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

The two people's voices were a little loud, which affected others a little. Susan, who was leading the meeting on the stage, immediately spoke up to remind the two to speak more quietly.

There was no obvious dissatisfaction on Susan's face. She just paused slightly what she was explaining, looked gently but firmly at the corner where Fisk and Justin were, and said in her usual gentle voice: "Mr. Fisk, Mr. Justin, please be a little careful and keep quiet so as not to affect other parents and classmates." Her voice rang clearly in the quiet classroom. Although her tone was gentle, it carried an unquestionable power. Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the two of them.

Fisk nodded solemnly with an apologetic look on his face, while Justin blushed and said in a voice as low as a mosquito: "I'm sorry, Teacher Susan."

Seeing their sincere response, Susan smiled and continued to preside over the meeting. The classroom returned to its previous order.

However, Fisk and Justin became more cautious in their communication, and their voices became even lower, like whispers in ears, for fear of attracting other people's attention again.

"Okay, Mr. Justin, let's not talk about this matter today. We are here for the children, so let's start the meeting." Fisk's words were also unquestionable.

Justin wanted to say something else, but Fisk ignored him.

Fisk didn't care, but Justin was running out of time.

The bank has begun to demand repayment of the loan from the Hammer Group, and harsh notices have been flying into the Hammer Group's office like snowflakes. The phone rang one after another, and the bank staff warned Justin in a tough tone, mercilessly warning him to repay the loan within a limited time, otherwise legal action would be taken.

Justin was tortured by the pressure of these collections every day. His office was full of unprocessed documents and his ashtray was full of cigarette butts. He tried to negotiate with the bank, hoping to get some grace period, but the bank was not moved at all.

The shortage of funds put the group's operations into a difficult situation, suppliers began to refuse to supply, and the entire Hammer Group seemed to be on the brink of collapse.

Justin's eyes slowly moved to his daughter. Looking at her youthful figure, he showed a deep hesitation. His eyes became complicated, showing both love for his daughter and helplessness and struggle forced by reality.

Finally, he made a decision.

"Forgive Dad!"

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The parent-teacher meeting ended quickly.

However, today is the school open day, so everything is not over yet, it's still early.

Of course parents can choose to leave, but they can also stay and visit their students' classes.

Fisk was called into the office alone.

The reason is that Gwen's grades have dropped a lot recently, and Susan has just taken over the class, so she is very concerned about Gwen's grades.

Susan sat at her desk, her back straight, like a straight bamboo, showing good manners. Her legs were elegantly put together, with beautiful lines, and the black stockings on her legs were delicate and smooth, adding a bit of mature charm to her. She had a well-proportioned figure, with curvy curves, and a slim-fitting professional suit that fit her body perfectly, highlighting her competence and professionalism.

He looked at Fisk with a serious expression and said straight to the point: "Mr. Fisk, Gwen has always been an excellent child, but this time her grades have dropped beyond the normal range.

I want to know if there was any special situation at home that affected her?"

Her eyes unconsciously lingered on Fisk's sturdy body. His strong arms and broad chest seemed to have an indescribable attraction. But soon, she realized her mistake and hurriedly retracted her gaze. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she refocused on Fisk's face, trying to calm herself down and wait for his answer.

Fisk's deep eyes were very calm. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "Teacher Susan, I'm not sure either. Her mother and I have been busy with work recently, so we may not have paid much attention to her."

While answering, Fisk was also observing Susan calmly. His eyes swept across Susan's delicate face, noticing the worry and seriousness revealed in her slightly furrowed brows. Then he moved to her elegant neck, and then down to see her graceful figure wrapped in a professional suit. Finally, his eyes returned to Susan's face, met her inquiring eyes for a moment, and then quickly looked away.

Susan Stone – Invisible Woman?

One of the Fantastic Four.

No way, is that such a coincidence?

However, it seems that she hasn't mutated yet.

It should be before I met Rubber Man Richard...I didn't expect to meet him here.

Susan sighed softly and said, "A child's growth requires the joint attention of parents and teachers. I hope you can communicate more with Gwen, find out the problem, and help her improve her grades together." Just as she was speaking, her eyes met with Fisk's. At that moment, for some reason, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Her cheeks instantly turned red, and she didn't understand why she had such a reaction, she just felt a little shy.

She subconsciously lowered her eyes to hide her inner panic, and a few strands of soft hair swayed gently with her movements.

When she raised her eyes again, there was a hint of determination after the panic in her eyes. She tried to maintain her professionalism and calmness as a teacher and said, "Mr. Fisk, you see Gwen is usually very well-behaved and hardworking in school. She must feel bad about her poor grades this time.

