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

But this also means that Peter Parker can spend more time around Gwen.

"Gwen!" Peter Parker saw Gwen standing at the school gate as soon as he got off the school bus.

His heartbeat instantly accelerated and a huge smile spread across his face, as he happily thought Gwen was waiting for him.

He ran towards Gwen excitedly.

However, when he ran to Gwen panting, he found that Gwen was looking past him and into the distance.

It turns out that Gwen wasn't actually waiting for him, but for someone else.

Peter Parker's smile froze instantly, and his heart seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water. A feeling of loss and embarrassment instantly surged into his heart.

But soon, Peter Parker seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness and continued speaking with enthusiasm on his face.

"Gwen?" Peter Parker's eyes sparkled with anticipation. The corners of his mouth curled up, trying to make himself look more friendly and approachable. He was eager to find a topic to discuss with Gwen. "Is today's class boring? I think the math teacher is simply making me sleepy."

Gwen frowned, with a look of disgust and disdain on her face. Her eyes pierced Peter Parker like a sword and she said coldly, "Peter, don't bother me. Can't you see that I don't want to talk to you?

It's really annoying that you keep pestering me like this." Gwen's words were like a cold wind, blowing mercilessly into Peter Parker's heart.

Peter Parker's smile froze on his face, his eyes were full of loss and hurt, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, causing a sharp pain. But he was still unwilling to give up, he opened his mouth, and wanted to say something to save the situation.

Just then, a black car appeared in the distance.

The pure black paint of the car shone brightly in the sun, but Peter Parker had no time to care about it at this moment. All his attention was still on Gwen's indifferent attitude.

But what was unexpected was that Gwen was suddenly the car in the distance.

He immediately raised his hand and waved it.

“Just stop at the door.”

"By the way, today is the parents' meeting. I heard that your nephew Peter Parker seems to be also at Garden Middle School."

Hear this.

May Parker saw Peter Parker and Gwen standing at the school gate, and her heart suddenly moved.

May Parker didn't know why, but she seemed to understand why Fisk hired her as a life assistant. Although she had no evidence, she felt that it was probably related to Parker.

She slammed on the brakes with an ugly look on her face. She looked at Fisk who was sitting in the back seat and began to question him, "Boss, is the reason you hired me related to Peter Parker?"

When she said these words, she didn't know where she got the courage from.

Fisk's face was very calm. He said coldly, "I just looked at your information and found out that your nephew is studying in this school."

May Parker stared into Fisk's eyes, not wanting to miss any subtle changes in his expression. "Why... I always feel like it's not that simple?"

Fisk suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar around May Parker's neck, pulling her towards him.

The collar instantly tightened around May Parker's neck. She whimpered in pain and instinctively reached out to grab Fisk's hands, trying to break free from the fatal restraints.

Her face was flushed with pain and lack of oxygen, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.

May Parker wanted to struggle, but when she saw Fisk's extremely cold eyes, she no longer had any strength. Her body suddenly went limp, as if all her will to resist was instantly defeated by that cold gaze.

Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, her breathing became rapid and difficult, and painful whimpers came from her throat.

But Fisk had no intention of letting go, still holding the collar tightly, watching May Parker struggle in pain coldly. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, only endless indifference and ruthlessness. Fisk's hand strength continued to increase, as if he wanted to end May Parker's life at this moment.

May Parker's face turned from red to blue, her eyes began to roll back, and she could only make a faint "cluck" sound from her throat. Her hands hung down helplessly, and her body was controlled by Fisk like a broken rag doll. Every second was like a long torture for May Parker, and pain and despair filled every cell of her body.

Fisk let go of May Parker's hand just when she was about to faint from lack of oxygen.

May Parker collapsed on her seat like a puddle of mud, breathing heavily, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably. Her eyes were filled with the horror of having survived a catastrophe, and her body was still shaking.

Her originally smooth golden hair was now messily scattered, with a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks by sweat, making her look even more fragile. Her big eyes were filled with tears, and her eye sockets were red, like a frightened deer, which made people feel pity. Her pale lips were trembling slightly, as if she was still recalling the pain and fear just now.

The red mark on her slender neck caused by the collar was shocking, but it also added a bit of poignancy. Her clothes were disheveled, her collar was crooked, revealing her delicate collarbone, and the scratches on it made people want to protect it even more.

