Chapter 27
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Margaret found Mr. Kent, one of the Planet's right-hand writers, to be excellent as a reporter.
His manner was unassuming, his speech straightforward, and he often got to the heart of the matter.
But also extraordinarily decent and kind, inexplicably, with her that big-breasted sweetheart fitness instructor a bit like.
Tsk, the pectoral muscles are just as developed.
After the Clark Kent interview, it was time to catch a plane back to Metropolis.
The Daily Planet needed him on short notice to interview Lex Luthor, who was running for president of the United States in the millennium.
On his trip to Los Angeles, he apparently had very little leisure time.
Margaret stepped out of the RV with Clark, wearing ultra-black sunglasses on her face and a long trench coat that made her look cool as hell.
"My driver will take you to the airport, it's hard to get a cab in this hellhole."
Clark hadn't refused Margaret's kind offer, and the new Hollywood star didn't seem to be a prude, although she seemed to be rejecting people, and the two of them had had a good interview.
"I'm going to have to rebut a few of the smears against you in detail in the story." Clark wore dark-rimmed glasses that made his strong physique look a little cleaner.
Margaret didn't look too concerned, "I do get carried away a lot, and it's not impossible for me to get angry on the set."
Clark Kent was surprised, "You're almost the friendliest and most courteous person I've ever met."
Margo shrugged her shoulders, looking a little cynical but extraordinarily charming, "I'm pretty nasty most of the time."
As she walked to Margaret's nanny car, she heard Mr. Reporter's extraordinarily sincere voice, "Maybe it's funny to say, but I seem to have an innate ability to distinguish between good and evil, Miss Ajani, and you're more genuine and kind than most people in this world."
"Sincerely kind? Mr. Kent, you seem to go better with that word."
Margaret pulled the car door open for him and gave a gentleman's salute, "I hope you have a good day, Clark."
Then she said to the driver in the front, "Please take this gentleman to LAX, he has to return to Metropolis and is in a bit of a hurry."
"Then we can really hurry up, Los Angeles is literally stuck in traffic at all hours." Jack Fonda, the full-time driver, complained.
Clark Superman Kent, who was getting into the car, was silent: for some reason, he somehow felt like a "lady" being loved by a prince.
The dark-haired, blue-eyed female Your Highness in front of him was strong and charming.
It was a strange feeling, and Clark Kent almost thought he was a weakling.
With a whoosh, the bulletproof nanny van left its spot.
Jack Fonda had come close to being a race car driver in his youth before he became CAA's exclusive driver.
Well, at least Clark didn't have to worry about missing his flight anymore.
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At night, when Margaret finally finished filming for the day and was ready to return to Beverly Hills, she had just stepped off the set and was surprised to be kidnapped directly by Iron Man in his gold and red battle suit.
What a hell!
Logan and Ward, waiting in the distance, watched as Margo was carried in the arms of the big tin can and disappeared into the night almost instantly.
Logan: I'm going to rip his raggedy battle armor to shreds with my indestructible adamantium claws!
Ward: This shameless scum! How dare you kidnap my goddess!
And Margaret, who has been wrapped around the waist by the crawfish spirit, is thinking - Tony Stark, the playwright, is up to no good again!
This kidnapping ends up at Tony Stark's mega-mansion on Malibu Beach.
The mansion, which covers more than a thousand square meters, is built on a hill by Malibu Beach in San Diego, California.
The overall structure is divided into two floors, which include an apron, freshwater swimming pool, private tennis court, golf course, and many other luxury amenities.
The home is fully equipped with all the high tech features and the views are needless to say.
Margaret was placed smoothly on the living room floor in front of curved, floor-to-ceiling windows with an extremely wide view of the sea and sky at night, which was a wonder to behold in the quiet of the evening.
The brunette beauty looked over at her kidnapper, "You seem to have a reputation as a billionaire superhero now, is this kidnapping thing a new interest?"
Tony was taking off the Mark IV battlesuit he was wearing and looked at her accusingly with big caramel colored eyes, "I've sent you nineteen messages and you haven't replied to any of them!"
"At the time I was probably filming a scene where I was thrown by an out-of-control airplane and nearly fell to my death." Margaret replied with a raised eyebrow.
Tony frowned, disgruntled, "Does Warner Bros. even make movies, making it so dangerous is just brain dead."
Margaret clasped her arms and inquired, "Mr. Stark, why on earth did you get me here today."
Before Tony could say a word, Margo heard a flash of an extremely distinctive voice - the
"Miss Ajani, sir would like you to sign a foundation document."
The man's voice that echoed through the air had an extremely charming British accent, with a little bit of electronics mixed in.
