The moment she spoke, Barbara realized something was amiss. How had the situation suddenly become her fault?
"Barbara, you wouldn't want Kate to look at you strangely and lose your job, would you?"
Aaron said with profound emphasis.
The more Barbara thought about it, the more wrong, and the stranger, it felt.
When you put it that way, why does it feel vaguely stimulating —oh no, is it guilt I'm feeling?
"Eh, actually, this isn't entirely your fault."
Right, this isn't my fault at all.
Just as Barbara thought this, Aaron continued, "After all, I'm handsome and rich, and I'm well-endowed. It's completely normal that you couldn't control yourself."
"If word gets out, everyone will actually understand."
"We are all adults now; there's no need to be shy or awkward about it."
Barbara: ???
So, after all this, I'm the one who schemed, I'm the one trying to marry into wealth?
"That's not how it is!"
"I understand!!"
Aaron nodded, looking like he understood everything. "No one understands better than I do how much a fledgling like you yearns to 'fly.' I can appreciate your thinking."
"Don't worry, I won't casually mention this to anyone."
"My contact information is in your phone. I'm leaving now; we'll talk later."
Aaron waved his hand, turned around, and walked away nonchalantly.
Barbara was livid. Why did Aaron act exactly like a client who pulls up his pants and walks away?
He's manipulating me!!
However, Barbara genuinely had no strength left.
She didn't even have the energy to curse at him.
She was dominated by Aaron the entire time, like a ragdoll.
Tossed casually into the air.
She felt like she was practicing gymnastics, reviewing every single routine she had ever learned.
For a brief moment,
Barbara suspected that Aaron was taking revenge on her.
Revenge for receiving orders to infiltrate Kate's side, to gather information and monitor Aaron.
Thus, his revenge had arrived, crazier than a wild bull.
But she had no evidence... Barbara wasn't wrong.
Aaron was indeed taking revenge on her.
Since she accepted the mission to monitor him, she was an enemy.
As an enemy, there was no need to be gentle or considerate, right?
Punishment!
She absolutely needed a harsh punishment!
To make her understand the severity of the consequences.
Today was only indirect contact and probing.
If there is a next time, it won't be as simple as today.
At the same time, Aaron had already decided that the Barbara lead could not be dropped; she was an excellent asset.
Whether he could successfully figure out the hidden treasures of S.H.I.E.L.D. depended entirely on her.
Time breeds affection, after all.
If once doesn't work, try twice. There will come a day when she is persuaded (slept with).
After all, that saying is very true: women are emotional!!
Aaron, refreshed, found Felicia and the other girl, who had already circled the area three times.
"Felicia, we're already starting our fourth lap. How much longer do we have to walk around?"
Kate had gone from initial excitement to utter numbness.
The fourth lap!
Do you know how much trauma this can cause a girl in her teens?
She was even starting to fear shopping; it was too terrifying!
Felicia snapped back to reality, understanding that physical fitness couldn't be generalized. She was no longer an ordinary person, but Kate was still a child.
"Shall we rest for a bit then?"
Kate breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to sit down, she looked up and saw Aaron. Her fatigue instantly vanished, and she rushed up excitedly.
"Aaron, did the villain admit his mistake? Felicia said you were teaching the villain a lesson."
Kate's face was alight with excitement.
Aaron quickly caught on and affirmed, "Of course. Who do you think I am? After a long lesson, the villain admitted defeat, apologized, and begged for mercy on his knees."
"Being a Superhero is truly exhausting; I toil day and night!"
Felicia nodded in strong agreement. Isn't that the truth? Working excessively day and night, that truly isn't a job for just anyone.
Kate said, "Oh," and waved her fist. "Then I'll help you punish the villains! When you run out of strength, I'll help you!"
Help with what? Help push? Kate, hurry up and push, Aaron is out of strength?
No, no, no, she should rephrase that. That sentence could never possibly apply to Aaron.
Felicia shook her head repeatedly.
"Ahem, it's all settled now, Kate. I also happened to have a friendly match with your teacher just now. She has deeply recognized her mistakes and will no longer force incorrect ideas upon you."
