"You know, I don''t care much about the company''s affairs now. I basically leave it to miss Potts to deal with..."


    "Oh, I was lucky to meet Miss Potts at a charity event. I have to say that she is really a powerful woman who is not inferior to men! I really hope my company has talents like Miss Potts."


    "Hahaha, I guess you''ll find it..."


    The conversation between Norman Osborne and Tony Stark was particularly harmonious.


    Perhaps the capital leaders at this level are all human beings, who will use all resources to narrow the distance between each other.


    Of course, including verbal flattery


    Just as Stark''s vanity was proud of Osborne''s implicit flattery, a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside them:


    "What are you talking about? So happy."


    When stark and Osborne turned around, it was Leon, their common friend and owner.


    "Hey! Isn''t this our most handsome villa owner?! come here!"


    With a bang, stark raised his glass and gently touched the glass in Lyon''s hand.


    Then stark stretched out his index finger, pointed to Leon and raised his eyebrows:


    "By the way, the party was great!"


    Looking at Sonny''s funny move, Lyon couldn''t help but pull the corners of his mouth, looked at him "kindly" and asked:


    "Are you praising me or yourself?"


    Tony, who knew that he had arranged the preparations for the party, pretended to be "Wow! This party was very good!"


    Stark didn''t boast at all. He spread his hands, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said:


    "Of course... Praise us!"


    While talking, stark took a step forward, ran over Leon''s shoulder, leaned close to his ear and said softly:


    "Thank God you saved me! I''ll leave it to you. I''ll go somewhere else..."


    With that, he put on a smiling face, raised the glass with only a little left in his hand, and said to Osborne:


    "Sorry, I''ll get a drink. Excuse me first."


    "Of course."


    After raising his glass to stark and watching him leave, Osborne turned his head and looked at Lyon.


    "It seems that your relationship is better than I thought. It''s so good that I feel jealous as a partner..."


    Hearing Osborne''s slightly teasing words, Lyon smiled, shrugged and said:


    "What can I say?"


    "What about us? Are we friends?"


    Looking at Osborne, who seemed unintentional but deliberately tempted, Lyon raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the "Norman Osborne, favor: enthusiasm" displayed on the other party''s head, then put on a surprised expression and asked:


    "Norman, are you kidding?"


    They had a very tacit understanding, and then looked at each other and smiled,


    Although they rarely meet, as partners and neighbors, their relationship has been maintained well.


    Both see each other as a very worthy object to make friends with.


    Osborne is mainly for interests and contacts.


    As for what Lyon is for, only he knows


    Standing in a corner of the hall, they were chatting. Leon seemed to think of something and suddenly said:


    "By the way, I heard from Oliver that you seem to have made great progress in the cross racial genetic project recently. It seems that Osborne''s share price will rise again..."


    Hearing the speech, Osborne''s green eyes flashed a trace of essence.


    Then the long and thin face moved slightly and said as if nothing had happened:


    "Yes, this project has been going on for several years, and it''s almost time to make some progress. However, according to Dr. Curtis''s speculation, it''s still some time before the technology is fully mature. I don''t dare to be too optimistic about it."


    Nodding, Leon couldn''t help comforting:


    "Scientific research always needs time, and time is often what we lack most, don''t you think?"


    "Yes..."


    Osborne''s sigh was vaguely mixed with a trace of helplessness and urgency.


    。。。。。。


    While Lyon and Osborne were discussing the next cooperation project, they walked through the hall to stark in front of the bar, knocked the table twice with their fingers, and then said to the waiter''s little brother:


    "Give me a scotch. I''m dying of thirst..."


    "Hey, Tony!"


    The voice suddenly came from his side, so stark couldn''t help but turn around and follow the direction.


    I saw James rod in a gray suit standing in front of him.


    "Oh, man, I didn''t even notice you! Maybe you''re too dark..."


    Rod didn''t seem to be in the mood to pay attention to Stark''s joke, but whispered:


    "Listen, Tony, I have something I need to talk to you alone. I''d better not be here."


    "Uh..."


    Looking at the serious look on his friend''s face, stark unconsciously restrained his smile, raised his eyebrows and asked:


    "Is it very important?"


    Upon hearing the speech, rod nodded and said solemnly:


    "Very important!"


    After taking the whisky handed over by the service brother, stark reached out and patted his friend on the shoulder, "well, let''s go out and get some air..."


    As soon as the voice fell, they walked towards the side door of the villa.


    Through the corridor, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and they came to the outdoor garden.


    Once the door is closed, the quiet outdoor and the lively indoor are like two different worlds, which are instantly isolated.


    In Stark''s ear, except for the "rustle" of flowers and plants, there was only the noisy wind.


    Feeling the breeze, before stark sat down on the garden bench, rod''s voice came behind him:


    "Right here."


    Looking back, in the dim moonlight, stark looked at his friend standing where he was without saying a word, and suddenly something wrong came into his heart.


    With a slight frown, stark put his glass on the table, stepped forward and asked:


    "Rod, are you okay? How do you feel strange..."


    Hearing the speech, rod raised his mouth and showed an inexplicable smile.


    "I''m fine, but you don''t have to..."


    This meaningful word, like a thunder, shocked Stark''s heart!


    The next moment, he seemed to think of something. The pupils of his eyes suddenly widened and his legs twisted, so he was about to turn around!


    At the moment of his sudden turn, a crimson streamer came face-to-face, directly through his temples on both sides and into his brain!


    The next moment, Stark''s eyes flashed a red light