"This is my friend Jarvis, he's the best full-system AI in the world," Tony Stark continued, "Jarvis, there's nothing wrong with my vocal cords, it vibrates and vocalizes on its own."
Jarvis spat in a flat tone, "Thank you in advance for your appreciation, sir, but I must say, you often look like a fool when you run into Miss Ajani."
"My, you have a lovely voice." Margaret exclaimed.
"I have read image data from all over the world, and comparisons reveal that you have the most beautiful side face in all of Europe."
It seems that Jarvis is really quite human, not only can he spit and humor, but he can boast about the girl no less.
Ignored Tony Stark: Why is Margot so friendly with Jarvis! It's not fair!
Margaret looks at Tony with a raised eyebrow, "What do the Foundation papers mean?"
The expression on the mascara man's face became a little more serious as he picked up the papers that were sitting on the long brown couch and handed them to Margaret, "I want to set up a trust fund for you."
"Mr. Stark, you really seem to be mistaking yourself for my guardian."
Margo cried and laughed as she unfolded the document, but a few details in it caused the smile to disappear from her face.
A trust as a legal arrangement was well thought out and reliable, with the principal giving ownership of the property to the trustee, who operated the property and gave the proceeds of that operation to the beneficiaries named by the principal.
Trusts are undoubtedly an excellent means of passing on family assets, funding the lives of later generations, and avoiding taxes.
And the document shocked Margaret because of its clear terms, detailing that when Tony Stark died, Margaret would be his designated heir to the estate.
She would receive up to hundreds of millions of dollars a year to maintain a wealthy lifestyle until she was twenty-five years old, and when she reached the age of twenty-five, she would be given the entirety of the estate at her disposal.
What the hell is this? Is he implying that he won't live to see Margaret turn twenty-five?
Margo took a deep breath, "I'm not signing that, you need to tell me right now, what's going on?"
Tony pursed his lips, "I gave some of the oil paintings I took from the old days to Pepper and her boyfriend Hogan, my driver."
"On the Stark Industries front, I'm stepping down as CEO for the time being and am in the process of hiring the former CEO of Lockheed Martin to succeed me."
"But don't worry, the Foundation is enough to secure sizable earnings, and you'll be the largest shareholder in Stark Industries."
"Who would have thought that I'd be such a true love dork, I almost wanted to add 'you can't fall in love and marry someone else' to the terms and conditions."
Looking at the calm tone of Tony Stark's voice as if he were explaining the aftermath, Margaret practically had the urge to punch him in the head so she could bring him back to his senses.
Margaret's voice was serious, "Jarvis, what happened to him?"
An English accent with an electronic sound rang out, "The fusion energy source in the gentleman's chest has caused him to develop palladium poisoning, which is already about to become life threatening, and unless an alternative to palladium is discovered, things are only going to get worse."
Margaret was simply a bit puzzled as to why the billionaire in front of her was always so unlucky, did God have a problem with him?
Knowing the truth, Margaret directly put the hand of the trust fund documents, threw into the trash can.
She looked seriously into Tony Stark's large eyes framed by long lashes, "Stop wasting your time staging a Shakespearean tragedy with me and please get into your lab right now to make the new elements that will keep you alive."
Margot frowned, "Or maybe you should have an operation to remove the shrapnel threatening your heart. No more fusion energy to wear, no more new palladium poisoning."
"I can't remove the fusion energy source," Tony Stark looked very willful and presumptuous, but his eyes were unusually determined, "Losing the fusion energy source would make me no longer Iron Man, and I love being Iron Man."
Margaret simply wanted to kick the madman overboard.
She approached him expressionlessly, her voice dangerous, "Tony Stark, listen, get your ass to your lab right now and create a new element to replace palladium or I'll burn your long eyelashes off."
The Eyelash Wizard blinked, "You agree I won't do the surgery?"
"There's not much I can do when faced with a death-defying drama queen princess." Margaret's voice was cold.
Inexplicably, Tony had the illusion of being favored.
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The current CEO of Stark Industries is in the lab that has produced countless new technologies that have changed the modern industrial landscape.
A video of Howard Stark is playing on the lab's giant screen, and on the table is a model of the Stark Expo.
Howard Stark left his son a great treasure - a new element.
And Tony Stark used his technological talents to perfect the Ark reactor by using an electric arc to shock protons to get a non-toxic element that could replace palladium.
Of course, in the process, he nearly demolishes the entire super mansion, and is simply a born loser.
But when Margaret helped him replace it with a brand new out-of-the-box Ark reactor, Tony Stark felt happy-go-lucky like a little douche.
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