Dangerous Secrets

Seeing that Charlize still looked conflicted, Catherine asked another question. "Do you know who the most attractive man was in my time?"

Charlize was taken aback by the sudden change of topic, but after thinking carefully, she said, "Charlie Chaplin?"

"That's a despicable, womanizing, and irresponsible guy! He's nowhere near as good."

Who is that?

"JFK, John Fitzgerald Kennedy."

"The President of the United States?"

Nodding, Catherine said, "Yes, that unfortunate guy who was assassinated. He was a very charming and witty man. Moreover, his family possessed wealth that most people could not imagine, and he himself wielded immense power."

"You can't imagine how many actresses were infatuated with him back then. What If...? you were to talk to him face to face, you certainly wouldn't dislike him; you might even be captivated by him."

"Even I find it hard to resist his charm. But I know even more clearly how dangerous little John is, and I've earnestly advised my friends who are succumbing to his allure. Some listened, some didn't. And the outcome..."

Catherine shook her head regretfully.

Charlize Theron suddenly remembered a name and blurted out, "Marilyn Monroe?"

"She was an innocent and slightly silly younger sister; she shouldn't have gone to Hollywood," Catherine said regretfully.

"Wasn't Marilyn Monroe ordered by Kennedy?"

Catherine shook her head and said, "Among the many conspiracy theories, there's this one. But John wouldn't lay a hand on a woman; Jacqueline wouldn't stoop to that. It's precisely because he's so trustworthy that people dare to entrust themselves to him."

"Everyone just overestimated John's abilities. He couldn't even protect himself, so how could he protect others? I'm more inclined to believe that Marilyn knew too much and was unable to extricate herself."

"The others wanted to give John a warning, and then they chose someone who was significant enough, but not crucial to the overall situation. John is a gentleman, but that doesn't mean all his opponents are gentlemen."

Seeing Charlize Theron's worried expression, Catherine couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, it seems I gave you an extreme example and scared you. I just wanted to tell you that sometimes letting men keep some secrets isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"What If...? he uses our feigned ignorance to betray us?"

"That's another issue altogether. But isn't that life? There are no right answers, only choices, and then results. It's just that those results aren't necessarily what you want."

Charlize Theron is ultimately not like Catherine Hepburn; she's just a nineteen-year-old girl now. Although her experiences have taken her beyond the naive stage, she's not on the same level as the eighty-seven-year-old grandmother.

There are many things that she doesn't easily accept or understand.

Catherine didn't need to ask to know what the girl was worried about from her conflicted expression. "Are you thinking about Henry's situation?"

Charlize remained silent, only nodding.

"That child also has a secret, and I believe you've noticed it too."

The girl nodded again. As her husband, how could he not know anything? Did he really think she was a naive and innocent girl?

"But that child is more afraid of death than I Catherine. I think you don't need to worry too much about that since you're with him."

Would someone who's afraid of death keep a Tiger as a Tiger? And even treat it like a cat?

The future South Africa diamond was screaming wildly inside.

"—Often, he needs someone to give him a push before he takes a step forward. But you don't need to push him deliberately; his willingness to help you today will naturally motivate him to move forward."

"Just focus on your own things and don't worry about him falling behind. If no one takes care of him, as long as he doesn't starve, I don't think he'll go out."

Henry wasn't distracted by the two women talking about him, otherwise he would have been surprised that Catherine saw right through his reclusive nature.

Now he faces one of the universe's most exceptional geniuses alone. Despite using his X-Ray Vision multiple times, he still can't see if the other has an extra gem in his head, and Henry dares not let his guard down.

Conversations with Tony don't involve lofty, abstract discussions. But, in Buddhist terms, he carries an excessive burden of karma. This is true for all superheroes and supervillains, regardless of their level of involvement.

Just the thought of interacting with someone like that made Henry feel terrified. That's why he always spoke very rudely and, to some extent, wanted to stay away from this young master.

Now that we've decided to cooperate, it's impossible to assume all the potential consequences that the other party might bring.

Ideally, one could simply reap the benefits without incurring any consequences. But even a fool knows that such a thing is impossible.

Therefore, Henry had to listen carefully and think carefully about the impact of each of Tony Stark's requests.

Once inside the study, Tony sat down without saying a word. He and Henry locked eyes, as if they were competing to see who could keep their composure longer.

A moment later, there was a knock on the closed door.

Henry simply glanced over. Tony, however, said, "Come in."

That was one of Tony Stark's entourage members. A very attractive female secretary, she not only wore a business suit that showed off her figure, but some of her breasts were so swollen they were almost spilling out.

The female secretary placed a silver tray with a bottle of fine whiskey and two empty glasses in front of Tony Stark. She didn't touch the bottle or the glasses once, and then left.

The female secretary was trying her best to flirt and show off her figure, but the young master seemed like an old monk who had no eyes for women, which made Henry quite strange.

Could it be that Tony Stark in this world has been turned gay for some unknown reason, preferring chrysanthemums to feminine adornments?

This speculation made Henry's backside tighten inexplicably, and a sense of crisis arose spontaneously. Perhaps it was time to consider ending the Iron Man legend before it even began.

"I always feel like you're thinking something really rude with that expression on your face. Maybe I should go out and get a gun, and shoot you a few times when I'm annoyed. By the way, bullets can't penetrate your skin, does it hurt?"

"Whether it hurts or not is a very subjective question. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. Which answer do you want?"

"Forget it, don't tell me, I'm not interested in knowing. Anyway, I can save the money for bullets. That's what you mean, right?"

Henry shrugged, not wanting to continue the topic. Tony was genuinely uninterested too, otherwise he would have pressed for more information.