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

Chapter 11

Margaret was sitting in Charles Xavier's Blackbird, the world's fastest airplane, with 35 times the speed of sound, and nothing in the world could outfly it.

She looked to her side at the head of the X-Men organization, who had an elegant British air, I'm afraid because he had lived in Oxford for many years.

Margot raised an eyebrow inquiringly, "So you noticed my lack of memories, but couldn't help me retrieve the ones that were erased?"

"Can't do anything about it for now." Charles had some of the most powerful psychic abilities on the planet, but he really couldn't do anything about Margo's memories that had been tampered with and erased.

That was what made him extremely concerned about Margaret; perhaps the man had more powerful mind abilities than he did.

Charles had mercurial blue eyes that were watching her at the moment, "The X-Men will protect you in the shadows, or if you want, you can enroll in Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youth."

Xavier's Academy for Gifted Teens, an academy founded and led by Professor X to help young mutants control their powers and build friendly relationships between humans and mutants.

Margaret blinked, "You acted like you wanted to adopt me."

The great man in front of her, who had a holy and high soul and a very noble character, clearly thought of her as a little orphaned wretch in need of care.

Charles choked, "If you accept."

"I'm sorry, I haven't lacked love to such an extent." Margaret looked at his beautiful face and shrugged her shoulders in denial.

The big-name mutant leader wasn't the typical handsome type, with slight freckles on his milky white skin, but there was an innate uniqueness about him that instantly made him jump out of the crowd - showing angelic innocence and manliness at the same time.

But what's with his hair?

It's kinda weird to see this overly pretty face with his hair shaved off.

Well, at least his perfect head structure makes his bald look still look quite stylish.

Charles naturally noticed her gaze, his pure British pronunciation was very melodious, "I was under Apocalypse's mind control, and although the X-Men eventually defeated Apocalypse, my body underwent some changes, and my hair loss was the aftermath."

Margaret inquired in a face-dog mentality, "Can't it be cured?"

"Not so much that it can't be ameliorated at all," Charles looked gentle and decent, "but shaving off your hair will improve the ability to use the brainwave tracker."

Margaret exclaimed, "Wow, you are still full of dedication."

"I wasn't always like that," the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile, showing a bit of cynical charm, "When Hank the Mutant Beast first showed me the tracker and said, 'It works better with your hair shaved off,' I verbally stopped it and told him to keep his hands off my hair."

Who would have thought that the spirited and talented son of God would years later be paralyzed and paraplegic in the lumbar spine, and even lose his hair.

The ideals of mutant affirmative action and peaceful coexistence with mankind are so daunting that there's nothing left for Charles to care about except for the cause he's pursuing, let alone something as trivial as losing his hair.

Margaret looked at the deep and forlorn mutant leader in front of her, "In any case, I should thank you for speaking up and reminding me about the lack of memory, and for all the help you were willing to give."

She then added, "It was a bit nosy though."

Charles's eyes were bluer than the sea, looking indulgently at the hard-mouthed, soft-hearted child in front of him, "Margot, it's very rare that you live in the midst of hypocrisy and pitfalls, yet you still retain a sincerity that's hard to come by for normal people."

Charles, who possessed the power of telepathy, was afraid that he knew the French princess before him better than anyone else in the world -

Intrigue and blood have never stained her fair hands, and she is a true hearted and true beauty who is willing to risk her life for love.

Combined with what happened to her, it was incredible.

It was as if she had been created by God's own hand, and even though she suffered, she was never corrupt or disobedient, always holding a pure white soul.

Margaret was frowning at him, "I don't need a father to teach people, and you'd better not always pose as a loving father."

Charles was looking at her as if she was a poor little thing with no father or mother.

Perhaps it was because she was indeed that she disliked such an attitude so much.

She didn't dislike Charles Xavier's saintly, fatherly, noble character, but she wasn't interested in being saved.

"I'm sorry," Charles raised an eyebrow, "but you have to realize that my actual age is really more than enough to be your sire."

