I'm so charming, there are always men who love me

Chapter 7

"Not to die well?"

Tony Stark raised an eyebrow, his large caramel colored eyes staring at her with interest, "That's pretty challenging, more interesting than a court martial."

Margaret looked at him for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders, "Suit yourself."

The CEO of Stark Industries in a black dark striped suit opened the car door for her, "What if I'm even hotter?"

Even the gentlemanly act of pulling the car door for a lady seemed frivolous and wanton when done by him, but he just had such a unique charm.

An inexplicable, cute and charming aura.

Margaret sat obediently in the car as the arms dealer slammed the door.

Before she could even sit still, Tony Stark was already slamming on the gas and rushing forward, speeding at a hundred miles an hour, leaving the paper-thin pomp and circumstance of Los Angeles far behind.

He was still accelerating, and the act of overtaking seemed so dangerous that Margaret didn't speak up to remind him to drive safely.

Mr. Stark didn't fail to turn his head to look at her after he spun the wheel to complete a nice drift, "I thought you'd tell me to slow down, most of those Grammar Girls do."

A small percentage of the rest would have excitedly come up to him and kissed him, but Margaret obviously didn't act either way, she didn't even look his way.

"The Grammar Girl?" Margaret asked casually with her arm resting on the side of the car window, not looking very interested.

Tony Stark decided to make it clear to her how grabby she was.

"It's my ex-dates, the press is always saying that I dated every cover girl of last year's Grammar magazine, which isn't really accurate," he accelerated as he watched for Margaret's reaction, "I didn't have one lined up on my schedule in March, and luckily for me, December was a twin. "

Margaret clapped her hands perfunctorily in praise, "It's still a dream life."

Tony frowned, displeasure at not being taken seriously on his face, "You're really not paying attention to me."

Inexplicably, there seemed to be a bit of aggression in this dissatisfaction, like a little kid asking for candy.

He can be so incomprehensible, it's insane.

Margaret had a bit of a headache, "I know you're an arms dealer, a billionaire, and by the way, a new shareholder in CAA, and that last status is why I'm sitting here."

Tony rolled his eyes, "CAA doesn't look much different to me than a cheeseburger, it's surprising that it only makes three hundred million dollars a year, and the missile system I designed in a week is enough to make me that money."

He added, "No, it's several times that amount."

While CAA has had a huge impact in Hollywood, the various Hollywood earnings are pretty small potatoes in the eyes of Wall Street or Silicon Valley, which can win and lose hundreds of millions, if not billions, at every turn.

But the world is still crazy about Hollywood and movies, isn't it?

Margaret clearly has the professional love of being a movie actor, "There are things that are not just about money, in just two hours of a movie, people can go back in time as if they were in a time tunnel; they can also appreciate the mysterious places beyond the reach of the imagination, it has the charm of crying and laughing, these are not just a few cold numbers can represent. It's not just a few cold numbers."

While there are many investors who are in Hollywood to make a profit, many more Hollywood people want to create movies, not just sell them.

Once again, Tony was unreasonable, emphasizing, "In a way, it's my modern industrial weaponry that safeguards freedom and defends American and global interests that people are in the mood to enjoy movies."

"So - what are you trying to say to me?" Margaret looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Tony Stark, with a slightly odd expression, said haughtily, "I'm not a thug with a head full of money."

He emphasizes, conceitedly and tartly, "I'm a genius."

Inexplicably, Margaret thought he was kind of cute that way.

A cute arms dealer who slept with cover girls?

Gee, that sounds weird.

By now, the sign of the Beverly Hills Hilton Hotel, had appeared in Margaret's field of vision.

As the most historically iconic and largest meeting space within Beverly Hills, the Hilton has hosted countless awards ceremonies, charity banquets, and entertainment industry banquets, including the prestigious Golden Globe Awards, the music extravaganza Grammy Pre-Party, and more.

