Chapter 541

A Man in Marvel, Working for the System

A beautiful woman in her early thirties stood by the roadside, her blonde hair simply tied up in a bun.

She wore a classic camel-colored trench coat paired with basketball shoes several sizes too big.

The owner of the sneakers wore a blank expression, a suit, and sunglasses, his build somewhere between muscular and fat.

His identity was obvious—bodyguard.

The bodyguard stood slightly behind the blonde beauty, guarding one side while another bodyguard guarded the other. He carried the blonde woman's shoes in his hand—light blue high heels with no visible brand. A butterfly inlaid with real diamonds conveyed one word: expensive.

The costly clothes and suited bodyguards...

Were enough to deter 99.9 percent of male creatures. The remaining 0.01 percent probably lacked the confidence to compete with Tony Stark for a woman.

Tony Stark: billionaire, genius, playboy. And the blonde beauty was Stark's personal assistant.

Although the two had repeatedly emphasized that they were merely colleagues and good friends.

Nothing more!

Who would believe that?

"Happy." Pepper said.

Happy Hogan, the shoe-carrying bodyguard, stepped forward to show that he was listening.

"Give me some personal space." Pepper said wearily. "I can barely breathe."

Happy fell silent.

Ever since Stark had gone missing, Pepper had been under tremendous pressure. She had to ensure that when Stark returned, Stark Group would still belong to Stark.

She faced crocodiles from Wall Street, jackals from Washington, and vultures within Stark Group itself.

—This was undoubtedly Hell difficulty.

Unless people ran into some trouble, they would never know what kind of demons and monsters surrounded them.

Pepper was a strong woman, but even strength had its limits.

She was close to breaking down, Happy thought, and took a step back.

Pepper casually walked over to a