"It seems you do a good job of your daily skin care, but don't forget that I was born in 1519 AD," Margaret said to him with the corners of her mouth quirking and her chin lifting, "whereas you, it seems, were only born in the twentieth century weren't you? Little Charles?"

Charles Xavier: He seemed to have met a bear of a man who disliked the world.

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When the Blackbird fighter jet landed at LAX, Charles Xavier still hadn't been able to win over the bear by mouth, and he suspected that the French girl's rebellion had come a little late.

And he'd hit the gun right on the head.

Professor X wouldn't think so if he knew Tony Stark & Bruce Wayne.

It was when she faced those two that Margaret was on fire.

Margot declined Charles' offer to enroll her in Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters, and with a quick hello was ready to walk off the Blackbird fighter.

Charles watched her charming back gradually walk away, his mood was a bit complicated, was he being used as a free transportation?

Walking down the steps, the gusty wind blew Margot's long black hair and skirt up, making her look imposing and charming.

But soon she was on her feet, taking off her sunglasses to look at the black sports car in front of her, and the flirtatious man--

Tony Stark.

The scene in front of me is very familiar, and the only difference is just the sports car.

Of course, the suit on his body was also changed, not the same thin and tall as the male model, but elegantly extraordinarily charming.

"Doesn't it make your heart race that I'm so handsome." Stark looked haughty, "Who would have thought it, why I'm always so charming."

Unable to get Margaret to answer, he pointed disgustedly at the Blackbird fighter behind the girl again, all upset, "Who owns this old antique developed in 1959? It's so old-fashioned."

The Blackbird was developed by Lockheed, belonging to the high-altitude and high-speed reconnaissance aircraft, developed in 1959 and test-flown in 1962, although nearly forty years have now passed, it is still the fastest legendary airplane in the world.

Lockheed was once a competitor of Stark Industries, but since Tony Stark became CEO of Stark Industries at the age of 21, he has gradually established Stark Industries' strong position as the number one arms supplier to the U.S. military.

Tony Stark was now clearly and deliberately looking for a fight.

"Why don't you start by talking to me about how you knew I was on this plane, arriving at LAX at this very moment?" Margaret smiled at him, but her voice was icy.

Long lashes framed his large caramel colored eyes, "It's almost inexplicable, it must be telepathy, don't you think?"

Margaret marveled, "Your acting is as pompous as your temperament."

"Isn't it enough that one of a couple is a good actor?" Tony looked at her seriously, "Look, I'm also good at math, physics, and electrical engineering, as well as being a genius, billionaire, and philanthropist, doesn't that sound great."

As an industrialist with billions of dollars, Tony never shied away from talking about his wealth, which usually helped him more in being unbeatable with women.

But when it comes to Margaret, it's not the first time he's hit a brick wall--

The brunette looked at him a little apologetically, "But I'm a hopelessly out of shape member."

Tony Stark: "Time Magazine called me the most amazingly charismatic and influential man of the late twentieth century."

Margaret purses her lips, "Probably charisma?"

America's Richest Man - CEO of Stark Industries, "You don't appreciate admirers at all."

Margaret smiles, "That's what you get for spying on me."

Tony Stark's arrogant and pompous personality, and his willingness to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, often attracted a lot of trouble for himself.

And Margaret's attitude at this point is clearly a consequence of Tony spying on her with a spy plane.

I'm afraid that only this crazy genius and billionaire could do something like deploying a spy plane under the orders of the North American Air Defense Joint Command to spy on a Hollywood actress.

Tony frowned, then resumed his openly confident stance, "Well, it's barely my fault, but what do you think is going on here, you're downright charming whenever you turn me down."

His big caramel colored eyes were exuberant, "God, what's your secret to staying attractive anyway?"

He took another step closer, "If you don't want to develop a serious relationship and just want to have fun, it's okay-"

Tony Stark haughtily held out his hand to her, "I give you permission to play me."

Margaret: I'm afraid he should go see a doctor first.