Umbrella, Experimental Building.
Sean had barely returned to his office and sat down when Harry hurriedly shoved open the door. He stared at him as though he were some rare species, his lips twitching as he struggled with whether to speak.
"I'm not a stripper at a nightclub, so wipe that strange look off your face." Sean rubbed his brow. Since returning from outer space, he had been receiving special treatment as a patient. "I barely escaped Gwen and Dr. Connors' warm concern. If you want to celebrate my safe return, one bottle of champagne will do."
Seeing that his friend truly seemed fine, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled out a chair and sat down casually. When he had seen the news report on television saying that Doom Group's space experiment had suffered an accident, he had been badly frightened. He had immediately contacted Dr. Connors and learned from him that Sean had returned safely to Earth.
Even so, Young Master Osborn was still somewhat worried. As he had said, he did not have many friends he could trust. Peter, once his closest friend, would inevitably make things awkward whenever they met again because of Mary Jane.
Sean picked up the warm black tea on his desk and said with a bitter smile, "See? Lately, even alcohol and stimulating drinks have been expressly forbidden to me. If I hadn't repeatedly refused, Dr. Connors would definitely have hired a private doctor to give me a full examination."
At Victor Doom's private clinic, he had tactfully declined the doctor's request for an examination, claiming that he had his own private physician. In such a strange world, where technological barriers were extraordinarily easy to breach, Sean had always felt an inexplicable wariness toward having his blood drawn or his