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

"Really?" Fisk's smile was full of disdain. "I always regard price as a gift. If possible, I hope the gift you give me is to use this pair of lace thongs as a strapping tape!"

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the sound of silk tearing, the sound seemed particularly harsh in this silent space. It was like something beautiful was ruthlessly destroyed, and it was like the last dignity was cruelly trampled.

The delicate thong was instantly shattered into pieces by Fisk's rough action, and the tearing sound seemed to be its painful wail.

Fisk's voice was filled with pity.

His expression looked like a child who had lost his favorite toy.

"It's broken. What a shame! I was planning to keep it!"

"Come on, Miss Trophy, I heard that saliva is the best adhesive, help me see if it can still be glued."

"You...you bastard...uuuuu...you!" Vanessa wanted to curse angrily, but before she could finish her words, she could no longer speak.

Chapter 238 Please, Madam, can you be normal?

"Boom!"

Fisk felt amazing.

He had never experienced this feeling before.

After all, the scenes he had experienced had at most only involved four people.

But here...he actually felt hundreds of completely different feelings.

There is really no way to describe this feeling in words.

The only feeling.

Maybe it's just amazing.

Fisk threw it away.

Vanessa was thrown to the ground like a dead dog. Her body made a dull sound when it hit the ground. Her originally gorgeous black evening dress was now in tatters and scattered around her. Her hair became messy, and a few strands of hair covered her face. Her expression at the moment could not be seen clearly, but her slightly trembling body revealed her inner fear and unwillingness.

The melodious dance music continued to play. The melody flowed slowly in this strange space like running water, but it could not bring a bit of relaxation to this tense and dangerous atmosphere.

The surrounding environment did not change at all. Fisk now roughly understood that the place he was in could be seen as a spiritual world to some extent, but this spiritual world was not independent, but actually existed in the dream world and was connected to the forest of flowers and plants outside.

The relationship between the two is more like complementing each other.

However, all this comes at a price.

This is different from the real world, which is why Vanessa needs to look for prey so vigorously, because only a continuous and large amount of prey can sustain this place.

A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Fisk grabbed Vanessa's head, his eyes revealing coldness: "Now, you should know who I'm looking for. Let them out, or you want to do it again, Ms. Vanessa." His voice was low and oppressive, like a warning from the depths of hell.

A trace of fear flashed across Vanessa's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by stubbornness. She gritted her teeth and tried to break free from Fisk's control, but found that she had no power to resist the man's strength: "Fisk, don't be complacent, do you think you can find them so easily?" Her voice was a little hoarse, with a strong sense of unwillingness.

Fisk's face darkened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Vanessa's head and pressed her hard to the ground. Vanessa's face hit the hard ground, making a dull sound, and she groaned in pain. Fisk had no mercy at all. He raised his foot, and his bare foot slowly fell down, stepping on Vanessa's head, pressing her face deeper into the ground.

Fisk's bronze soles slowly covered Vanessa's cheeks, and the lines on the soles of his feet were clearly visible. His toes were slightly bent, as if he was grasping the ground tightly, while also pressing Vanessa's face tightly. Vanessa could clearly feel the warmth and pressure from the soles of his feet. Her skin was pushed to the ground little by little, and the contours of her cheeks began to deform under the pressure.

As Fisk gradually applied force, his soles completely pressed against Vanessa's cheeks. Vanessa's mouth was forced to press against the ground, and breathing became increasingly difficult. She felt as if her cheekbones were about to be crushed, and the pain quickly spread from her cheeks to her entire head. Fisk's soles slightly rotated on her cheeks, and the rough lines on the soles of his feet left shallow marks on her delicate skin, as if wantonly trampling on her dignity.

Vanessa's body trembled slightly, humiliation and anger intertwined in her heart. But she could not break free from Fisk's control and could only let him humiliate her.

"I'm not negotiating with you now, I'm ordering you to release them right now, right now." Fisk's voice was as cold as ice, full of unquestionable majesty. He stepped hard on Vanessa's head, as if to show her his absolute control.

Vanessa's heart was filled with despair, she knew she had no way out. But she was still unwilling to give in, she gritted her teeth, trying to find a chance to resist.

However, her efforts seemed powerless in the face of Fisk's powerful strength.

