Since Vanessa appeared in Wilson Fisk's life and was poisoned by a banquet, Fix's actions have become more and more mysterious. James Wesley did not look for the reason because he and Wilson Fisk have the rarest wealth in the industry today, that is trust. Both parties know that the other party will not betray themselves for money, reputation or other reasons, because both of them grew up on the streets and have friendships with their families. The principle of silence is not based on rules but out of trust. James Wesley's dissatisfaction mainly comes from the concerns of Wilson Fisk's trading partner, who is worried that sooner or later that trading partner will ask for something they can't give.

But since the deal has been reached and the contract has been signed, James Wesley intends to maximize the value of this contract. No matter how he disguises himself with a suit and a watch, he is essentially a hungry street wolf, and the stale smell of blood between his teeth and fur is proof that he once tore apart the enemy. "Let me participate in this matter, friend." Before leaving the office, James Wesley made a serious suggestion, "The continuation of this career can bring me benefits, and I cannot let you bear all the costs."

"You're such a gentle villain, James."

"Celebrity." James Wesley pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, "You are missing an adjective, charming."

It was not until he left the office that Wilson Fisk sat back on his chair and threw the diamond cane aside. The fatigue came back again. James Wesley imagined the dilemma he encountered too simply. Someone had warned him about the future development of the world. He had to master a deep-water port on each east and west coast, and had a road or rail transportation line across the east and west coasts of the United States. It was best to have airports along the way where large cargo passenger planes could land, as well as various large warehouses.

Wilson Fisk was not a fool. He could see that the transportation line was likely to be used for military purposes. He only saw a grand plan of a scale and claw, and he had to bear such a painful price. He was not interested in those great ideals, and he was forced to hold every moment. Although the FBI could not see what those transportation lines were for, because it was just a very ordinary transportation line that he had to fund and maintain, the danger of this transportation line was not only the high cost of maintaining the transportation route and the relationship with state politicians, but also had to install satellite signal transmitters and receivers along the way.

This is a crime that is enough to allow the Bureau of Homeland Security and the military to investigate.

James Wesley didn't know anything about these things. He had no idea that Wilson Fisk had a third identity besides entrepreneurs and gangsters. The contract with the demon made him unable to escape. The stair sniping at that banquet completely made him see the horror. Now he was like a hedge fund manager who planned to short real estate before the subprime mortgage crisis in 2008. Although he was sure that this strategy would get the most profit, no one knew when that moment would come, nor did he know whether he could support that moment.

Wilson Fisk sat in the office like this until after get off work, all the staff in the building left. The security personnel conducted routine patrols and checked to drive away others except for cleaning. Then he closed the blinds behind the glass curtain wall, closed all the lights in the office, leaving only a desk lamp on his desk. He opened the drawer and used his fingertips to pull out a piece of colored cardboard from the middle of the layered documents to prevent his hands from sweating from touching the paint on the cardboard.

It was a small postmodern art painting painted on cardboard, from Vanessa. Not everyone can understand the meaning of Vanessa's painting. Wilson Fisk is this few. He can see the emotions and metaphors that Vanessa poured into this small painting - a large number of smudged red and blue are intertwined on the upper and lower sides of the picture, forming a purple kitten with vague limbs. The golden paint cuts from the kitten's feet and gradually extends to the invisible top - this is the reason he must persist. For the soon-to-be-born child and Vanessa, for the future of this small family.

When the sun finally pierced the gloomy and humid night sky and clouds of the England Archipelago, sprinkling the cold sunshine on the glass flower house covered with thin snow, gently caressing the dew-filled rose buds, the brown bear cubs in the forest also woke up from the artificially established insulated cultivation room. Due to genetic modification and feeding habits, they did not need to hibernate. These energetic bear cubs woke up one after another, and then slowly squeezed out the holes, rolled in the snow, chasing them, and drove out the sheep sleeping in the insulated room.

Laura Crawford woke up very early. She waited here for a while to observe the genetically modified bear cubs. But in fact, she came here to calm herself down. Not only because she wanted to find food after waking up last night, she saw a blushing scene in the manor at night, causing her toss and turn, but also because there are not many opportunities to get close to safe wild animals, especially when I heard from Dinah that those bear cubs are very intelligent. They understand that they cannot harm humans. Touching the furry brown bear can make her forget what she saw last night.

"Winston, you invited Miss Crawford to the restaurant. She got up too early and caught a cold, and those bears are hungry now." Even though the heat in the restaurant was too late because of busy work last night, Beyonita seemed to be affected by the temperature. To be precise, all the witches were not affected by the temperature. "We have some other activities today, so I will ask me if she wants to attend the exhibition. Your adoptive mother is going to take us to visit the painter we have met, Vanessa, remember? It is said that it was her last exhibition, and after that, she has to cultivate well."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Winston, wearing a tuxedo, nodded and moved out of the restaurant with his trembling steps.

"I may never be used to serving the giants." His aging brain thought. He didn't need to do what he did to retrieve Laura Crawford from the forest. The girls carrying weapons would complete it after receiving the instructions. He knew that this was the owner of the manor's understanding of his aging body. However, he was always shocked by the owner of the manor and the height of the golden armored warriors. He had never seen such a tall person in his life. He was a giant in myth, not an ordinary person. Winston was very worried about the heirs of the Crawford family who had interacted with these people.

"Vanessa is making money, using the vanity and stupidity of the Internet nouveau riche to print clean money. If cheating fools with money, then her crime will not be much less than her husband. Oh... Please put the canvas that Cheshire Cat messed up in the studio yesterday, and maybe it can be sold for a good price, after all, we can't let the cat get it for nothing."

"I'm sure you haven't said anything." Joan of Arc said.

"Yes, after all, it's a breakfast table, and I don't want to mention wallpapers stained by body fluids when I enjoy crispy bacon, Italian garlic sausage and Iberian ham."
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