"If there's a next time, be sure to tell me, and I'll have another practical contest with her!"
Aaron declared righteously.
Kate nodded solemnly, blinking, as if she had taken everything to heart.
"Oh, right. Your teacher said she's a bit tired, so she won't have time to teach you fighting techniques this afternoon. Maybe tomorrow? Oh no, maybe in three days? She'll notify you then."
Aaron said vaguely.
Felicia's scalp tingled upon hearing this. Too vicious! Truly too brutal!
Kate was genuinely confused this time, but she didn't ask and simply nodded again.
"So, do you want to come shopping with us next?"
Aaron extended the invitation.
Kate's expression drastically changed. She subconsciously glanced at Felicia and repeatedly waved her hands, "No, I suddenly remembered, Mom just called me home for dinner. I have to go back!"
Having said that, Kate called her bodyguard, got into the car, and sped away.
Seeing this, Aaron didn't insist.
"Oh right, Boss, while you were busy 'punishing' the villain, Mr. Norman hopes to recruit another batch of experts in biochemistry and even physics from outside."
"Tell him I approve!"
Aaron granted it decisively, and at the same time thought, "Tell Norman that the company needs to bring in more wild, imaginative projects from other scientific research departments. If the people come, the projects can come too!"
"No matter how reliable they seem, I want to look through them."
This is Marvel, after all, where there is a lot of incredible black technology.
He heavily emphasized this point, adhering to the principle of rather making a mistake than letting a single thing slip by.
Norman is a smart man; he knows what Aaron means.
Felicia didn't understand, but she was sensible and forwarded the message exactly as it was.
On the other side,
Norman and his people were dealing with the car accident scene.
The company shares had already been transferred to Aaron's name through a lawyer, but this rolls-royce had not.
Watching his beloved car, which had been with him for some time, get scrapped like this, Norman's expression was complicated. "My car!!"
However, when he received Aaron's instructions, he didn't complain and immediately issued the orders faithfully.
Especially when instructing his subordinates to search for someone named Wade Wilson, he was practically gritting his teeth.
"The Boss said we must find him! As soon as possible!!"
Chapter 33: Revenge Doesn't Wait Overnight; Deadpool's Wonderful Night
"Oh damn! My darlings, you just left me forever like this. Heavens, this is the saddest story!"
In the Hell's Kitchen area of Manhattan, Deadpool was sighing mournfully, huddled in his small dog kennel.
Today was his unluckiest day.
He genuinely almost died.
And his beloved sword was swallowed too!
In that moment, Deadpool felt he might actually die!
So he decisively abandoned his beloved sword and retreated through the underground waterway.
"No way, my sword is gone. I can't just let this slide!"
"I must..."
Deadpool made a call. "I need to speak to Mr. Kennedy."
"Kennedy? Are you a family member? That's good, because after multiple rounds of rescue by our Doctor, Mr. Kennedy's head has been opened up, and we still couldn't save him. Please accept our condolences..."
"As for the rescue fees..."
"Please help me go give him the middle finger, and tell him, 'F*ck you!'"
Without waiting for the Doctor to finish, Deadpool hung up the phone.
But he immediately called back. Before the other party could speak, he quickly said, "Also, if you contact his relatives, notify me immediately! They can't owe money and not pay!"
"Otherwise, even if they run to Hell, I'll beat them up. No one can owe me money!"
This was a massive loss!
"My sword... my money... my precious darlings, oh no!!"
The mission wasn't completed, the sword was gone, he almost died, and the employer, Mr. Kennedy, had already had his head blown open.
"Very good, just like his ancestors. F*ck!"
Deadpool was still cursing loudly,
Suddenly his ears twitched. He looked keenly outside and subconsciously reached for his back.
Realizing his sword was gone, he immediately pulled out twin pistols from his back.
"Hey buddy, need any help?"
"Of course! Can I have your head?"
Deadpool's expression changed drastically. He fired continuous bullets while rushing toward a nearby window without hesitation.
However, Aaron was faster and kicked the door open.
Webs bound Deadpool at a tricky angle.