Vanessa still refused to give in. She clenched her teeth, her eyes revealing stubbornness and unyielding. Fisk looked at her unwillingness to give in, and his anger grew even stronger. He raised his other foot and mercilessly stepped on Vanessa's smooth back covered with red marks.

The moment the bare foot landed, Vanessa's body shook violently. She could clearly feel Fisk's weight being transferred to her back through the foot, bringing an unbearable sense of pressure. As Fisk shifted his center of gravity slightly, a creaking sound continued to be heard, as if Vanessa's dignity was being crushed bit by bit.

Vanessa's face showed a painful expression, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her lips trembled slightly because of pain.

She didn't understand, this was clearly her spiritual world, but for some reason, she had no way to leave. She felt like she was trapped in an inescapable cage, allowing Fisk to trample on her dignity and body at will.

"Oh, it seems that our Ms. Vanessa is still a lady with a strong spirit. In this case, how about we change the way we play?" As soon as Fisk finished speaking, his feet slowly moved forward.

Vanessa's face suddenly turned ugly, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, as if some unspeakable secret was touched deep in her heart. Her brows were slightly wrinkled, and the muscles on her face were unconsciously tense. The expression of shame and anger spread across her face like a burning flame. She seemed to think of some unbearable past events, and her eyes revealed complex emotions, anger, helplessness, and a subtle fear.

Suddenly, several large oil paintings appeared in the distance. They were like mysterious scrolls, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. The colors in the paintings were bright and rich, and every stroke seemed to contain endless stories. All of the paintings were people dressed in medieval costumes. They were wearing gorgeous clothes, wearing exquisite headdresses, and holding various ancient utensils in their hands. Their faces were lifelike, as if they could walk out of the paintings at any time.

Fisk didn't care about the paintings at first; his attention was completely focused on Vanessa.

However, he soon discovered that many of the characters in these paintings looked familiar.

His eyes swept back and forth among those characters, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

Especially the woman with golden light all over her body. Her figure was as dazzling as the sun, and it was impossible to ignore her. If Fisk was not mistaken, it should be Sister Maria. Fisk's face suddenly turned ugly.

Vanessa seemed to sense something and suddenly turned her head. Her movements were quick and agile, like a frightened deer.

There was a trace of anxiety in her eyes, and she said with a slightly trembling voice: "Don't worry, they are all fine. They have just temporarily merged into the world of the painting. It will take a long time before they stay in the dreamland forever. They can't leave. This painting is not finished yet. You can't do this. Take your feet away, no, they are already swollen..."

Vanessa's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a murmur. Her face turned pale, like a bloodless white paper, and tears could not stop flowing from the corners of her eyes.

At the same time, visible ripples appeared on the distant painting. The ripples spread out like water waves, spreading in circles. The figures in the painting seemed to be affected by some force and began to sway slightly. Then, one by one, women walked out of the painting.

They were dressed in medieval costumes, their faces were beautiful and dignified, but there was a hint of confusion and fear in their eyes. Their steps were a little staggering, as if they had just woken up from a long dream.

One after another, women dressed in medieval costumes seemed to have walked out from the long river of history. Their appearance filled the entire space with a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

Fisk's figure disappeared from Vanessa's body like lightning, leaving only a vague afterimage in the air. Then, he rushed to the side of the painting at an amazing speed, and his eager look was like he was rushing towards the flame of hope.

He stretched out his hands and held a woman steadily. The woman was Mrs. Stacy, who was dressed like a medieval noblewoman, and her gorgeous clothes seemed to tell an ancient story.

Her hair was carefully piled up, dotted with sparkling gems, her face was painted with exaggerated makeup, the bright colors were like blooming flowers, her eyebrows were slender and curved like crescent moons, dark eyeshadow was applied around her eyes, making her eyes more profound and mysterious, and her lips were painted with bright red lipstick, like a burning flame.

Every detail about her exudes the luxury and nobility unique to that era, but at this moment, her eyes are full of confusion and fear, as if she had just woken up from a terrible nightmare.

"Fisk...where am I?"

It wasn’t just Mrs. Stacy.

Soon many people regained consciousness.

The last person to come out was Sister Maria, who was dressed like a saint.

She was still emitting a golden glow all over her body, but the light was very weak compared to that in the oil painting.