And the banquet hosted by Tony Stark tonight, as a charity dinner for his stake in CAA, was attended by numerous celebrities, so in addition to journalists, a number of fans had gathered.

The atmosphere outside the hotel was heated, and photographers with flashbulbs clicking non-stop were gathering around a man who had come with his companion to take pictures, and countless reporters were shouting, "Mr. Wayne, look at this!"

"I prefer to look at my beautiful female companion." Bruce Wayne's low and magnetic voice rang out, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he looked around with a raised eyebrow, his eyebrows had a suave and elegant demeanor.

In the crowd, he appeared to be very eye-catching, and the most attractive thing was not his handsome face, but his elegant sexy aura and perfect physique, and even had the temperament of tenderness and darkness coexisting.

And inside the gold and red top of the line sports car, Tony Stark didn't seem too happy, "What's he doing at my dinner party if he's not staying in Gotham, it's annoying as hell."

Margaret raised an eyebrow, these two billionaires and prominent representatives of the playboy world didn't seem to be on good terms.

"Wait until I open the door for you before you come down-" Tony dropped the words and led the way out of the sports car.

His appearance was rewarded with earth-shattering screams as countless reporters crowded up to him.

Even many fans who had come for the Hollywood star seemed excited, the legendary arms dealer had as much buzz as any superstar.

For example, Daisy Bell, who came for Leonardo DiCaprio, is equally concerned about the scandalous events that are flying around the tech genius on weekdays.

Daisy, a high school student on Sunset Boulevard, has the advantage of living in Los Angeles, where she is often seen with her classmates and friends outside of dinners and premieres, as was the case today.

She tugged on her sidekick, Blake White, and looked at the sports car blocking the view, "Who do you think Tony Stark's date is tonight? Who's the cover girl for The Grammar this month again?"

Sharing her confusion, everyone was wondering about the identity of the legendary arms dealer's date.

Surprisingly, he waved his hand at the parking officer and went around to open the car door for her himself.

It was kind of unbelievable, knowing that the tech genius didn't even bother to pick up the bills people handed him, let alone be a gentleman about it.

Tony Stark held out his hand to the open car door, waiting for the other man to take it between his fingers.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Mr. Stark was worried that the other man would suddenly refuse, probably a legacy of several dislikes.

Finally, in the more and more enthusiastic atmosphere, a white and slender, perfect as a work of art hand held his.

Her slender calves were the first to appear in the crowd's line of sight, her delicate and beautiful ankles were already enough to make people subconsciously wait with bated breath, and then in the blink of an eye, there was her incomparably elegant and perfect figure.

She was wearing an elegant yet demure and extravagant classical gown, with the magnificent court style of the sixteenth century, the sexy curves of the bare breasts, low neckline and thin waist were almost demanding on the body, but seamlessly became one with her whole person.

Her delicate features are the most perfect painting, sad classical beauty untainted by mortal dust, but the real breathtaking is the pair of ice-blue eyes overflowing with mystery and fantasy, fragility and wantonness.

Her appearance is only comparable to that of a goddess in the sky, and I'm afraid it would be condescending to ask her to be a princess on earth.

-Heaven, where did Tony Stark find this classical beauty.

At that moment, a reporter shouted, "This is Margaret Ajani! She's going to be in The Story of Adele Hugo with The Pianist at Sea -"

Flashbulbs were pressed frantically, a newcomer actress who had been favored by two well-known directors to be Tony Stark's new female companion could be more talked about than a cover girl.

Daisy Bell looked at Ajani and couldn't help but speak, "She's simply beautiful...I suddenly feel like Tony Stark is standing tall with her."

She then added, "Although I know Stark is worth hundreds of billions and a genius, but, I meant to say-"

"She looks like a real princess, and an entire country would be proud and smug to have birthed such a beauty on its soil."

The fashion columnists specializing in Vanity Fair and VOGUE looked at each other with absolutely no need to look at anyone else; she was the well-deserved best-dressed of the night.

