"Oh no, I think I should be honored to have his friend."

Harry answered with a smile.

Suddenly, Peter felt amazed. So, did this guy please Aunt May so much for himself?


I am just a small high school student, except for my usual grades...

But what might attract the attention of this romantic top rich second generation?

Could it be that I discovered my secret identity!

Thinking of this, Peter suddenly trembled, and his eyes on Harry changed.

what happened?

Harry obviously felt Peter's gaze too. Why did this guy's gaze suddenly become so soft?

It's weird.

I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

"Let's do this first, May, you guys think it over, it's best to give me an answer as soon as possible, our company is relatively short of manpower now." Looking at the time, it is time to leave, Harry stood up and said.

"Okay, Harry, we will definitely get back to you as soon as possible, thank you for the opportunity!"

How grateful Meibieti is. This opportunity is a chance for them to live a better life. Why haven't you heard Peter talk about this friendly rich friend before?

"Then say goodbye. If you need to find me, just speak up."

After May's farewell, Harry walked out of her house, got in the car and drove home.

"Ding Dong! Sir, Miss Gwen has called you."


Toot toot.

"Hello, Harry?"

"What's wrong, honey," Harry said half-jokingly.

"..." Gwen said fiercely, "Don't be kidding, I'll tell you that the three people you took us away wake up."

"Then take them back and interrogate them." Harry said calmly.

"They are already dead. When they woke up, they found that they had been arrested and suddenly died of poison."

I thought it was a trivial matter. It seems that people in the dark have a lot of energy.

These people can die voluntarily!

Harry frowned: "This won't let them leave, so let's take these dead people back to our base, and let Dr. Conners check the poison in their bodies."

"Okay, then we are now the base, you... you better come over too."

"No, I still have something to deal with."

When such a big thing happened, Norman must be taken care of. Not to mention the deaths of a few people, the most important thing is some'ghosts' hidden in the Osborne industry!

They must be picked out!

"Oh, why, do you really like Aunt Peter?" Gwen said with a hint of sarcasm over there, "I said Harry, do you have any weird habit, just like mature women? Look at me...cough , Look at Jessica with such a hot body, she is not at all tempted, she even tempted a 40-50 year old woman!"

"Gwen, you have never cared about these things before."

Harry laughed, "Also, May doesn't look old, and her figure is still perfectly maintained. Of course, the most important point is... You can tell if Jessica is hot? Your conscience I was really taken away by the dog!"

"Harry, I can go to your uncle!!!" Jessica, who noticed the content of the call, ran away immediately and screamed at the phone.

Facing this situation, Harry had already turned a blind eye to this, and said two words calmly: "Hang up."

Then stepped on the gas pedal and turned towards Osborne Industries and roared away.

"Ahhhhh!!!" On the other side, Jessica scratched his head frantically, "Harry this pervert! Pervert! Pervert!!!"

Gwen: "..."

Is this... such a big reaction?

She thought Jessica was used to it.

"Jessica, calm down, I'm still driving." Gwen immediately reminded.

"Be careful not to break my car."

Jessica: "...but I'm depressed!"

"Normally, who made you like a man with a special fetish?" Gwen's face was calm, "If you want me to say, you only have two choices, one is to immediately stop thinking of Harry, and the other is to wait for 20 or 30 years. At that time, you almost became like Vanessa and Peter's aunt."

"...I chose to give up."

Jessica slumped in her seat, her expression writhing, very sad.

It is obvious that such a handsome, rich and powerful man has such a special hobby, who can bear it?

Harry, I'm sorry, let me play with other men for twenty or thirty years before seduce you.

She thought angrily.


At this moment.

Osborne Industries.

Harry was striding in, and if he knew what Jessica was thinking, he would definitely approve of it.

After all, this girl is really not her own food.

Well, if her personality is not so hot, she can still get along, but her personality is too free, it is difficult to feel the stimulation of love.

Be a brother at most.

"Harry! You are here."

Soon, Norman was dealing with the complicated business in the office, and when he found Harry came in, he immediately put down his business.

"Well, I'm here."

Harry nodded. "I'm here to tell you something."

He walked up to Norman and said softly: "Something happened to us at Osborne Industries. I want to find the person behind the scenes."

"What's the matter?" Norman frowned suddenly.

He has been busy with healing potions these days, and now the healing potions are hot, the military has already placed a large order, and there are many powerful and wealthy people outside who want to cure potions.

He needs to arrange the treatment time for these people reasonably, so he doesn't know much about what happened in the company recently, and he is negligent!

"Three employees of our company died, and these employees were originally employees of the regenerative medicine project..."

Harry told Norman what had happened, and Norman's face suddenly changed.

Those people must think that since the healing potions are manufactured, there will definitely be some breakthroughs in the more miraculous regeneration potions.

That's why I sent someone to risk the trouble, but this time the trouble was a bit inferior.

What can be seen at a glance is obviously what they want to let them know. What do they intend to do in secret?

Norman's face changed.

Ding Ding Ding...

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Norman waved his hand to Harry, picked up the phone, and chose to connect.

"Old friend, I heard that your company has been developing very well recently, how about it, do you have time to gather together?" There was a hearty laughter.

Harry raised his eyes.

This voice is a member of the World Security Council, Pierce!