"What did you say? I didn't catch that. Say it again."
Tony spoke slowly, his voice betraying neither joy nor anger.
Jamie took him at his word. "I said, as long as that beautiful secretary beside you can..."
Boom!
Before he could finish, Jamie's head burst apart like a watermelon.
Blood sprayed everywhere, but an invisible barrier stopped it before it reached Tony.
Beside him, Natasha was stunned by the scene as well.
She had already sentenced Jamie to death the moment he said those words.
But she hadn't expected Tony's methods to be even more brutal and direct than she had imagined. For a moment, she was too stunned to speak.
Tony slowly rose, straightened his cuffs, and said unhurriedly, "Who gave you the courage to say something like that in front of me? Wakanda?"
"If so, then this country has no reason to exist."
Tony murmured to himself, while Natasha listened beside him, her cheeks flushed crimson.
There was no definitive answer to what kind of man women liked.
But one thing was certain: when a man protected a woman, he was at his most appealing to her.
Otherwise, why would there be so many stories of heroes rescuing damsels in distress? Writers never tired of the trope.
Just then, the office door opened, and Jamie's secretary walked in carrying a stack of documents.
These were the contracts Jamie had told her to prepare earlier.
But when she saw the scene inside the office, she froze. A second later, a piercing scream escaped her lips, instantly alerting the entire Foreign Trade Department.
Before long, a large crowd gathered around.
"What happened?"
Jamie's secretary pointed blankly into the office, and the gathering crowd followed her finger.
The gruesome scene inside immediately met their eyes.
Jamie, the head of the