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

If Gwen was really injured, was it serious?

Did you receive timely treatment?

There are too many super-powered criminals of all kinds in New York City.

If you are not careful, you will get hurt. Even he, a superhero who has been in the industry for some time, gets injured every day.

Gwen is new to the game…what if she gets hurt?

He wanted to rush out immediately to find Gwen and make sure she was safe.

Just then, the head teacher Susan walked in from outside.

She said to Gwen's study partner, Anna, "Gwen, she asked for leave today. She said she will go to Washington for a while. Anna, please help Gwen collect her homework after class."

"No problem, Miss Susan."

Peter Parker felt a little relieved after hearing this.

However, deep down, he was still worried about Gwen.

"What's wrong with you, Peter?" Harry Osborn looked at Peter Parker with a serious expression, a little confused.

"fine!"

Haha, are you also shocked?" Harry Osborn pointed at the slender Spider-Woman in the newspaper, "Now in addition to Spider-Man, there is another Spider-Woman."

Peter Parker frowned slightly, but his eyes were still fixed on Gwen's empty seat. He responded absentmindedly, "It's really surprising." Harry didn't seem to notice Peter's strangeness, and continued excitedly, "Who do you think this Spider-Woman is? Is there any relationship between her and Spider-Man? Maybe they will form a superhero team."

Seeing Peter remained silent, Harry curled his lips in boredom, "Why aren't you excited at all? This is big news. Maybe New York will become even more lively in the future."

Peter forced a smile, "Maybe!"

"Well... are you free tonight? Recently, the business of the Osborne Group has gradually recovered, and my father and mother are planning to hold a dinner party to show off their achievements. If you have nothing to do in the evening, come with me!"

Peter Parker shook his head and was about to refuse.

Harry Osborn happened not to see it, and was still talking to himself: "I heard that the guy named Fisk will also come. I don't know why you invited that guy, sir. Every time I see that guy, I feel that he has bad intentions."

When Peter Parker heard the name Fisk, he immediately frowned and the words of rejection stopped at his lips.

Peter Parker knows about the relationship between Gwen and Fisk. Now that it is confirmed that this Spider-Woman is Gwen, does it mean that they have a falling out?

Does that mean Gwen might be in danger?

Peter Parker, who had just finally relaxed a little, became even more anxious.

"What's wrong?

are you going? "

"Go, I haven't seen a high society drinking party yet."

"Haha, then you'd better be prepared to be amazed."

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"Gwen, are you okay?" Mrs. Stacy asked Fisk, who was sitting next to her, with some concern. "Nothing is wrong, don't worry, it's just that this girl is too disobedient. If we let her continue to act like this, I'm afraid there will be big problems."

"Oh! My daughter is getting older and older, and it's getting harder and harder to manage her. She's not as easy to manage as she was when she was little." Mrs. Stacy sighed. She lowered her head slightly and began to adjust the red evening dress she was wearing. It was a dress as gorgeous as a flame, and the silk material shone with a delicate luster under the light. The neckline of the dress was an elegant arc, which just revealed Mrs. Stacy's white neck and delicate collarbone, adding a bit of sexiness and charm.

The skirt falls to the ground like a waterfall, and the smooth lines outline her graceful figure. The red fabric is dotted with faint golden threads, like twinkling stars in the night sky, emitting a mysterious and charming brilliance under the light. A thin black belt is tied around the waist of the dress, which not only highlights Mrs. Stacy's slender waist, but also adds a sense of elegance and dignity.

She ran her fingers lightly over the folds of her gown, as if she were collecting her thoughts.

“Don’t worry, nothing will go wrong with me here in Gwen.

It's good for the little girl to suffer a little.

You have to grow up, don't you? "Fisk's mouth flashed a strange smile, but then he stopped Mrs. Stacy and said, "You look so beautiful today, dear!"

"Is she pretty?" Mrs. Stacy rolled her eyes. She did not avoid Fisk's embrace, but leaned directly into Fisk's arms, her movements were very intimate. Fisk's embrace was broad and warm, making her feel at ease at this moment.

