Before long, Pepper came down with a brand-new set of clothes; it was an expensive-looking women’s…
sailor suit.
“Sorry, Kara,” Pepper said apologetically, “this was the only decent set of women’s clothing in Tony’s house.
The others…
clothes bought for certain ‘temporary visitors,’ are really not suitable for a proper lady to wear.
But don’t worry, this set is brand new, the tags haven’t even been removed.” Tony shot a quick glance, then nonchalantly picked up a tablet, pretending to be engrossed in the news—even though the screen was upside down, he still looked “fascinated.” Kara had no choice but to take the clothes.
She couldn’t very well go home in her supersuit; heaven knows how many S.H.I.E.L.D.
Agents were still lurking in the bushes near the house.
Pepper led her to the dressing room to change.
When she came out, Pepper’s eyes lit up—Kara was young to begin with, and this student-like outfit made her look even more youthful and vibrant, making Pepper reminisce about her own school days.
“Looking good, Kara, it suits you.
If you paired it with some silk—” Tony stopped mid-sentence as he caught Kara’s slightly narrowed eyes and wisely shut his mouth.
Dressed in this outfit, Kara felt that Tony Stark might as well just let the Palladium poisoning kill him—what kind of clothes did he buy!
The skirt was so short that her thighs felt chilly.
Having changed, Kara drove away from the Malibu Villa.
She had to hurry home and change her look; otherwise, the whistling from the roadside would be enough to annoy her.
Back home, Kara immediately threw the sailor suit into the trash, then showered and changed.
She still had to go to the Daily Bugle to submit news material—the news that Pepper Potts was about to become the CEO of Stark Industries was a true exclusive.
After all, Tony had just told Pepper himself moments ago.
The Daily Bugle Editorial Department Editor-in-Chief Jameson stared at Kara’s news draft, “Pepper Potts—Stark’s New Leader,” his expression shifting from shock to ecstasy.
For the Daily Bugle, this was undoubtedly the biggest exclusive of the year—no, the past few years: Stark Industries was getting a new captain!
“Danvers!
You truly earned that Pulitzer Prize!” Jameson was practically roaring.
“Where’s Robbie, the one who recruited you?
I’m going to give him a big kiss!” “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.” Kara had a bit of a headache from his loud voice.
“Dammit, this is a real exclusive, an exclusive…” Jameson stared at the manuscript as if in a trance, but then suddenly looked up, “No!
Danvers, come back!
Stark himself is going to Monaco for a vacation; you’ll continue to follow up.
When you get back from Monaco, you’ll be the Daily Bugle’s Editor-in-Chief and Senior Investigative Reporter!” “You said it,” Kara turned around, the corners of her mouth curling slightly.
“No taking it back.” Kara was indeed quite happy.
Nowadays, her monthly expenses in downtown Manhattan exceeded ten thousand dollars; the land there was worth its weight in gold.
As a feature reporter and editor, her monthly salary was twenty thousand, and with bonuses from report subscriptions, it was at most fifty thousand.
But an Editor-in-Chief’s monthly salary started at fifty thousand, and with bonuses, it could approach a hundred thousand—she felt she was one step closer to being “rich.” A few days later The news that Pepper Potts would serve as the CEO of Stark Industries completely shook New York.
That Stark would hand over the company to a female assistant was simply unbelievable.
As the first to break the news—even before Stark Industries’ official announcement—the Daily Bugle garnered the city’s full attention.
People were buzzing: who exactly was this reporter Kara Danvers, and how could she obtain such heavy insider information so far in advance?
Meanwhile, Kara was already in Monaco.
Monaco The Mediterranean Sun was more intense than New York’s.
The air was a mix of expensive perfume, fuel, sea breezes, and an almost luxurious leisure and restlessness.
The F1 Grand Prix had turned this small city into a grand party of non-stop roaring.
Kara, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, dressed in a light linen gown with her Daily Bugle press pass hanging around her neck, wove through the elegantly dressed crowd, her waist bag stuffed with various interview equipment.
