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

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The table was quickly filled with Thanksgiving dinner.

Fisk didn't want people to feel serious and restrained, so under his suggestion, the dining table was transformed into a buffet. Everyone could easily find the food and drinks they wanted to eat and drink, and Lester transferred the group's chef, which liberated the women who were busy in the kitchen.

However, at the moment, I am not very satisfied with tonight's dinner.

Of course, what made him feel this way was naturally that - "Turkey!"

"It tastes terrible!" Fisk shook the red wine glass in his hand and picked his teeth. The turkey was too tough.

He never understood why we have to eat turkey on Thanksgiving, just for the meaning of the festival? What a lunatic!

"father!"

Gwen came closer, and Fisk was so scared that he almost dropped his red wine glass when he heard the name. He first glanced at Mrs. Stacy, who was not far away, and then turned his attention back to Gwen. Just as he was about to say something, Gwen had already sat on Fisk's lap, leaning against Fisk's body very intimately.

She was wearing a white short skirt and a navel-baring sweater. The hem of the skirt was playfully placed above her thighs, and she was wearing white stockings that tightly wrapped around her legs, outlining the lines of her legs more beautifully, with a soft sheen under the light. Her abdominal muscles were particularly eye-catching and attractive, and her slightly immature breasts were slightly protruding.

Fisk's body instantly stiffened. He wanted to push Gwen away, but was afraid of attracting unnecessary attention. Mrs. Stacy was talking to someone else and didn't seem to notice the situation here, but Fisk knew that this situation had to be resolved as soon as possible.

"Gwen, what are you doing?" Fisk lowered his voice with a hint of warning in his eyes.

Gwen didn't seem to notice Fisk's discomfort. She blinked her big eyes and said innocently, "Mr. Fisk, I just want to get close to you. Today is Thanksgiving, we should be happy." As she spoke, Gwen kept twisting her butt, as if she was deliberately teasing Fisk. Her butt rubbed gently on Fisk's legs, and every twist brought a kind of immature temptation. The white short skirt also swayed slightly with her movements, and the white stockings looming under the skirt added a bit of ambiguous atmosphere.

Fisk's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. He tried to keep his expression calm, but he was panicking inside. He stole a glance at Mrs. Stacy again and found that she was still concentrating on talking to Mrs. Osborne, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Gwen, you can't do this. This is inappropriate behavior." Fisk's voice became even lower, almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Gwen leaned her head on Fisk's shoulder, and her breath gently brushed across Fisk's neck, warm and itchy.

"Mr. Fisk, why are you so serious? I just want to express my love for you." Her voice was as gentle as a kitten acting coquettishly, and her eyes sparkled with innocence and a hint of cunning.

"Gwen, you've grown up and need to know how to get along with others properly. Now, you get up first." Fisk tried to make his tone sound gentle and firm. However, Gwen seemed not to hear what Fisk said. Instead, she stretched out her hands, gently hugged Fisk's neck, and moved her body closer.

"Mr. Fisk, don't you like me like this?" Her lips pouted slightly, like a wronged child. Fisk's body tensed up even more, and he felt like an ant sitting on a hot pot, fidgeting.

Looking at Gwen who looked like a little devil, Fisk slowly turned sideways, shielding Gwen in his arms with his burly body, and then whispered, "Can we talk about it in the evening?"

"not good!"

Gwen shook her head decisively, "Mr. Fisk, I just saw what you did to Sister Maria in the kitchen.

But I didn’t tell anyone what happened. Am I being a good boy?”

Seeing that Fisk didn't respond, Gwen's smile became more cunning, and her little hand gently stroked Fisk's neck, as if she was playing with a favorite toy. "Mr. Fisk, if you don't want me to tell anyone about this, you have to agree to one condition of mine." Her voice was sweet, but to Fisk it sounded like the whisper of a devil.

Fisk took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Gwen, are you threatening me? This is not what a good child should do." He tried to use the majesty he had accumulated in the past to intimidate Gwen, but unfortunately, Gwen, who had the handle in her hand, simply regarded Fisk's majesty as...ignoring it.

Gwen smiled disapprovingly and said, "Mr. Fisk, I just want a little compensation. Look, I kept such a big secret for you." There was an unfathomable light in her eyes.

Fisk sighed helplessly, "What do you want?" He knew that he had fallen into Gwen's trap, but he had no choice but to go along with her wishes.

"So you promised me, Mr. Fisk?"

Fisk nodded, agreeing. At this moment, the sound of high-heeled footsteps came from the door, and everyone's attention was unconsciously drawn to it.

Justin was wearing a suit.

There was nothing special about him, but he seemed to have a smile on his face.

Justine and her daughter, who were following behind him, instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.

They wore almost identical evening gowns, and the similarity yet sharp contrast in their looks made them stand out in the crowd.

Mrs. Justin was wearing a black evening gown, which was like the darkest night, mysterious and noble. The material of the gown looked extremely sophisticated, and the delicate texture shone with a low-key luster under the light. The neckline was inlaid with a circle of tiny diamonds, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, which twinkled as she walked.

