The afternoon sun shines on the lawn on the campus of University of Los Angeles.
Gwen Stacy Daisy, carrying several professional books, walked briskly along the tree-lined path.
What happened last night left a deep impression on her.
However, she was in a fairly good mood.
After all, he now had teammates to fight alongside him, and was no longer alone.
Gwen Stacy couldn't help but smile faintly at the thought of Luca Stark.
This guy has a sharp tongue and doesn't speak seriously.
But standing next to him really gives me a very reassuring feeling.
Just as Gwen Stacy was lost in thought...
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the Spider-Sense deep within my brain screamed!
This feeling is strange.
It felt like someone had taken a needle and plunged it deep into the back of her head!
This can only mean one thing: things are very dangerous now!
Gwen Stacy stopped abruptly, her muscles tensing instantly.
Then, she began to look around warily.
Students were coming and going all around, chatting and laughing, and nothing seemed amiss.
But she wasn't entirely at ease; the Spider-Sense would never be wrong.
Miss Stacy.
Just then, a deep, hoarse male voice suddenly came from behind.
Gwen Stacy turned around quickly.
She saw a middle-aged man in a gray trench coat standing less than two meters away from her.
The man wore glasses and had an ordinary appearance; he was the kind of person who would disappear instantly in a crowd.
But the way he looked at Gwen Stacy was like that of a venomous snake eyeing its prey.
"Who are you?" Gwen Stacy clutched the book in her arms tighter, her eyes turning cold.
The man smiled slightly and adjusted his glasses.
Who I am is not important. What matters is that I know who you are.
The man took a step forward and lowered his voice.
"The fireworks display downtown was spectacular. That costume really suits you, Spider-Woman."
Upon hearing this address, Gwen Stacy's pupils contracted sharply.
Damn it! We've been exposed!
But how could that be?!
She was always very careful and never took off her mask in front of anyone!
Except for last night in front of Luca!
Did Luca betray her?
No, that's impossible.
This guy may be a scumbag, but he's definitely not the kind of person who would stab you in the back.
I don't understand what you're saying.
Gwen Stacy kept a cold face, pretending to look at someone who was crazy.
"I'm just a regular exchange student. If you keep harassing me, I'll call the campus police."
The man's smile deepened, seemingly unconcerned by Gwen Stacy's threat.
"You can call the campus police, Miss Stacy."
"But I doubt that New York Police Department George Stacy would want to see her precious daughter get involved in any dangerous trouble, would she?"
Damn it, this guy is threatening his family!
Gwen Stacy's eyes turned sharp, and a murderous aura emanated from her.
What exactly do you want?
The man spread his hands out, striking a relaxed pose.
"Don't be nervous. We're just very interested in you. You have amazing abilities; you shouldn't waste them on something as trivial as catching thieves."
" Hydra sends its greetings, Miss Stacy."
The man left those words behind, gave Gwen Stacy a deep look, then turned and walked into the crowd, quickly disappearing from sight.
Gwen Stacy stood there, her hands and feet ice-cold.
Hydra.
Of course she had heard of that name.
That day on the battlefield, Luca and Tony had mentioned this terrorist organization lurking in the shadows.
They've actually set their sights on me!
And they even found out my real identity!
He even knows who her father is!
Gwen Stacy walked quickly into the teaching building and hid in a restroom.
She leaned against the sink and saw her pale face in the mirror, panting heavily.
This is a huge problem.
She wasn't afraid at all if it was just directed at her personally.
But the other person mentioned their father.
She guessed that Hydra must be a bunch of madmen with no moral compass.
Therefore, they are capable of anything.
Gwen Stacy's hands trembled as she pulled her phone from her pocket.
The screen lit up, displaying a number without a name saved in the contacts.
This was the private number Luca had given her that night.
"If you encounter any problems, feel free to contact me."
Luca's words echoed in her ears.
Gwen Stacy's hand hovered over the dial button, but she hesitated to press it.
Should I really call him?
But this is clearly my own problem.
The Stark brothers are now in the global spotlight, and they themselves face countless dangers and schemes.
If we involve them, won't it cause them even more trouble?
Besides, why should I ask others for help?
Just because we fought once?
Gwen Stacy gritted her teeth, but ultimately put the phone back in her pocket.
"No, I can handle it myself."
She looked at herself in the mirror, and her gaze hardened once more.
"I'm Spider-Woman, and I'm strong!"
It was 8 PM.
A private club in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.
A top-tier business charity gala is being held here tonight.
Those who received invitations were all prominent figures in the political and business circles of California and even the entire United States.
Just then...
A stretched Lincoln slowly pulled up in front of the red carpet at the clubhouse entrance.
The car door opened.
Luca Stark was the first to get out of the car.
He wore a custom-made dark blue suit tonight, without a tie, and his shirt collar was slightly open, giving him a touch of nonchalant sexiness.
The moment he appeared, the flashbulbs went off, turning the place into daylight.
" Mr. Luca! Look this way!"
" Mr. Superman! Are you here tonight for a charity auction?"
Luca smiled and waved to the reporters, then turned around and extended his right hand in a very gentlemanly manner.
Immediately afterwards, a foot wearing a black high heel stepped out.
Jessica Drew took Luca's hand and got out of the car.
Jessica looked absolutely stunning tonight; it was impossible to look away.
In response to Luca's unreasonable demand to wear bright colors, she changed into a burgundy deep-V backless evening gown.
The dress clung perfectly to her body, showcasing her stunning figure to the fullest.
Especially the deep cleavage on her chest, enough to make any normal man unable to look away.
Jessica linked arms with Luca, while Watermelon tucked his arm between her legs, both wearing impeccable smiles.
But only she knew how much she wanted to snap the neck of the bastard next to her.
On the way to the club, the spacious back seat became her torture chamber.
" Miss Jones, you're sitting too far away from me."
Luca leaned back in his chair, holding a glass of champagne, his gaze sweeping over her with unbridled abandon.
"As your personal assistant, you should always be within your boss's reach. Move over a little."
Jessica gritted her teeth, suppressing her anger, and moved ten centimeters closer to him.
"Closer." Luca raised an eyebrow.
Jessica took a deep breath and moved another ten centimeters, until their thighs were almost touching.
"Very good." Luca nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly leaned closer to her.
The distance between the two people shrank to only a few centimeters.
Jessica could smell a faint scent emanating from the other person.
Her body tensed instantly; her agent's instincts nearly made her throw a punch.
Your collar looks a little crooked.
Luca reached out, his long, slender fingers lightly brushing against the fair skin of her chest, and straightened the hem of her dress.
Do you need your boss to tidy it up for you personally? That's an extra employee perk.
Jessica's ears turned red instantly, and she leaned back slightly to avoid his hand.
" Mr. Stark, I can do it myself."
"Call me Luca." Luca withdrew his hand, his smile carrying a deeper meaning.
"Also, your task tonight is to stick close to me. Do whatever I tell you to do. If you act like a block of wood, or if you displease me..."
Luca swirled the wine in his glass, his tone becoming nonchalant.
"You can go to the finance department to settle your accounts and leave tomorrow. Stark Industries doesn't keep assistants who lack tact."
Damn it, they're threatening to fire me again!
Jessica cursed Luca's ancestors in her mind.
That damn scumbag!
Capitalists! Vampires!
If it weren't for the mission, if it weren't for figuring out the details...
She would absolutely shove that glass of champagne down his throat!
"I understand, Luca."
Jessica forced a sweet smile, her tone incredibly gentle.
"I will do my best."