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Stark asked considerately, "Do you want to go out for some fresh air?"
"it is good……"
Coulson stood at the edge of the hall. He looked at Stark and Pepper who were walking towards the rooftop, then looked back at Lemu and Alice who were chatting animatedly. He had a wooden face and said nothing.
Whose fault is this?
All the joy and sorrow in the world are conserved. When someone is happy, someone else must be suffering. Therefore, it is the fault of those who are happy without permission.
On the rooftop.
Pepper frowned, trying to make her feelings clear to Stark.
"This is so weird!"
Stark tried to comfort her, "It's no big deal, we were just dancing."
Pepper didn't think so. She looked at Stark and was a little excited, so much so that she was gesticulating and talking incoherently.
"This is by no means a big deal... This is more than just dancing. You don't understand. You are not me."
"Everyone knows about your affairs with many women... Of course, they are no big deal, but you are my boss... You dance with me, and I am just like those women who want to be with you..."
Pepper's position as President Stark's secretary was not entirely due to the help of others, but she had her own abilities and means.
If it was based on her body, Stark wouldn't have considered her as a personal assistant, and it's even more impossible for him to leave her alone for so long.
Pepper has no intention of relying on or trying to please others for money or anything else. After all, she is a wealthy woman herself. Although she is not as rich as Stark, it is enough for her to live a life of luxury for several lifetimes.
Stark was helpless. This was too much of a fuss. "You're making things too complicated..."
"But, I'm wearing a skirt like this...we still..."
Pepper's voice became lower and lower, and it seemed that there was only each other in their sight. Some invisible gravity attracted the two people closer and closer.
They closed their eyes and put their cheeks together as if they were about to kiss.
At this moment, Pepper suddenly woke up. She looked blankly at Stark who was so close to her, "I... I want to drink a glass of wine..."
"Okay, I'll get it."
Stark nodded and walked quickly downstairs, his face expressionless and his movements swift.
He was a little panicked in his heart, trying to cover himself up in this way. He had played with bodies many times... but this was the first time he played with emotions...
on the way.
Before he reached the bar, Stark was stopped by a hot woman wearing a black suspender.
The woman's voice was filled with surprise, sarcasm, and unconcealed pleasure.
"Tony Stark! What a surprise to see you here."
Who is this?
Stark looked at her in confusion, and took one look at her, twice, "Hey! Carly…."
The woman corrected him, "Christine. You are very brave to be here tonight."
Stark had a one-night stand with this woman before he went to Afghanistan.
Then the next day he ruthlessly abandoned the woman with whom he had once enjoyed a romantic relationship.
She didn't even meet him, didn't even give him money, and let Pepper kick her out like garbage.
God knows how much psychological trauma this freeloading behavior has caused to Christine.
……
The following is Christine's mental journey when she returned home and looked in the mirror after being kicked out:
I'm Kristen, just a small reporter for Vanity Fair magazine.
That’s right, just like the name of my unit, I just like fame and fortune.
There's nothing wrong with that! Everyone likes money! We all do!
Paying a small, insignificant price for it—like sleeping with a rich guy—is no big deal.
It's just a matter of paying money and getting the goods, and it's a voluntary thing.
But young reporters also have self-esteem. I can sleep with rich men at will, but I absolutely do not want to be their bootlicker!
Being dumped and acting like nothing happened? Even licking their faces and following them around? Impossible!
How dare Tony Stark not pay me after toying with me!
I must take revenge!
……
Stark's face was distorted and he looked at Christine with some twitching.
Is there anything more fun than meeting a freeloader?
If anything, I also remembered the other person's name wrong.
Stark turned his face away, trying to ease the embarrassing situation. "Yes, I am panicking now."
Kristen sneered in her heart, but her face remained expressionless, "I mean, your company has recently released big news, you don't know about it, do you?"
"I haven't been in the company for the past few months. Haven't you heard about it?"
Of course Christine had heard of it, and she asked this on purpose.
Christine took out a few photos she had with her, which showed weapons with the Stark Industries logo.
The weapons in the photo are not in the hands of the US military or the UN forces, but in the hands of the Ten Commandments Gang, a well-known Afghan terrorist group.
She was planning to send it to Stark later, but she didn't expect to meet him here.
This is really... God grants our wishes.
"Is this what you call responsibility?"
Christine's sarcastic voice pierced people's hearts and was a little painful.
Half a year ago, Stark declared at a press conference that he would lead the company in a direction that was more in line with the interests of the country and the world.
And now...
Stark flipped through the photos, his face as gloomy as dead water.
There are four photos in total, ranging from tanks to missile vehicles, all of which are self-owned brands.
The slap in the face made a snapping sound.
Chapter 29. The distant war and what must be done
When Stark found Obadiah, he was outside dealing with reporters.
Stark had a gloomy face, raised the photos in his hand, and angrily questioned him, "Have you seen these? What's going on?"
The polite smile on Obadiah's face suddenly disappeared.
damn it!
Some of my subordinates were careless and did not remove the logos when shipping the goods, so they were accidentally photographed.
This matter just broke out yesterday, but I didn’t expect Stark to come to my door with photos today.
He thought that Tony Stark, who was indifferent to worldly affairs, would not know about this for the time being, and he had plenty of time to suppress the matter. Unexpectedly, Stark did not go out for several months, and it was such a coincidence when he went out.
He tried to comfort Stark, even though he knew it was useless to say anything. "Tony, listen to me, don't be so naive..."
Stark had no intention of compromising and interrupted Obadiah with gritted teeth.
"I'm pretty naive... Our company is doing shady deals, right? Is that your bottom line?"
The two stared at each other, neither giving in, like two wolves choosing who to eat. One was a lone wolf expelled from the pack, and the other was the new king of the pack.
Obadiah was the first to look away. It was not because he was afraid, but he just didn't want to fall out in public.
"Okay, okay, now it's photo time."
Reporters were waiting to take a frontal photo for the cover of the fund gala.
In front of the reporters, Stark had to cooperate if he didn't want any strange news to be spread.
Obadiah patted Stark's shoulder gently, put his arm around him and whispered, "Who do you think is against you returning to the company? It's me. This is the only way I can protect you."
Obadiah chuckled smugly.
Play with a person from beginning to end, and then tell him to his face in the end that I am playing with him, and the other person has no power to resist.
Is there anything more delightful than this?
After taking the photo, Obadiah walked on the red carpet and left surrounded by reporters. Stark stood there in a daze, staring at his back.
At this time, he was all alone and no one cared about him.
Christine, who was watching the whole process, smiled with satisfaction. The result was better than she expected.
She turned and left without even looking at the poor creature.
Billionaire? Genius?
It's just an innocent, immature, pitiful child.
Oh my... this feeling is so refreshing.
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When he saw Stark running out in a hurry, Lai Mu roughly guessed what had happened.
He could only say goodbye to Alice reluctantly, "I have something to do and need to leave first. See you next time."
Lai Mu and Alice hugged each other gently as a farewell...the elegant scent of jasmine filled the air.
He gave Alice the half-remaining bag of snacks and said, "Thank you for helping me so much just now."
Alice took it, rubbed Lai Mu's head with her hand, and smiled softly, "Thank you, little cutie. Don't get lost again next time."
Before going back, Lai Mu went to the rooftop first.