Tony: I Declare You The Strongest

To Obadiah, one hundred million dollars wasn't important at all.

He didn't even care about that small shareholding. What he truly feared was the attitude Tony was displaying!

Ever since Tony Stark returned safely, he'd been holed up in the lab, seeing almost no one except Alvin. This undoubtedly sent a signal to the outside world.

That Tony trusted this young man named Alvin Walsius implicitly!

Because of this, Obadiah deliberately approached Tony, finally using their uncle-nephew relationship to pry some information about Alvin Walsius.

Although Tony still kept many things hidden, after Obadiah contacted the Ten Rings Gang, he quickly guessed the general situation.

It was this young man right before him who had ruined his plan!

Even though he wished he could wring Alvin's head off, Obadiah had to put on a facade of caring for his nephew and being extremely grateful to him, the savior who rescued Tony.

Of course, what he'd said just now was purely to "disgust" Alvin.

Obadiah enthusiastically took Alvin's arm and strode into the charity gala, unreservedly proclaiming to everyone that if it weren't for Alvin, Tony wouldn't have returned safely.

As a result, during the subsequent charity gala, Alvin Walsius became the most sought-after person.

Elites from various industries and politicians constantly sought him out to curry favor.

Alvin maintained a smile throughout, politely handling each person with appropriate discretion. However, in his heart, he had already sentenced Obadiah to death.

That old bastard, you better not fall into my hands, or you'll regret it!

He truly detested these meaningless social events. They held no value whatsoever; they were purely a waste of life.

Just as Alvin was suffering, his savior finally appeared!

Tony Stark made a dazzling entrance, brushed off the crowd with a few words, and then put his arm around Alvin, seating them in a corner by the edge of the hall, a place not easily noticed.

"Thank you so much. This time, it's from the bottom of my heart." Alvin could finally breathe, and he hastily offered his thanks to Tony.

"You mean, it wasn't from the bottom of your heart before?"

Tony, holding a glass of champagne, looked at the flustered Alvin and couldn't help but laugh heartily. "See? This is Tony Stark's popularity. As long as you can connect with me, you'll have a never-ending network of contacts. You should feel honored, Alvin!"

As expected of Marvel's show-off king, he can't resist bragging even now.

"Didn't you say you weren't coming?" Alvin pouted disdainfully. "I'm curious, who changed your mind?"

"Don't even mention it. Pepper insisted I come to the banquet." Tony's smile faded, and he downed his champagne with resentment, saying fiercely, "Pepper said I'd been in the lab for three days and would rot if I didn't get some fresh air. She dared to threaten me with resignation! It's utterly absurd!"

"Pfft!"

Alvin couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

It was clear that before becoming Iron Man, Tony's henpecked nature had already begun to take shape.

"What are you laughing at?" Tony glared at Alvin displeasantly. "Hey, I consider you a friend and came specifically to help you out. And you're mocking me?"

"No, I just suddenly thought of something funny."

Alvin suppressed his laughter, his mind filled with the future, picturing the proud Tony being completely subdued by Pepper.

"What's so funny?"

Tony leaned his neck forward curiously.

"Proud people often don't realize what they cherish most," Alvin said, putting down his champagne and patting Tony's shoulder earnestly. "My friend, I hope you won't be like that, losing the person who cares about you most because of your pride."

"Who? Me?"

Tony pointed at himself with a look of disbelief and burst out laughing. "Don't joke, Alvin. I'm Tony Stark!"

"You know in your heart whether it's true or not."

Alvin smiled but didn't elaborate. Sometimes, if the time wasn't right, it would only backfire.

"Hey, see that woman over there?" Tony, perhaps flustered, awkwardly changed the subject, pointing at a beautiful woman in a black dress with flowing hair and a curvaceous figure. He said confidently, "She's walking towards us. I bet you, she's here to ask me out!"

"Oh, really?"

Looking at the woman in the black dress approaching, Alvin took a sip of champagne and said playfully, "Then I'll bet she's here for me."

"For you? No, no, no, absolutely impossible!"

Tony was extremely confident, straightening his back and adopting the experienced demeanor of a seasoned ladies' man. "I can tell you, you simply don't understand what Tony Stark means to women!"

"Alright, if you lose, you have to grant me one request?" Alvin proposed.

"No problem!"

Tony readily agreed, not thinking for a moment that he would lose.

Joking aside, he's been navigating the dating scene for decades and was voted the most popular man among models. How could he possibly lose to a kid who hasn't even fully grown?

The woman in the black dress held a glass of champagne, her hips swaying seductively. The slit in her dress occasionally revealed a glimpse of her skin, and her shapely, long legs strode gracefully in strappy high heels.

Tony crossed his legs, looking like a sure winner, and lowered his voice to Alvin. "Watch closely, kid. Let me teach you what a man's charm is all about!"

Then, under Tony's confident smile, the woman in the black dress arrived in front of Alvin. Her red lips parted slightly. "Hello, Mr. Walsius. My name is Natasha. Would you be willing to chat with me?"

Click!

Alvin seemed to hear something break.

He turned his head and saw Tony's expression frozen, his pupils contracting violently, his face filled with disbelief.

"Wait, wait. You, you don't recognize me?" Tony, unwilling to admit defeat, forced a stiff smile and introduced himself to the woman in the black dress, "My name is Tony Stark. You should know me."

"Oh, I do know you, Mr. Stark."

The woman in the black dress smiled slightly and said, "The famous playboy, the lover models dream of. They say sleeping with you once gets you a whole year's worth of publicity."

Tony's mouth twitched slightly. "I think that might be a misunderstanding, beautiful lady."

Who was spreading such rumors about him!

What did they mean, sleeping with him for a night would get you a year's worth of publicity?

What did they take him, Tony Stark, for?

Those damn media outlets were infuriating!

"My apologies, Mr. Stark."

But the woman in the black dress couldn't be bothered with him anymore. She turned and gave Alvin a flirtatious glance, "Compared to your 'achievements,' I prefer more innocent guys, like this Mr. Alvin Valshius. You haven't accepted my invitation yet~"

Tony's heart shattered. His mind was filled with "Why?"

How could this kid, who wasn't even fully grown, attract such a hot beauty, while he, Tony Stark, was left aside? It was simply unfair!

"Of course, refusing an invitation from a lady as beautiful as you will be punished by God~"

Alvin smiled slightly, stood up, and put his arm around Natasha's waist. He looked back at Tony and winked, meaning, don't forget your bet.

"You brat, you better watch yourself tonight!"

Tony gritted his teeth. It wasn't that he cared much about the woman; he was simply infuriated by losing face.