The Mellon Family's Messenger

The people trying to capture Skye never showed themselves. Even with the full range of Kryptonian superpowers, without a fortune-teller's ability to predict the future, Henry could only sigh helplessly.

Were there any other clues on those street thugs from before?

Henry was considering whether to take a stroll through New York's streets, especially Hell's Kitchen and Harlem on Manhattan Island, both of which he had yet to investigate in depth.

Maybe he could dig those people out while he was at it and ask whether they had forgotten anything. The Kryptonian grand memory-restoration technique came with guaranteed quality!

The next day, at Grandma's request, Henry drove Skye to school. When he returned, he was about to take Katharine Hepburn to Central Park to walk the tiger when the apartment building's entrance buzzer rang again.

After Mastermind's last door-opening assassination attempt, Henry was practically developing PTSD from the downstairs entrance buzzer.

It turned out that a full set of Kryptonian superpowers did not guarantee absolute safety in the Marvel Universe, a world where heroes were everywhere and gods roamed freely. There were always strange abilities that could affect a Kryptonian, and they did not necessarily require Kryptonite.

Still, not everyone who came calling harbored ill intentions. Seeing the elderly white man in a crisp black tailcoat on the doorbell monitor, Henry was simply baffled.

"This is the Hepburn residence. Who are you looking for?"

Upon hearing his voice over the intercom, the man immediately straightened up and cleared his throat. "Hello, I am the butler of the Mellon family. May I ask whether Mr. Henry Brown is at home?"

The visitor did not give his name, only his background—the Mellon family. Even among America's Old Money, that family's reputation ranked among the very highest. It certainly carried more weight than