However, worry appeared in his eyes again.

"Fisk, although George and I are divorced, I..." Mrs. Stacy didn't finish her words, but her meaning was very clear. After all, she was divorced once. As Fisk's partner, it was inevitable that people would gossip about her when she attended such a celebrity dinner. Although the free country is famous for its openness, everyone knows that the so-called openness is just a fig leaf. This country founded by Protestants is so old-fashioned, conservative and unreasonable.

Mrs. Stacy didn't care what others thought of her. She was just afraid that she would affect Fisk's image in others' minds. She lowered her eyes slightly, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes. Fisk seemed to notice her worry, and he hugged her tightly, giving her strength and comfort.

"Don't worry, dear." Fisk's voice was low and gentle. "Your beauty and elegance are unmatched. You are the most precious thing in my heart. Those gossips are not worth mentioning at all. I don't care what others think. I only care about you.

Besides, if I care about other people's opinions about everything, then am I living for others or for myself? I don't know what those gossipers are thinking. The only thing I know is that you saved me and helped me when I was in the most difficult time. I can't forget the surgeries you performed on me again and again. I will never forget them in my life.

So, dear, please don't have such thoughts, okay? It makes me feel very sad. "

Mrs. Stacy felt a warm current in her heart as she listened to Fisk's words. She raised her head and looked into Fisk's determined eyes, and the uneasiness in her heart gradually dissipated.

She knew that she had not chosen the wrong person this time.

Although, Fisk's relationship with other women has always been unclear.

But she didn't care, because she knew that she alone would never be able to satisfy Fisk, this damn bastard who was like a beast.

Mrs. Osborne was putting on makeup. She leaned forward slightly and stared at herself in the mirror intently. Her slender fingers gently picked up the makeup brush and gently applied it on her face. Every movement was elegant and delicate.

Her eyes were bright and determined, as if she was preparing for a silent battle for the upcoming dinner.

The room was filled with a faint scent of perfume, which complemented the dazzling array of cosmetics on the dressing table, creating a luxurious and charming atmosphere. Mrs. Osborne sometimes frowned slightly, adjusting the details of her makeup, and sometimes smiled with satisfaction, feeling proud of her masterpiece.

Norman Osborn sat on the sofa beside him, drinking whiskey. It was rare for him to leave the lab to attend such a dinner. His eyes were somewhat deep, as if he was thinking about something important.

He swirled the wine glass gently, and the amber liquid sparkled with a charming luster under the light. He looked a little dazed, perhaps because he had been in the laboratory for a long time, so there was an indescribable feeling of loneliness about him.

Mrs. Osborne was actually a little nervous deep down, because she knew that bastard Fisk would be here today.

She was both looking forward to it and somewhat resistant. She was looking forward to it because she wanted Fisk to see her most beautiful side.

To this end, she carefully selects cosmetics and meticulously depicts every detail of her makeup, as if she were carving a work of art.

She imagined the amazed look in Fisk's eyes when he saw her, and an inexplicable sense of satisfaction surged in her heart. She wanted to show her charm in front of him and make him fall for her.

However, at the same time, she didn't want Fisk to come here. She knew very well that she and Fisk had an affair, and if Norman Osborn knew about it, it would be very embarrassing. She was afraid of losing her current life and facing the anger and disappointment of her husband and son.

Her heart was filled with contradictions and anxieties, and every thought was tugging at her nerves.

Her hands were shaking slightly, and she almost messed up the eyeshadow she had just applied. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She told herself that she must stay calm and not let her emotions control her. But her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

Mrs. Osborne looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes full of mixed emotions. She didn't know how the dinner would develop today, nor did she know if she could handle the possible situation. But she knew that she had fallen into a dangerous game, and she couldn't predict the ending of this game.

Fortunately, just when she decided to stay away from Fisk tonight, Norman Osborn suddenly said, "I will leave after my speech. The laboratory is at the most critical moment. Please take care of the banquet, dear."