She had heard that many wealthy people came here for parties and figured she could dig up a lot of news.
The exclusive report on Pepper’s promotion to CEO had made her famous in the journalism world and brought practical convenience—many wealthy people were willing to accept her interviews.
For example, the man in front of her who approached on his own initiative, Justin Hammer.
He was incessantly boasting to Kara about how close his relationship with Tony was, calling them the “closest business partners.” Kara silently noted in her notebook: “Justin Hammer: Sincere, or Hypocritical?” A commotion suddenly came from the hotel entrance.
Tony stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, talking in low tones with Pepper while waving to the reporters at the door.
Kara, who was almost falling asleep from Hammer’s nagging, immediately used an excuse to slip away and jogged toward the entrance where the reporters were gathered.
Running closer, she caught sight of an acquaintance and quickly lowered her head to hide her face with her notebook—but it was too late.
Tony had already noticed her and called out loudly: “Kara!
Over here!” Kara walked to Tony’s side with some embarrassment, her gaze falling with a hint of oddness on the red-haired woman beside him.
“Kara, this is Natalie, my new assistant; Natalie, this is Kara, a popular reporter from the Daily Bugle and a rising star in New York journalism,” Tony introduced.
Kara narrowed her eyes and greeted with a trace of imperceptible guilt, “Na…
Ms.
Natalie, hello.
Is your friend’s…
hand alright?
That ‘little gift’ was quite fierce; it took a lot of effort for me to catch it.” The person in front of her was indeed one of the Agents who had followed her—Natasha Romanoff.
Natasha hadn’t expected to meet Kara here either, but her professional skills allowed her to immediately enter character.
“Hello, Miss Kara.
I think you might have the wrong person,” she calmly denied.
Tony looked puzzled.
“Kara, do you two know each other?” “No!” the two said in unison.
Kara knew full well this woman was a S.H.I.E.L.D.
Agent, but she didn’t plan to expose her for now—who knew what S.H.I.E.L.D.
would do to Tony or herself if they were exposed.
“Hey, Kara, haven’t seen you for a few days.
That report of yours was really good!” Pepper, beside Tony, also greeted her with a smile.
“Miss Pepper, you flatter me.
You’re getting more and more beautiful too,” Kara exchanged pleasantries politely.
“Kara, this Ms.
Natalie is Tony’s newly hired ‘private’ assistant.” Pepper glanced at Tony with a subtle tone.
In Kara’s view, this lady Agent had clearly won Tony’s “favor” with her beauty; that was very Stark.
She crossed her arms, looking like she was enjoying the show.
“Don’t all look at me like that,” Tony turned to Natalie solemnly.
“But then again, Natalie, you look stunning today.” “Thank you, Mr.
Stark.
Here are your seats.” Natasha showed a professional smile, leading Tony and Pepper to the front seats.
Tony gestured for Kara to sit down first, while he took Pepper to mingle with other wealthy people.
Kara didn’t hesitate.
After sitting down, she began to focus on the exquisite and expensive dishes on the table.
Halfway through her meal, she looked up and saw Tony being cornered by Hammer.
Kara’s jam-stained red lips curled up slightly—it was about time Tony tasted what it was like to be stuck with that annoying guy.
The waiter took away Kara’s empty plate.
While Natasha was privately surprised by Kara’s voracious eating habits, she turned to report to Tony that the dishes were all served.
However, Tony, who was supposed to return with her, had vanished midway.
Kara scanned the surroundings with her Super Vision but didn’t find a trace of him—of course, she deliberately skipped the men’s restroom, as she hadn’t forgotten her current gender.
But she didn’t care much and lowered her head to continue enjoying the delicacies on her plate.
And at this moment, Tony— He checked his blood toxin levels once again.
53%.
Staring at his haggard face in the restroom mirror, Tony murmured low: “Is there any worse news than this…”