The hem of the skirt was in a fishtail shape, which perfectly outlined her graceful figure. With every step she took, the hem of the skirt swayed gently like flowing black silk.

Justine's evening dress is white, pure as the first snow, emitting a holy light. The white dress also has an exquisite design, with the tulle on the shoulders appearing and disappearing, like light clouds. A silver ribbon is tied at the waist of the dress, tied into a beautiful bow, adding a bit of elegance. The length of the skirt is just to the ankle, revealing her slender calves when she walks.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the stockings on their legs. Mrs. Justin wore white stockings on her legs, which tightly wrapped her legs and were particularly eye-catching against the black dress, like a bright light in the dark.

Justine was wearing black stockings on her legs, which formed a sharp contrast with her white dress, like ink marks on the snow. This sense of contrast strongly impacted Fisk's visual senses.

Gwen immediately started to mutter, her pink lips opening and closing quickly like a goldfish blowing bubbles, making a series of unclear sounds of dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, as if she sensed something, she looked at Fisk with a strange smile on her face. The corner of her mouth first slightly raised, with a mysterious smile, as if she had discovered some incredible secret.

Then, that smile seemed to be frozen. The curve of the corners of the mouth became stiff and weird, and there was an indescribable light flashing in the eyes, which was cunning after success.

"Mr. Fisk, do you like their stockings?"

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Justin seemed to be in high spirits. After all, it seemed that he had made the right bet, and the momentum of Stark Industries' stock plunge could not be stopped at all. He used a large amount of funds to short Stark Industries' stocks. Every time he saw the downward curve of the stock market, his eyes flashed with excitement, as if he saw not cold numbers, but piles of gold coins.

In this capital game, Justin felt like a skilled chess player, and Stark Industries was his prey on the chessboard. He made careful arrangements, using various market news and economic conditions to cleverly push Stark Industries' stock prices down. Not only did he invest most of his own funds, he also united some small shareholders who were eyeing Stark Industries, forming a powerful short-selling force.

However, he also knew that Stark Industries was not completely defenseless. But under the current circumstances, he firmly believed that he had an absolute advantage.

Besides, he wanted to earn more.

The main purpose of his coming here today was to borrow money from Fisk.

Justin knew that if he wanted to gain more benefits from Stark Industries' stock, he would need more capital injection to expand his short-selling scale. He had already invested most of the funds he could mobilize, but greed was like an invisible hand, driving him to seek more capital.

So, he decided to take another gamble. Although he knew that borrowing money from Fisk again was like seeking the skin of a tiger, he could not care too much in the face of the temptation of huge benefits. Justin adjusted his breathing, trying to make himself look more confident and calm, and then walked towards the direction of Fisk. The lively party atmosphere around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He kept thinking about how to convince Fisk to lend him money.

When he walked up to Fisk, Fisk was holding a glass of red wine, shaking the glass slightly, and the deep red liquid was sparkling with a charming luster under the light.

Justin forced a smile, cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Fisk, I want to talk to you about something very important. You also know my current operation on Stark Industries stock. It is simply a great opportunity to make money. I have already made a lot of profits from it, but I want to make this pie bigger." Fisk listened quietly, with a barely perceptible light flashing in his eyes.

Justin continued, "However, I currently lack sufficient funds to further expand my operations. Mr. Fisk, you have always been a very visionary and courageous businessman. I believe you can see the huge potential behind this project.

So, I want to lend you some money. This money may be just a small investment for you, but the return it brings will be amazing. "

Fisk raised his eyebrows and smiled. There seemed to be a lot of hidden meaning in that smile: "Borrow money? No problem, what I like most is to help my friends, but... Mr. Justin, you can't get something for nothing. You have to... exchange it for the remaining shares of Hammer Group."

Justin's face changed slightly. Half of the shares of Hammer Group had already been taken away. The remaining shares were like the flesh and blood of his heart. They were the result of his hard work for many years. But when he thought of the huge potential gains of Stark Industries' shares, he hesitated again. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Fisk, the shares of Hammer Group are very important to me. You know this.

Could you change the terms?

For example, I can give you a higher interest rate or other collateral."

Fisk shook his head slightly, his eyes became firm. "Mr. Justin, I am not interested in other collateral. Although the current scale of Hammer Group is not as large as that of Stark Industries' closed arms department, it is foreseeable that Hammer Group will surpass Stark Industries in the future. If you want to get money from me to short Stark Industries, you have to show enough sincerity. If it were not for our past friendship, I don't think I would have proposed such a seemingly generous condition..."

Fisk's tone gradually became more persuasive. He certainly hoped that Justin would make such an offer.

Justin's heart was like the sea swept by a storm, turbulent and chaotic. He knew that Hammer Group was the result of his years of hard work. Those days and nights of hard work and the competition with countless competitors made Hammer Group what it is today. But the huge profit temptation brought by the decline of Stark Industries' stock was like the song of the siren, constantly echoing in his ears, stirring the greed in his heart.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes kept switching between hesitation and determination. Fisk looked at him quietly, like an old fox waiting for his prey to take the bait, not missing any subtle expression. Justin felt as if he was in a huge whirlpool, everything around him was spinning, and only Fisk's words were like a spell, constantly echoing in his mind.