She sobbed, and every sob seemed to gently tickle Fisk's heart, making Fisk's possessiveness stronger. He looked at the pitiful May Parker, and a barely perceptible desire flashed in his eyes.

He unbuckled May Parker's seat belt from the back seat, pulled her back into the back seat extremely roughly, and then kissed her unscrupulously like a mindless beast.

Maypark wanted to resist, but facing Fisk's strong and powerful muscles, her resistance seemed so insignificant and weak. She kept pounding Fisk's iron-hard chest with her hands, trying to push him away, but every blow was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and Fisk's mountain-like body did not move at all.

She closed her lips tightly and fought desperately, trying to stop Fisk's brutal invasion, but Fisk pinched her chin with his large and powerful palm, and the powerful force forced her to open her mouth.

Maypark's tears burst out again like a flood, and her heart was filled with endless fear.

She wanted to struggle, but she didn't dare to struggle too violently, for fear that excessive movement would attract the attention of Peter Parker who was not far away.

She cried out in pain in her heart: "I can't let Parker see me in this miserable state, absolutely not!" She didn't want Peter Parker to see her in such an unbearable and humiliating scene.

But, more importantly, and what made her feel even more frightened, was that, deep in her heart, although she was full of resistance and fear, under Fisk's domineering invasion, her body actually produced a strange, shameful feeling of enjoyment.

This feeling made her extremely conflicted and painful. She kept condemning herself in her heart: "How could this be? I shouldn't have this feeling, this is not right!" But her body reacted involuntarily. This inner struggle and contradiction almost made her collapse.

At this moment, the only sounds in the car were Maypark's desperate sobs and Fisk's heavy, turbid breathing. The atmosphere was tense and suffocating, as if the whole world had fallen into a dark abyss at this moment, and Maypark felt that he was also falling into the endless darkness, unable to extricate himself.

After a few minutes, Fisk let go of May Parker and began to slowly put his clothes together. There was no warmth on his face, only an expression as cold as ice. His eyes were like a cold pond, deep and cold, without a trace of warmth.

Fisk opened his thin lips and said to her in an extremely cold tone: "From the moment I put the collar on you, I thought you had straightened yourself out, but it seems that you didn't do it. But it doesn't matter. I hope this is the last time. If I find out that it happens again, I will make you regret it. Remember, you are just my cute little dog, nothing more."

The cold tone was full of threats and warnings, making people shudder.

May Parker slumped in the back seat, gasping for air, her eyes empty and hopeless. Her lips were red and swollen, and her messy hair covered half of her face.

"I...I understand." May Parker answered with a trembling voice, tears still flowing.

After a long time, seeing that the car in the distance had not yet driven towards this side, Gwen was a little confused and she decided to go over and take a look.

But when she saw Fisk getting out of the car, she immediately walked over enthusiastically. The words that were about to come out of Peter Parker's mouth froze again. He also noticed the black car in the distance and suddenly felt that it looked familiar. As Gwen approached, she suddenly began to sniff, as if she smelled something, and looked into the car, but at this moment, a pair of arms quickly held the steering wheel, and then quickly turned around and drove away.

It was so fast that even Gwen couldn't see it clearly.

Gwen looked at Fisk suspiciously and asked in confusion, "Mr. Fisk, what's going on?"

Peter Parker also frowned deeply and muttered softly: "Is that my aunt's car?" A bad premonition arose in his heart. He looked at the direction where the car was going away and fell into deep thought.

Fisk's face was unnatural for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. His eyes flickered slightly, and he cleared his throat and said to Gwen, "I just received a very important call.

It was an urgent contact concerning an important business matter, and the information the other party brought was so critical that I had to give some instructions and arrangements immediately.

The situation was urgent, so the driver left in a hurry." Fisk's tone was steady, trying to make his words sound reasonable, but his eyes unconsciously avoided Gwen's probing eyes.

"Really? Mr. Fisk." Gwen's expression was still full of confusion.

"Of course!" Fisk rubbed her head vigorously, trying to get away with it. "Okay, let's go in quickly. Don't be late today, or your mother will blame me again."

"Okay!" Gwen looked at Fisk thoughtfully, put her hand across his arm, and led him towards the campus.

