voice spread throughout the park through the speakers: "Let's enjoy this crazy night!" His words were like lighting a fire, pushing the enthusiasm of the scene to a new climax.

The moment Tony Stark's voice fell, his illusory projection disappeared and turned into a girl group led by Luna.