"Mr. Fisk, you have to know that Hammer Group is everything to me. If I give you the remaining shares, it would be like handing my own future over to you." Justin tried to make a final struggle, his voice filled with a hint of reluctance and helplessness.

Fisk just sneered, "Mr. Justin, the future is full of risks and opportunities. If you give me your shares today, maybe tomorrow you can earn back ten Hammer Groups from Stark Industries' shares. This is a gamble, and you have always been a businessman who dares to take risks, right?"

Justin clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. The pain made him sober up a little. He began to re-examine his situation. Although Stark Industries' stock seemed to be falling, was there any unknown variable hidden in it? If he lost his shares in Hammer Group, once he failed in Stark Industries' stock, he would be left with nothing. However, if he gave up this opportunity now, he would always regret not seizing this opportunity that could make him rich overnight.

Fisk saw Justin's hesitation and added fuel to the fire. "Mr. Justin, I can give you some time to think about it, but this opportunity doesn't wait. Stark Industries' stock is changing every moment. Maybe there will be a new turn in the next second. By then, it will be too late for you to join."

Justin's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his breathing became rapid. He looked up at the people around him. Everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere of Thanksgiving, but he was standing alone at this crossroads of fate. He knew that no matter what decision he made, it would change the trajectory of his life. He closed his eyes, as if looking for a hint of guidance in the darkness. After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Mr. Fisk, I accept your terms." Justin's voice was not loud, but it was full of determination. He knew that this was a big gamble, and he had no way out.

Fisk showed a satisfied smile on his face and extended his hand. "Mr. Justin, it's a pleasure to work with you. I hope we can both get what we want from this transaction."

Justin held Fisk's hand, which he felt was both the key to wealth and a sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

"We must...win!"

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Chapter 233 Vanessa?

"crazy!"

"All crazy!"

Fisk muttered and tried to laugh.

Just received a phone call.

He originally thought that only speculators like Justin would want to make a killing in the stock market, earn a fortune, or even change his fate. He didn't expect that even Ross, the Army Chief of Staff, would borrow money from him to speculate in stocks. This must be said to be a bit too abstract.

"Does he think that the stock market is his battlefield and that wealth can roll in with just a single order?" Fisk shook his head and sat back behind his luxurious desk, tapping his fingers on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

He borrowed the money.

There was no reason not to lend it, and he wasn't worried that Ross wouldn't be able to pay it back.

However, it was obvious that this "feast" of Stark Industries was wider than he had imagined.

According to the current situation.

Even if Stark admits that he is the boss of the Federal Reserve and prints the US dollars himself, he probably cannot save the stock of Stark Industries. In just a few days, including Thanksgiving Day, the stock of Stark Industries has dropped to one-tenth of its original price and is still falling. The original behemoth has now shrunk to the stock price of an ordinary listed company.

However...what Fisk learned from Stark was not the case. Although the stock of Stark Industries was falling, the real estate of Stark Industries did not shrink accordingly.

What no one knew was that among the speculators who were shorting the stock was Stark himself! Stark Industries had also stopped issuing new shares, which meant that every time you bought one less stock on the market, Tony Stark was shorting the stock while buying up stocks at extremely low prices.

Fisk sat in a dim office, with data on Stark Industries' stock flashing on the computer screen in front of him. The green numbers kept jumping, as if telling the current decline of this once glorious company. But Fisk knew that there was a huge conspiracy behind Stark.

"This Stark is such a cunning guy," Fisk said softly, with a barely perceptible smile on his face. He knew very well how powerful Stark's move was. By shorting his own company's stock, Stark took advantage of the panic in the market and pushed the stock price down to an extremely low level. When the investors who were unaware of the situation saw the stock price continue to fall, they sold their stocks one after another in an attempt to reduce their losses, but they didn't know that they were walking step by step into Stark's trap.

At the same time, Stark quietly bought up a large number of these stocks that were sold at low prices in the market. He used his understanding of the company's real business situation to clearly know that the true value of these stocks was far greater than the current stock price. Once he completed this operation, he would regain control of most of the company's shares and privatize the company at a very low cost.

The privatization of a public company - Tony Stark looks ready to kick out all the board members.

However, this has nothing to do with Fisker.

Although he also joined in this game,

But I didn't join in the fun.

However, he lent out a lot of money, and except for Ross's share, he charged interest on the rest. So even if he didn't attend this feast, he would still make a lot of money.

Mrs. Stacy had no interest in stock trading. But she had recently developed a new interest, which was to attend art exhibitions. She began to frequently visit galleries and art exhibitions, as if she had found a new world in the paintings. In her eyes, each painting was a unique story, whether it was the blending of colors or the outline of lines, which could immerse her in it.

After hearing this, Fisk felt a little curious.

In his impression, Mrs. Stacy had always been a pragmatic person who had never shown much enthusiasm for things in the artistic field.