How about this, if you allow me, I will tutor her for one to two hours after school in the evening to try to see if I can get her grades back up, what do you think?"

"Of course, there is no problem. It is also Gwen's honor. I will tell his mother, and his mother will definitely support her." Fisk said as he stretched out his hand.

The two held hands together. Fisk's big hand was broad and strong, gently holding Susan's hand. Susan was slightly startled at first, and felt Fisk's strong pulse. The beating rhythm seemed to carry an invisible force, making her feel hot and a little weak. At this moment, Fisk gently scratched her palm. This subtle movement was like an electric current that instantly spread throughout Susan's body. Her breathing stagnated slightly, and her heart trembled.

Susan tried to keep herself calm and tried to pull her hand back, but she found that she seemed to have lost her strength. Her eyes were a little flustered, and she didn't dare to look directly at Fisk. Her cheeks were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood. Fisk's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

After leaving the office, Fisk did not leave the school in a hurry. Instead, he strolled on the campus towards the gymnasium. The next class was volleyball.

He walked with steady steps, and the sunlight shone on him through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of light. Along the way, he saw students running by him, laughing and playing, and the youthful vitality made him feel a little more relaxed.

Arriving at the entrance of the gymnasium, he gently pushed the door open. The gymnasium was spacious and bright, with several rows of huge chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, lighting up the entire venue like daylight. The floor of the venue was paved with professional sports wooden flooring, which was elastic and could effectively reduce the impact on the knees during exercise.

The venue is surrounded by rows of blue spectator seats, neat and clean.

At both ends of the court, there were standard volleyball nets, the nets were tightly stretched, and the white lines were particularly eye-catching under the lights. On the shelves next to them were rows of brightly colored volleyballs, waiting for the students to use them.

There were some parents sitting in the stands not far away. Because the class had not started yet, some parents were chatting with their children. Their faces were filled with warm smiles, and they were either gently stroking their children's hair or listening carefully to their children's stories about interesting things in school.

The physical education teacher was moving the equipment that would be used next. She was a typical European and American woman, with big wavy golden hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her lips were painted with light rose-colored lipstick under her high nose bridge.

Her skin was a healthy tan and she was wearing a tight sports suit that highlighted her tall and powerful figure.

At this moment, she was struggling to pick up a basket of volleyballs by herself. The bright light from the high ceiling of the gymnasium shone on her. Fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of her forehead. The sweat slid down her cheeks, sparkling under the light.

His steps were a little unsteady and he really looked a little overwhelmed.

Just then he saw Fisk, so he quickly put down the basketball basket in his hand, waved to him, and asked in a slightly anxious voice: "Parent, could you please help me?" Fisk hesitated for a moment and strode over.

Everything seems to be normal, but in this seemingly ordinary scene, there seem to be some unknown subtle emotions hidden.

Under the guidance of the physical education teacher, Fisk entered the equipment room next door. There was a student inside who was also moving equipment. It was none other than Justin's daughter, the tall Justine Hammer.

She seemed unaware of Fisk's arrival, bending over to pick up a volleyball. She was wearing extremely revealing sportswear, and her slender waist was so thin that it seemed as if one hand could wrap around it. Her long, straight legs were tight and elastic, and every movement exuded youthful vitality.

The slightly raised chest shows the perfect curve, and the round and perky buttocks attract the attention of others. Her body proportions are perfect, tall but graceful, far beyond the level of development that should be expected at this age, but still retaining the agility and innocence of a girl.

The youthful and beautiful face was like a flower covered with dew in the morning, the fair skin was as delicate as a baby's, and it seemed to emit a soft glow under the light. The pink cheeks were naturally flushed, like a ripe apple, making people want to take a bite.

A pair of big eyes are clear and bright, like twinkling stars, and the long eyelashes tremble slightly, like the gently flapping wings of a butterfly.

Under the high nose bridge, the cherry-like mouth is slightly upturned, filled with a charming smile, and the dimples faintly visible at the corners of her mouth add a bit of playfulness and cuteness to her.

All this made Fisk's heart beat fast, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

"Ok?"

Justine Hammer finally noticed Fisk's arrival. When she turned around, she accidentally fell to the ground, and her whole body fell on the volleyball next to her. She screamed in pain.

Fisk hurried over and asked with concern: "Justine, how are you? Are you seriously injured?" Justine Hammer was a little shy, her cheeks flushed like the sunset in the sky. She lowered her head slightly, avoiding Fisk's concerned eyes, and whispered: "Mr. Fisk, it seems that my foot is sprained, it hurts a little."