The new actress, who was unknown two weeks ago, is about to make waves in Hollywood.

Of all the people gathered outside the hotel at the moment, the ones in the worst mood are probably Bruce Wayne and his female companion, who have been completely stolen all the attention.

It's a good thing that reporters couldn't surround Tony and Margaret all night, and as the two exited hand in hand, they ran right into Bruce Wayne, who hadn't left yet.

So the four walked together towards the ballroom.

Margaret had her arm around the CEO of Stark Industries, and on the other side stood the CEO of the Wayne Group less than a foot away from her, with Mr. Bruce Wayne's female companion the furthest away from her instead.

Other than Margaret, the remaining three had some other thoughts -

The cover girl on the arm of the CEO of the Wayne Group, who seemed to regard Margaret as an imaginary enemy, was scrutinizing her with a bad face, while the two playboys were constantly lip-synching each other's cold arrows.

"Wayne Enterprises has been looking to get involved in defense military manufacturing a lot lately with their experience in technology and aerospace," said the tart Stark Industries CEO looking cocky and beat up, "Unfortunately the results have been terrible, building flying machines that are completely unadopted by the military."

Bruce Wayne swept him from top to bottom, "The media loves to call you a genius, so you didn't grow because you overused your brain?"

"Gee, who knows?" He glanced at Margaret in great detail, "After all, I made my first circuit board at four, my first engine at six, graduated summa c*m laude from MIT at seventeen, became CEO of Stark Industries at twenty-one, and have since completely changed the face of the modern weapons industry, creating smarter weapons, advanced robots, and satellite-located strikes, and--"

Margaret blinked, why did he keep staring at her and talking.

Well Tony Stark finally looked at Bruce Wayne, "Have you seen the latest Forbes rich list? You seem to be behind me with eighty-two billion dollars."

"After all, I'm not an arms dealer who creates death," Bruce Wayne smiled, glancing in Margaret's direction, "Does the lady know that you're a death dealer who gets rich off of war?"

Tony's expression became a little more serious, "The Wayne Group is taking on up to hundreds of millions of dollars in medical technology device manufacturing, as well as smart crops coming on stream to solve the hunger problem, all of which can be funded by the military."

And the reason why the U.S. military had the energy to fund these projects was because Stark Industries' weapons made the U.S. military invincible in war.

"And, anyway-" Tony shrugged, "I'm worth a quarter more than you are, and as God is my witness, I'd really hate it if the crowd generalized me to you."

Few people were a match for Tony Stark over a mouthpiece, but Master Bruce Wayne chose to keep the cold arrows coming.

He snorted, "At least I don't spend money on stocks to chase a woman just to get her to accompany me to a dinner party, as pathetic as that sounds."

Tony was about to retort when he suddenly heard Margaret's voice-

"Excuse me," Margo raised her hand to interrupt the argument between the two men, "you two have just been talking as if you were competing for the richest man in the world, but in reality, isn't the richest man in the world on the latest Forbes rich list, King Tichara of the African nation of Wakanda? "

The African country of Wakanda is currently the world's only source of the rare metal Vibranium, and knowing that Captain America's shield is made of Vibranium, the profits it brings are unprecedented.

Facing the current second and third richest man in the world, Margaret stabbed the knife again, "He's sitting on five hundred and ninety billion dollars in assets, and the two of you together are less than half of what he's worth."

Tony Stark: ...... She dislikes me again.

Bruce Wayne: ...... Where in the world did this arms dealer find such a disliking toxic woman.

Margot turned to Bruce Wayne and spoke again, "Mr. Stark, even if it is, is at least at the twelve figure level. How about you? Mr. Wayne? Not even a fraction of what people are."

Tony Stark: Margot is really on our side~

Bruce Wayne: ...... Suddenly I'm tempted to offer a heavy bounty for poisoning her dumb.