"Okay, got it!" Mrs. Osborne's tone was very calm, but her heart suddenly relaxed. Although she also wanted to end this dangerous game as soon as possible, at least she would not be exposed today.

Chapter 185 Harry's Collapse (Part )

There were only Justin's family of three in the elevator.

"Dad, what do you think of my outfit today?" Justine was wearing a blue evening dress, similar in style to her mother's, except that one was blue and the other was white. And because of her age, Justine looked a little immature.

The blue evening dress ripples with mysterious brilliance like deep lake water. The soft fabric fits Justine's figure and outlines her youthful curves. The neckline is embellished with exquisite crystals, shining like stars, adding a touch of brilliance to her. The hem of the skirt spreads slightly, like a blooming flower, swaying gently with her movements, exuding a lively atmosphere.

Justine slightly turned sideways, and her blue dress shone with a dreamy color under the light.

Her eyes were full of anticipation as she waited for her father's evaluation.

The young face, set against the blue evening dress, looks like a flower blooming in spring, fresh and pure.

Compared with her mother next to her who was wearing a white evening dress, she lacked some mature charm but had more youthful vitality and vigor.

Her long hair was gently tied up, with a few strands of hair naturally falling on her cheeks, making her look even more playful and cute. She looked at her father nervously, her hands unconsciously clasped lightly, like a child waiting for praise.

"Very beautiful..." Justin hadn't finished his words yet when his mother next to him said jealously, "Justine, walk behind me later!" His mother raised her chin slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

She was wearing a white evening gown, looking elegant and noble. She should have been the focus of the whole event, but at this moment, her daughter Justine's brilliance seemed to overshadow her. She could not tolerate being overshadowed by her daughter in such an occasion, and she had to maintain her position as the "hostess".

Mrs. Justin gently played with her hair, which was carefully styled without a single mess, and every strand of hair seemed to speak of her exquisiteness. She glanced at Justine with a somewhat critical look in her eyes, and said to Justine in a complaining tone: "It's ok for you to bring the children here, but why are you dressed up so fancy? Don't you know how to be low-key?" There was unquestionable arrogance in her words, as if the whole world should revolve around her.

Justin glanced at her and had no intention of paying attention to her. Instead, he held Justin's hand and said, "You are very beautiful. Don't worry, you will definitely be the focus of the audience today!"

His daughter is the apple of his eye.

As for this woman, she is nothing more than an ungrateful vase.

Do you really think that you can become an upper-class person by marrying into a wealthy family?

A vase is always a vase.

"What did you say?" Mrs. Justin suddenly looked unhappy.

"Shut up!" Justin said coldly, "Today, follow me quietly, or you'll end up in the shelter tomorrow!"

"You!" Mrs. Justin saw the cold light in Justin's eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally fell silent and stopped talking.

At this moment, the elevator finally reached its floor.

Justin held his daughter's hand and slowly walked out of the elevator.

Justine was nervous and excited.

She understood why her father was like this.

She came here today with only one goal.

That's Fisk.

Mrs. Justin followed silently behind, feeling unwilling and aggrieved.

She looked at the backs of Justin and Justine, gritted her teeth secretly, but did not dare to attack.

They stepped into the banquet hall, where the bright lights and gorgeous decorations made them feel as if they were in a dream.

Justine's blue evening dress shone charmingly under the lights, instantly attracting many eyes.

"Parker, who do you think that is?"

Harry Osborn pulled Peter Parker into a corner and ate a buffet meal when they suddenly saw Justine walking from a distance.

Harry's eyes widened. Originally in school, although Justine was tall and was the captain of the cheerleading team, she should have been the absolute core, but because of Gwen's presence.

Therefore, a lot of light was blocked.

But today, after she put on her evening gown, she looked like a princess from a fairy tale.

The blue evening gown hugged her body perfectly, highlighting her curvaceous figure.