Mr. Driver

A surprise?

More like a shock!

The air purification system developed by the genius Tony Stark was actually inferior to a few potted plants?

Tony felt his genius IQ had been insulted.

But since the other party was a great beauty and also Peggy Carter's niece, then this matter...

Obviously couldn't just be let go like that!

"Aha! That's the funniest joke I've heard all year!"

Tony's mouth twitched as he clapped his hands:

"Miss Sharon, as an apology for the disrespect shown to my genius brain, how about we have dinner together tonight?"

"I have to take care of my aunt."

"Ah~ then how about coming to my company? What was your major again? Nursing? I think I need a beautiful private nurse."

"Beep beep!"

A car horn sounded at the door. Sharon gave Tony an apologetic look that lacked any sincerity and got up to open the door:

"The surprise is here."

"What?"

"If you're not busy, come and give me a hand."

"..."

Tony glanced at Aunt Peggy, who was smiling, and rubbed his nose.

He had a sudden realization: was his old man, Howard, just as frustrated in front of Aunt Peggy as he was now in front of Sharon?

"Aunt Peggy, don't worry, I'll send a lawyer's letter to that fraudulent plant shop later."

Peggy Carter chuckled, shaking her head as she watched Tony chase after Sharon's retreating figure out the door.

"Hey, buddy, you okay? I've finished moving your stuff, no need to thank me!"

Leaning against the car door and retching, Zhang tremblingly pulled out some change and shoved it into the hands of the spherical driver with an exaggerated beard:

"Ugh... th-thanks... I need... gag!"

"Tsk, young man, haven't been in Brooklyn long, have you?"

The spherical driver patted Zhang's back with a knowing look, then moved him from the car door to the flower bed railing:

"Brooklyn is just that kind of trendy place. Driving here, your skills naturally have to keep up with the trend!"

"Here's my business card. Call me next time you need to go street racing!"

"Vroom—"

The taxi sped away. When Sharon and Tony stepped outside, they saw Zhang slumped over the flower bed railing along with four potted plants.

"Wow, that is indeed quite a surprise."

Tony pulled out his sunglasses, put them on, and shrugged:

"Typical Brooklyn, performance art everywhere."

"Ah, sorry..."

Hearing someone approach, Zhang caught his breath and climbed up:

"I swear, I'm definitely going to practice my driving when I get back!"

"Ah, Miss Carter, eh? This gentleman looks a bit familiar?"

"He's my aunt's driver."

Sharon beat Tony to it, greeting Zhang with a smile:

"You've worked hard. Now do you see why I choose to ride a motorcycle?"

"Ah, a wise choice."

Zhang picked up a potted plant:

"Um, could you please tell me where to put these?"

"No problem, Mr. Driver, could you help move the plants inside?"

"...My pleasure."

Tony rubbed his nose. He thought of his own blonde assistant and decided that after today, he would stay far away from the women of the Carter family.

But first, he hoped this interesting Asian kid could satisfy his overflowing curiosity.

"Here, here, and here... please put the last one here. Perfect, thank you."

Sharon directed Zhang and the "Mr. Driver" to place the plants, then closed the window:

"Mr. Zhang, how long do we have to wait?"

"Hmm, about two or three minutes should do it."

Zhang wiped the sweat from his brow and couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the "Mr. Driver" fiddling with the leaves of a potted plant with great interest.

"Don't worry, Miss Carter. My boss said the stock will be replenished by tonight. If you need to keep the windows open, you can buy four more pots tomorrow to achieve the same effect."

"Oh, Sharon, I feel something different."

A sharp glint flashed through Aunt Peggy's somewhat cloudy eyes. She looked at the rather smug Zhang in surprise, then turned her gaze, filled with a strange expression, toward the silent Tony.

"It seems we must thank Mrs. Brown for recommending such a wonderful shop to us."

"Young man, who is your boss? Truly remarkable. These plants can't be easy to cultivate, can they?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Zhang introduced with a touch of pride:

"Our shop owner is Dr. Oaks Lin. He is a truly great biologist. These plants are special varieties he carefully cultivated. The yield is low at the moment, but the effects are astonishing."

"Mr. Oaks is very low-key, which is why you can only find us through word-of-mouth from old customers—

It's just a pity there is no Nobel Prize for biology; otherwise, I have no doubt that Mr. Oaks would have a seat on the podium at the Stockholm Concert Hall next year."

"What a remarkable achievement..."

Aunt Peggy smiled.

In just this short while, her body, which had been so frail she could barely walk, felt as relaxed as if she had just finished oxygen therapy at the hospital.

The air quality in the room was improving at a speed perceptible to the human body.

"I'm glad you're satisfied, Auntie."

Sharon quietly breathed a sigh of relief, leaned over, and hugged her aunt's shoulders with a smile:

"That's why it was a bit pricey—I charged your card $4,500~"

"You little rascal~"

Peggy was stunned for a moment, then shook her head with a wry smile:

"It's worth it. Take Mr. Zhang back now."

"I'll take this young man back."

Tony, who had remained silent the entire time, turned around. He was still wearing his sunglasses, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking:

"I am the driver, after all."

At the Emerald Dream plant shop, Oaks had already closed the doors and was frowning as he looked at his ledger.

It contained the contact information left behind by the customers who had come to shop.

The latest entry was the name "Sharon Carter."

It shouldn't be a coincidence.

One of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., Peggy Carter's niece, Agent 13 of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Even her colleagues didn't know about her relationship with Peggy Carter.

Except for a certain cat-loving director—well, she should have a senior sister as well.

Moreover, her identity as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent seemed to be kept secret from everyone except Peggy Carter.

Thankfully, there shouldn't be any trouble.

He then chuckled to himself—if he were working on other technological projects, S.H.I.E.L.D. might be interested in investigating him, but something like this...

S.H.I.E.L.D. was busy enough; they were occupied with working hard for the rise of Hydra. They weren't an environmental charity, so they wouldn't have time to pay attention to someone playing with potted plants.

Shaking his head, he went out the back door and opened the door leading to the basement—

Beneath the stairs was his "supply source," the laboratory where he cultivated magical plants.

Inside was an ecological cultivation base that simulated natural light. He only needed to dig up the seedlings, bring them back to the shop, plant them in pots, and use natural magic to accelerate their growth.

Just as he was busy at work, a flashy Audi R8 convertible screeched to a sudden stop in front of the main entrance.

"Aha, we're here!"

Tony Stark patted Zhang, who was nearly collapsing in his seat, and began to indulge in exaggerated self-admiration:

"Hey, buddy, I bet my driving skills are miles better than that taxi driver's!"

"..."

Zhang struggled to open the door and get out. His throat had gone hoarse from screaming the whole way:

"Mr. Driver... thank you... blech!"

"You should thank me, because I don't usually give men rides in my car!"

Tony pushed up his sunglasses and took a careful look at the shop's sign.

"Emerald Dream... have a sweet dream, bye~"

"Vroom—"

The sports car sped away. Zhang tremblingly fished out the shop keys:

"I never used to get carsick, but after riding in Brooklyn traffic too much, I suppose I do now... blech..."