Chapter 176 Let me help you, girl.

"Aunt...there's a parent-teacher meeting today!" Peter Parker said hesitantly.

All the parents were there, except Aunt Mei.

In his mind, the black car that had turned around and left kept appearing. He would never make a mistake. Since he had the ability of a spider, his vision and memory had been significantly improved.

The car was issued by Aunt Mei's new company.

He was extremely envious.

But why did that bastard Fisk get out of the car?

"Sorry, Peter!" May Parker could be heard typing on the keyboard. "I'm very busy at work today, so I probably won't be able to go. I'm really sorry, but I'll call your homeroom teacher and meet with the dean of studies in a few days."

May Parker's voice was very calm.

There was no sound of emotion.

"Aunt Mei... have you been in the office this whole time?"

"Yes!" May Parker's tone remained unchanged. "I've been busy these past two days. Sorry, Parker. I thought I could spare some time today."

Peter Parker had been paying close attention to Aunt May's tone.

I wanted to find some change in her tone.

He had never used his spider sense to its fullest potential like today, but he didn't know what was going on.

Peter Parker felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell why. He frowned and continued to ask, "Aunt May, did you have a smooth day at work?"

May Parker sighed and said, "It's going pretty well, but there's a lot going on. Don't worry about me, just take care of yourself."

Peter Parker tightened his grip on the phone, "Aunt May, I always feel like you're a little weird today."

May Parker paused. "Don't let your imagination run wild, kid. I'm really fine."

Peter Parker was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Okay, Aunt May, then you should take care of your rest."

After hanging up the phone, Peter Parker's doubts did not dissipate. He decided to find time to go to Aunt May's company to find out what was going on.

After May Parker hung up the phone, she lay down on the chair as if all her strength had been drained out of her.

Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which kept pouring down like rain, soaking her hair and sticking to her cheeks. Her back was also soaked with sweat, and her clothes stuck to her body tightly, outlining her trembling body.

Her breathing was rapid and heavy, her chest was rising and falling violently, and her heart seemed to be about to jump out of her throat. The tension and anxiety caused by lying put her body into an extreme state of stress.

But deep down in her heart, she felt a vague excitement. She recalled her recent experiences, those forbidden temptations, those secret desires, like a whirlpool in the dark, swallowing her up little by little. She knew she was sinking and falling, but the instant joy and satisfaction made her unable to extricate herself.

Her eyes became blurred, and her thoughts drifted to areas that she shouldn't have set foot in. She thought of Fisk's powerful body and domineering eyes, and her heart was throbbing. She knew it was dangerous and immoral, but the forbidden pleasure was like a painkiller, making her unable to stop.

This was Fisk's second time walking on the campus of Garden Middle School.

Garden Garden School is worthy of being the top private school in New York. Other middle schools are lucky enough to hold a parent-teacher meeting once a year, especially the middle school that used to be near Hell's Kitchen. Being able to hold a parent-teacher meeting once a year is considered a sign of the school's diligence.

However, Garden Middle School holds parent meetings of varying sizes every quarter or even every month. The purpose is naturally to enable all parents to have a better understanding of the school's achievements.

Of course, only a very small number of people can get such high-quality education. From the moment they enter this middle school, their upper-class status is basically fixed.

Fisk's huge size has attracted everyone's attention since he entered the campus.

Every step he took seemed to cause the ground to tremble slightly.

People's eyes were involuntarily attracted to him and could not be taken away from his towering figure like a mountain.

Fisk's well-cut suit, stretched by his muscles, looked tight and full of tension. His broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry the whole world, and his solid chest seemed to contain endless power.

Through the fabric of his suit, one can vaguely see the lines of his arms, which are as hard as steel, and every slight movement makes the outline of his muscles appear faintly.

The students stopped playing, and the teachers couldn't help but look at him. The ladies who came with the students seemed to be attracted by a magnet and couldn't take their eyes off Fisk. Their eyes showed undisguised admiration and desire. Some bit their lips lightly, and their breathing became rapid. Some unconsciously fanned themselves with their hands, trying to calm their inner restlessness.

Others pretended to be calm, but could not help but steal glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They whispered to each other, discussing Fisk's amazing figure, their words full of admiration and fantasy.