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

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"Know it!

I am not like you. I am a law-abiding citizen, not like a criminal like you!"

Fisk gently pinched her cheek, his fingertips greedily lingering on Mrs. Stacy's smooth cheek, not willing to let go.

After a long time, he said reluctantly: "I'm leaving first, don't miss me too much!" After that, he turned and left.

Mrs. Stacy suddenly seemed to remember something and whispered, "Don't forget the parent-teacher meeting next week!"

“I won’t forget it!

I would go even if it was the end of the world."

Mrs. Stacy chuckled.

Turned around and went home.

It's almost dawn and I'm sweating all over again.

She was going to take a shower and then make breakfast for Gwen.

When passing by Gwen's room.

Mrs. Stacy suddenly raised her eyebrows.

The door of the room was actually open.

Her heart trembled.

I muttered to myself, wondering if I would be discovered.

Turned and walked into the room.

The room was empty.

The bed was also empty.

Gwen was nowhere to be seen.

Mrs. Stacy suddenly felt a little scared.

Fortunately, the sound of flushing was heard from the bathroom not far away, and Gwen, in her pajamas, walked out of the bathroom with sleepy eyes and holding her stomach.

He kept mumbling as he walked, as if he had a stomachache and was complaining about what he had eaten last night.

Surprisingly, I didn't see Mrs. Stacy standing right in front of me.

It was not until I got closer that I found someone standing at the door of my room.

Gwen was startled, and only after seeing clearly who was standing in front of her did she say coquettishly, "Mom!" Gwen rubbed her eyes again and yawned deeply, "My stomach hurts. I think I ate something bad last night!"

Mrs. Stacy felt a little relieved.

He gently rubbed Gwen's head and said, "It's okay, it might be a minor cold, go back to sleep!

Cover yourself with the quilt.

In the morning, if your stomach still hurts.

I'll ask for leave for you and take you to the hospital for a checkup, okay?"

"Okay, Mom," Gwen said, yawning as she walked into the room.

It looks seamless.

However, Mrs. Stacy still narrowed her eyes.

Because she saw the black stain on Gwen's sleeve.

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"Boss, you have to pay overtime for working so early."

Ena Maynard yawned, her cigarette still half-extinguished.

Suddenly, she froze in place, especially when she saw that Fisk's face was also wrapped in thick white gauze. She asked in confusion, "Boss, are you playing a mummy?"

"Oh, mummy, I didn't see it!" Fisk rolled his eyes, "But the vampire did."

"Vampire?" Ena Maynard adjusted the rearview mirror and slowly started the car. She did not show any surprise, but said strangely: "Boss, you haven't turned into a vampire, have you?

I notice your skin is a little pale. Do you want us to find a church to exorcise the evil spirits?

Or, I drive faster.

After a while the rain stopped and the sun came out. "

Fisk rolled his eyes.

"A bunch of pedophiles are using the church as a tool to make money, cheating people in the name of God. I feel sick just getting close to them, let alone walking in."

Fisk touched the wound on his face with his fingers. It still hurt a little, but compared to that, it was much better.

In addition, there is a sense of tightness... This is probably because the surgical thread is tied around the wound.

That’s why there is this feeling of being pulled.

If an ordinary person had such a big wound on his face, he would probably be heartbroken. After all, even if it healed, the scar would be with him for the rest of his life.

However, Fisk didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Because he knew that after the wound healed completely, there would be no scar left.

Ena Maynard listened to Fisk's words and muttered in a voice that only she could hear: "You are really ungrateful, but you must not get into trouble. If you get into trouble, who will pay me?"

Ena Maynard thought her voice was very quiet, but Fisk was so upset that he snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense. How is the task I asked you to do going?"

Ena Maynard was a little sleepy at first.

After all, it wasn’t long since I fell asleep when I was woken up again to work overtime.

If it weren't for the dollar.

Ena Maynard would have complained to the union long ago.

Now, after hearing Fisk's words, he became much more sober, his eyebrows were dancing with joy, and his tone was full of uncontrollable joy: "Boss, we made a lot of money today!

The total amount is 31.4 million US dollars, all of which are old banknotes. They were produced by the printing factory at least six or seven years ago. They have been circulated between the market and banks at least more than 30 times. It is very difficult to trace. It is truly safe black gold.

Even if you take it out and use it casually, there is no way it can be identified! ”

"Why, there's an extra 1.4 million?"

Fisk raised his eyebrows. Monica told him that it was a total of 30 million, so how come there was an extra 1.4 million now?

Could it be that someone in the bank embezzled money?

Want to take advantage of the situation and send money out through the Italians' black money channel?

After brainstorming, Fisk didn't pursue the matter any further.

No matter who gave him this gift.

He ate the whole thing without caring.

One million and four hundred thousand dollars is no small sum.

It just so happens that Fisk is very short of money right now.

Now that Norma is dead, Monica will become the leader of the Italian Mafia. With the help of the Italian Mafia, expelling the Irish should no longer be a problem.

This unfortunate task is finally to be completed.

When Fisk thought of the mission, he was suddenly stunned.

He just killed a vampire.

That vampire seems to be one of the missions!

Thinking.

A colorful light suddenly appeared on Fisk's hand.

It's like the sun.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire back seat of the car.

However, Ena Maynard seemed to be completely blind to it and continued driving with excitement on her face.

She had never seen so many US dollars in her life... a full 30 million US dollars, piled up in the room, filling up the entire room.

Ena Maynard was even worried whether the floor could withstand the weight of the banknotes.

Be extremely careful when walking in it.