The moment she said it, Barbara felt something was wrong. How had it become her problem instead?
"Barbara, you wouldn't want Kate to look at you strangely and lose your job, would you?"
Aaron said earnestly.
The more Barbara thought about it, the more wrong and strange it seemed.
When you put it that way, why does it feel like a strange thrill, oh no, a guilty conscience?
"Hey, actually, it's not your fault."
Right, it's not my fault at all.
Just as Barbara thought this, Aaron continued, "After all, I'm handsome, rich, and well-endowed. It's perfectly normal for you to lose control."
"If word gets out, everyone would actually understand."
"We're all adults, there's no need to be coy."
Barbara: ???
So, after all this, it was me who had ulterior motives, me who was trying to climb the social ladder?
"It's not like that!"
"I understand!!"
Aaron nodded, as if he understood everything. "No one understands better than I do how much a fledgling like you yearns to 'fly.' I can comprehend your thoughts."
"Don't worry, I won't casually mention it."
"My contact information is in your phone. I'm leaving now; I'll be in touch later."
Aaron waved his hand and walked away with a flourish.
Barbara was furious. Why did Aaron act so much like a john who pulled up his pants and left?
He's gaslighting me!!
However, Barbara was truly out of strength.
She didn't even have the energy to curse.
She had been completely dominated by Aaron, like a rag doll.
Tossed around at will.
She felt like she was practicing gymnastics, reviewing all the gymnastic moves she had ever learned.
For a moment,
Barbara suspected that Aaron was getting revenge on her.
Revenge for receiving orders to infiltrate Kate's side and monitor Aaron.
So, his revenge had come, more insane than a wild bull.
But she had no proof... Barbara's thoughts were correct.
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 so gentle, right?
Punishment!
A harsh punishment was necessary!
To make her understand the severity of the consequences.
Today was only indirect contact and probing.
If there was a next time, it wouldn't be as simple as today.
At the same time, Aaron had already decided that Barbara's line couldn't be abandoned; she was an excellent tool.
Whether he could successfully figure out the hidden treasures of S.H.I.E.L.D. depended on her.
Love grows over time, doesn't it?
If once isn't enough, try twice. Eventually, she'll be persuaded (slept with).
After all, that saying is very true: women are emotional!!
Aaron, feeling refreshed, found Felicia and Kate, who had been strolling around the vicinity three times.
"Felicia, we're already on our fourth lap. How much longer do we have to walk?"
Kate had gone from initial excitement to current numbness.
A fourth lap!
Do you know what kind of trauma that can inflict on a ten-year-old girl?
She was even starting to dread shopping; it was too terrifying!
Felicia snapped out of it, realizing that not everyone's physical stamina was the same. 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 vanished instantly, and she excitedly rushed over.
"Aaron, did the bad guy apologize? Felicia said you were teaching the bad guy a lesson."
Kate's face was full of excitement.
Aaron quickly reacted and affirmed, "Of course! And who do you think I am? After a long lesson, the bad guy has admitted defeat, apologized, and begged for mercy."
"Being a superhero is truly exhausting, working day and night!"
Felicia nodded in agreement. Isn't it? Working excessively day and night, this is truly not a job for just anyone.
Kate said, "Oh," and waved her fist, "Then I'll help you teach bad guys a lesson in the future! When you're out of strength, I'll help you!"
Help with what? Help push? Kate, push faster, is Aaron out of strength?
No, no, no, that should be rephrased. That sentence could never apply to Aaron.
Felicia shook her head repeatedly.
"Ahem, it's all right now, Kate. Just now, I also had a friendly sparring match with your teacher. She has deeply realized her mistakes and will no longer force erroneous ideas upon you."
"If there's a next time, remember to tell me, and I'll have another real showdown with her!"
Aaron said righteously.
Kate nodded solemnly, her eyes blinking, as if she had taken it all in.
"Oh, by the way, your teacher said she was a bit tired, so she won't have time to teach you combat techniques this afternoon. Maybe tomorrow? Oh no, probably in three days? She'll notify you then."
Aaron said uncertainly.
Felicia's scalp tingled upon hearing this. Too brutal! Absolutely savage!
Kate was genuinely confused this time, but she didn't ask, nodding again.
"So, are you going to go shopping with us next?"
Aaron extended an invitation.
Kate's expression drastically changed. She subconsciously glanced at Felicia and waved her hands repeatedly, "No, I suddenly remembered, Mom just called me home for dinner, I have to go back!"
With that, Kate called her bodyguard, got in the car, and sped off.
Seeing this, Aaron didn't insist.
"By the way, boss, while you were busy 'disciplining' the bad guy, Mr. Norman hopes to recruit another batch of biochemistry and even physics experts from outside."
"Tell him, I approve!"
Aaron readily agreed, and after some thought, added, "Tell Norman that the company needs to bring in more far-fetched projects from other research initiatives. Bring the people, and the projects can come too!"
"Regardless of whether they're reliable or not, I want to see them all."
After all, this is Marvel, with many incredible black technologies.
Adhering to the idea of rather being mistaken than letting anything slip, he emphasized this point.
Norman was a smart man and knew what he meant.
Felicia didn't understand, but she was very sensible and forwarded the message verbatim.
On the other side,
Norman and his team were dealing with the accident scene.
The company's shares had already been transferred to Aaron's name by a lawyer, but this Rolls-Royce had not.
Looking at his beloved car, which had been with him for some time, now scrapped, Norman's face was complex. "My car!!"
However, when he received Aaron's notification, he had no complaints and immediately gave faithful instructions.
Especially when instructing his subordinates to find someone named Wade Wilson, he almost gritted his teeth.
"The boss said, we must find him! As soon as possible!!"
Chapter 33: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold, Deadpool's Wonderful Night
"Oh damn! My darlings, you've left me forever, oh my god, this is simply the saddest story!"
In the Hell's Kitchen area of Manhattan, Deadpool was holed up in his tiny doghouse, sighing.
Today was his unluckiest day.
He almost died, just barely.
And his beloved katanas were swallowed!
In that instant, Deadpool felt like he might truly die!
So he decisively abandoned his beloved katanas and retreated through the sewers.
"No, my katanas are gone, I can't just let this go!"
"I'm going to..."
Deadpool dialed a number. "I need to speak to Mr. Kennedy."
"Kennedy? Are you a family member? Well, that's good then. After multiple rounds of rescue by our doctors, Mr. Kennedy has had his brains blown out and couldn't be saved. Please accept our condolences..."
"As for the rescue fees..."
"Please go give him the middle finger for me, and tell him, F*** you!"
Before the doctor could finish, Deadpool hung up.
But he immediately called back, and before the other party could speak, he quickly said, "By the way, if you contact his relatives, let me know immediately! They can't owe money and not pay it back!"
"Otherwise, even if they run to hell, I'll beat them up. Nobody owes me money!"
This was a huge loss!
"My katanas... my money... my darlings, oh no!!"
The mission wasn't completed, the katanas were gone, he almost died, and the client, Mr. Kennedy, had already had his brains blown out.
"Great, he's just like his ancestor, F***!"
Deadpool was still cursing up a storm.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he sharply looked outside, instinctively reaching for his back.
Realizing his katanas were gone, he immediately pulled out his twin pistols from behind his back.
"Hey buddy, need any help?"
"Of course! Can I have your head?"
Deadpool's expression changed drastically. He fired a rapid succession of bullets while unhesitatingly rushing towards a nearby window.
However, Aaron was even faster, kicking open the door.
Spider-webbing at a tricky angle bound Deadpool.