Fisk also reached out to support her, then pointed to Vanessa who was lying on the ground like a dead dog not far away and said, "You should ask her about this question. She was the one who brought you here." The women were a little confused, but when they saw Vanessa's face clearly, they all seemed to wake up and showed shy and angry expressions.

Fisk was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked at Mrs. Stacy with a strange expression. Mrs. Stacy in his arms rolled her eyes and said in a very low voice: "This woman is a lesbian!" Fisk immediately understood. No wonder she only collected women. It turned out that this guy was a lesbian. Didn't he just successfully help her correct her sexual orientation?

I really have done so much good.

Fisk's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a slightly teasing smile. "I didn't expect this to happen. It seems that Ms. Vanessa has many secrets." His eyes turned to Vanessa again. At this time, Vanessa was lying on the ground, in a miserable state, and she had completely lost her previous arrogance.

However, Fisk was stunned immediately afterwards.

Why do all the women look so excited?

Could it be... A sinister look flashed in Fisk's eyes.

Vanessa seemed to sense something.

The body lying on the ground was shaking violently.

It's like being targeted by a natural enemy.

However, in front of so many people, Fisk was not prepared to continue "helping her!"

Instead, he led all the women towards the oil paintings not far away. These paintings, which showed different scenes of New York from all aspects, were doors leading to reality. Most of the women here entered this dream world through these doors of paintings.

Therefore, you can go through these doors and also leave from here.

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The missing person case that affected the entire New York was finally solved.

However, not all victims were successfully found. Many of them were left in the dream world forever because of too long time. Their souls and consciousness had become Vanessa's nourishment. Therefore, even if their bodies were brought back, they were nothing more than vegetables and zombies.

Fortunately, Fisk successfully brought back many women, especially Mrs. Stacy. But what puzzled Fisk the most was how Ena Maynard was brought into the world of the painting. Later, Mrs. Stacy gave an explanation.

When Ena Maynard went to visit Mrs. Stacy, she happened to see this painting. Because it was beautiful, Vanessa grabbed it - Vanessa is really not picky about food!

Mrs. Stacy also shook her head helplessly, shocked by Vanessa's crazy behavior.

She looked at the rescued women with eyes full of pity and worry. Although those once radiant women were out of danger, traces of fear still remained on their faces, and their eyes revealed deep fatigue and trauma.

Mrs. Stacy felt a strong sense of responsibility as a doctor. She knew that the fear and trauma these women experienced in the world of the paintings could not be healed in a short time. It was a nightmare that penetrated the soul and would require a long time and careful care to gradually heal.

"We have to make sure these women get the best care and treatment possible," Mrs. Stacy told Fisk, her voice firm and steady, with an unquestionable determination.

"They have been through a horrific nightmare and we cannot allow them to come to any further harm.

The pain they have endured in the world of paintings is already heavy enough. Now that we have returned to reality, we must provide them with a safe space so that they can heal their wounds in peace and regain the courage and hope for life. "

Fisk nodded slightly, his eyes also full of concern: "Then it's just right to arrange for you to go to New York First People's Hospital. It will help you boost your performance." Fisk showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, trying to ease the heavy atmosphere.

"But you don't have any problems yourself, do you?"

His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Stacy, observing her expression carefully.

He knew that Mrs. Stacy had also experienced a great shock in this incident.

Although she appeared strong and calm, her inner trauma might be no less than those women who were rescued. Fisk was worried that she neglected her own physical and mental health while taking care of others.

"How can such a small thing defeat me? But...you can't let that woman go so easily!"

"of course!"

Chapter 239: It doesn’t matter if the stock market crashes, you still have a wife and daughter, right?

The New York disappearance case ended quietly, like a mysterious drama that ended quietly. This case did not attract much attention except for a certain degree of momentum in a small circle.

After all, those who disappeared were all wealthy women or wealthy wives. They usually lived in luxury and comfort, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them and the lives of ordinary people.

When these missing people were found, they were all wearing elegant and luxurious clothes, but those were not the clothes they were wearing when they disappeared.

This situation concerns their reputation.

Therefore, a huge invisible hand quietly suppressed the matter, allowing everything to return to calm, and eventually big things became small and small things disappeared.