The Two Who Hurt Each Other

Tony Stark, who had just arrived at the banquet, not only watched a great show but also participated in it, which made him very happy.

For some reason, he suddenly understood why the old man was so attached to Stark Studios. The feeling of being the center of attention was indeed intoxicating.

The Stark Family ' flamboyant nature is ingrained in their DNA.

However, Tony Stark is not at all enthusiastic about ordinary social activities.

The so-called toast was just a convenient way for him to get a drink.

Listening to a few old Stark Studios veterans pledging their loyalty was just a matter of recognizing their faces since I'd never actually met them. But these people's faces were so unremarkable that I'd probably forget who they were in three seconds.

As for the rest who wanted to curry favor, Happy and his group of secretaries who came with them dealt with them.

Tony Stark was most annoyed by a group of old men who would come up and boast about their good relationship with Howard and how they would take care of Tony, the young man, for a while.

Then they start asking for money and investment. They claim it's mutual support, but they're really just trying to exchange empty words for real money.

The only person Tony kept by his side was Henry Brown. He had to give him enough attention so that others would also take Henry seriously.

That's what he said, but really it was because Tony was curious about some things. Seeing that the people around him were being kept at arm's length, the impatient young master finally asked, "Is that recording real?"

"The story is true, the recording is fake. That's why those two idiots were fooled. Tell your people not to be stupid enough to send the evidence for forensic analysis; it'll expose them."

Tony was taken aback and asked, "Aren't you afraid they'll take the case seriously and send the tapes for forensic analysis through official channels?"

"This case couldn't be handled seriously; I was betting they wouldn't dare. Luckily, my gamble paid off."

"You despicable bastard. Sometimes I really doubt if you ever tell the truth." Tony picked at the food he had already inspected and started eating, one bite after another, as if venting his frustration.

"I really do have eavesdropping and recording devices. You see, they're still running right now. So when you feel you need to tell a secret, using jammers is a smart move."

Tony stared wide-eyed at the man before him, unable to believe his eyes.

With an indifferent shrug, Henry removed his left cufflink, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

Tony grabbed the cufflinks and examined them closely. "This is... Mike? Bluetooth technology, so the recording equipment is somewhere else?"

He truly lives up to his reputation as a research whiz; he guessed almost everything about Henry's thoughts at a glance.

Tony casually tossed back his cufflinks, which Henry caught with a deft flourish and fastened back onto his left cuff. Then the young master asked, "What about the recording equipment?"

"Let me keep you in suspense for now, boss. I can't keep showing off my skills forever if you always see right through me. Maybe what I said about the recording equipment was just me making things up, trying to fool you."

Tony gave him a "I don't believe you" look and didn't press the matter further.

Henry then said, "Your father would have left behind jamming devices, and there must have been quite a few similar spy devices used for eavesdropping and surveillance, right?"

"These are all crude remnants from World War II. I'm seriously considering giving them a makeover and upgrade."

"Ha, it's always better to protect yourself than to get into trouble and cause problems." Henry downed his champagne in one gulp and then had someone bring him another glass.

Now he's in a position to command others, albeit thanks to the favor of others. He feels no guilt whatsoever about the saying, "If you don't use your power, it will expire."

"Have you considered that your outburst today might deter some people? Before they've even had a chance to interact with you, you've already cut off their access to that shady business. Otherwise, what are they supposed to do when they've foolishly left evidence with you?"

"Oh, you regret hiring me? Then fire me. Anyway, our contract says I can come and go as I please."

"You want your onboarding and resignation to happen on the same day? I can't afford to lose face like that." Tony clicked his tongue and asked again, "Do you know the FBI will be there?"

Henry laughed and said, "I don't know. Luckily, I didn't listen to some young master's boast that as long as I was branded with the Stark Family mark, it would be like holy water exorcising demons, keeping those FBI monsters away from me."

"So I prepared in advance. Now it seems that the preparation has come in handy, I'm so lucky, aren't I?"

Henry has had far too many near-misses with the cops lately, and he always manages to slip away before they notice. But in a familiar situation like today, there's no escaping; he can only prepare and wait.

"Damn it!" Tony, still annoyed by another sarcastic remark, downed his champagne in frustration. He snapped his the Snap, a sound that sent a shiver down Henry's spine, but Tony was only calling to his henchman. "Happy, give me something strong."

Upon receiving the instructions, Happy Hogan immediately had a glass of whiskey brought to him on a tray. Charlize Theron also arrived at the same time.

The girl had been held back by Catherine, and Henry had also given her a "don't come any closer" signal, so she was forced to watch the whole farce from the sidelines with great anxiety.

Fortunately, no one was hurt in the end. Now it's her turn to come over, furious and demanding an explanation.

Before Charlize Theron could even speak, Henry grabbed her waist and silenced her with a kiss.

It wasn't a suitable occasion for a deep kiss, so the two parted after a brief touch. But even this intimate contact made Charlize's eyes seem to be dangling, every thread of light tied to Henry's face.

"I know you're worried about me, which makes me incredibly happy. But you can't help with that kind of thing. In situations like this, you should stay calm and observe, instead of impulsively running out."

"Mmm." Charlize Theron nestled sweetly into Henry's arms.

In fact, she herself didn't know whether she was worried about this man or about her promising future being interrupted by that unexpected incident.

This thought made her feel extremely ashamed, and she dared not look the man in the eye.

Having just been fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), the playboy, seeing that smug expression, surprisingly didn't show any confrontation. He simply ordered, "Happy, let them in."

Tony Stark's words were like a switch being flipped. Suddenly, countless beautiful girls with alluring figures walked into the banquet hall that was rented from the hotel.

They wore sexy dresses, showing off their shapely legs, treating January in Los Angeles like the height of summer, displaying their best features and tempting men's fantasies on the verge of pornography.

Also entering were the DJ's sound system and a disco ball that spun and emitted colorful lights. The energetic music pounded and cheered the crowd.

Henry was dumbfounded, looking at Tony Stark with his arms around both of them. The young master said, "You're the one who told me that money should be spent to promote economic circulation."

"Besides, with resources like Stark Studios, it would be a waste not to make good use of them. Don't worry, I'll give you a special public relations allowance as CEO in addition to your annual salary, so hosting banquets every day won't be a problem."

"Hey girls, get your asses moving. This is my place, not some old man's wake. The wildest girl gets a prize! Henry, come on. This is a welcome party for you."

Before the young master could finish speaking, he was escorted away by a group of beautiful women and taken to the dance floor.

Henry, on the other hand, felt a death stare coming from below his chin, making his scalp tingle.

It seems that this day next year will be Iron Man's death anniversary.