Fisk squatted down, his eyes full of concern. His movements were gentle and careful. He slowly reached out his hand, gently grasped Justine Hammer's heel, and slowly took off her shoes.

Justine's feet wearing white socks were revealed. The white socks were as pure as fresh snow, wrapping her small and delicate feet. The edges of the socks fit the skin neatly, outlining a charming curve.

However, the swollen ankle at this moment broke this beauty. The red and swollen part formed a sharp contrast with the fair skin, which made people feel pity.

Fisk frowned and said, "Don't worry, try to move first." When his warm fingers touched Justine's delicate skin, her body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted. Her breathing became rapid, her chest rose and fell sharply, and her cheeks were quickly stained with a bright red blush like the sunset, spreading all the way to her ears.

Her eyes were dodging, not daring to meet Fisk's gaze, her long eyelashes fluttering in panic, like a frightened butterfly. Her shy look was like a budding flower, trembling slightly in the breeze.

Justine Hammer bit her lips, which looked even more rosy and plump because of the effort. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes were filled with tears, as if they would fall at any time. Her pitiful appearance made people feel distressed. She tried hard to endure the pain and gently moved her ankle as she was told, but she couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Tears rolled in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.

"It looks like the sprain is pretty serious... Do you need me to call the teacher for you? Or do you want me to take a look at it for you?" Fisk said while calling the teacher.

But he couldn't let go of the little feet in white socks, with no intention of letting go.

Justine Hammer hesitated for a moment, but nodded shyly and said, "Then... please help Mr. Fisk." Her voice was as light as a mosquito, with a bit of trembling and uneasiness. After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Fisk again. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, showing her inner nervousness and shyness.

Fisk got his permission, and his hands became gentler. He gently turned her ankle and carefully checked the injury. Justine Hammer bit her lower lip, frowned slightly, and occasionally couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her hands tightly grasped the volleyball beside her, and her knuckles turned white because of the force.

"It may be a little painful, just bear with it."

Fisk said softly.

Justine Hammer nodded slightly, with beads of sweat already oozing out of her forehead.

Chapter 177 Louise's Obsession

Fisk begins treating Justine Hammer for a sprain.

His hands gently massaged her ankle, soothing the pain in the injured area. His gentle movements were like a spring breeze, gently blowing through the flowers, bringing a touch of comfort.

Gradually, his hand unconsciously moved up her calf, stroking it gently, and the touch felt like delicate silk sliding across her skin.

Justine Hammer felt the gentle touch and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

On the one hand, the pain from the sprain made her bite her lower lip tightly, frowning slightly, and occasionally she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The pain was like countless small ants gnawing at her ankle.

But on the other hand, Fisk's touch made her feel strangely comfortable, as if the pain was gradually alleviated by the gentle touch, just like the warm winter sun melting the ice and snow.

Her hands tightly grasped the volleyball beside her, her knuckles turned white from the force, showing her inner tension and entanglement.

Her heart was a mess at the moment.

Just now Fisk was called to the office by Susan.

Justin had made a deal with her to have sex with Fisk.

This allowed Fisker to invest money to save the Hammer Group, which was on the verge of bankruptcy.

In the future, Justine Hammer will become the only heir to the group.

In front of her father, she pretended to be very angry, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with this arrangement.

However, she is not angry at all, but is happy to be close to Fisk, except that she is jealous of Fisk and Gwen's good relationship.

The maturity Fisk exuded, the confidence he displayed inadvertently, and his rock-solid body all deeply attracted her, just like a magnet attracts iron filings.

She knew that this might be an opportunity to change her destiny.

Because it was no secret that her Justine had many illegitimate children.

Although she is the eldest daughter, in a large group, the illegitimate child eventually defeats the heir. Is the number of heir groups still small?

This is an opportunity to satisfy your inner desire.

Justine Hammer seemed to have accidentally exposed her underwear. It was a pair of white cartoon underwear with a faint cute pattern on it, like the outline of some playful little animal, and only vaguely visible some of its agility. There seemed to be some dreamy golden embellishments on the edge, like the flickering light in the night sky, mysterious and charming.

The underwear is white, but it is not made of silk. Near the inner edge of the underwear is delicate lace. The lace is as soft as the edge of a cloud, exuding a light and subtle scent.

The white background is as pure as the first snow, without a single flaw, as if carrying the girl's most innocent dreams. It is as comfortable as a breeze blowing across the skin, and its slight elasticity fits Justine's body curves perfectly.

The touch of white that is inadvertently revealed, although not ostentatious, has a unique charm that is a combination of youthful vitality and girlish shyness.

The faint white color instantly made the air seem to freeze.