The corner of Homelander's eye twitched as he looked at the young staffer in charge of the matter as though scrutinizing a heretic.
The staffer's face fell. "Sir, I don't know why this happened either. I've been actively communicating with the New York government on Vought's behalf, but they haven't budged. This Mr. Carl is our competitor. I never expected..."
Homelander waved a hand to cut him off, anger churning inside him as a hint of menace crept onto his face.
Carl was still smiling, her smile clearly showing that she had nothing to fear.
Homelander looked at Carl. "This place can only be mine. Name your price."
His voice was calm, but his smile had vanished. An invisible, intangible pressure slowly spread, enough to make an ordinary person's knees buckle. The reporters nearby fell silent, and even the fervent fans' cries grew a little quieter.
It was the first time any of them had seen Homelander openly show his displeasure.
A little cold sweat broke out on Carl's forehead, but her smile soon returned.
"I'm sorry, sir. I like this place very much. Of course, you're Homelander, the most powerful superhero in the world, so I trust you wouldn't break the law over a tiny problem."
As she spoke, she glanced at Ryan beside him. "Especially in front of a child."
Those words made Homelander's gaze gradually darken.
What do you mean?
Are you saying I have to set an example in front of my child and can't break the law?
Homelander glanced at Ryan. He had always wanted Ryan to understand that, as his son, he could do whatever he wanted.
But Carl's actions were undoubtedly undermining his parenting plans.
If he actually backed down today, it would plant a seed of timidity in Ryan's heart. As the