Angel starting from American comics

Everyone in Osborne Company is still busy, and there is no sad atmosphere at all.

The company's founder, Harman Osborne, was dying. He could only rely on others to get a drink of water while lying on the bed, which made this man who was high-spirited in his youth feel sad.

The hospital also tried its best under the money offensive, but it was still unable to stop the god of death.

Money can buy many things, but not life.

Lying on the huge soft bed in the luxurious bedroom, Haman only has one or two hours of waking time every day. Yesterday, he had ordered to bring his son Harry Osborn from boarding school.

The subordinates rushed to pick up Harry.

In fact, Haman's condition did show signs of improvement and recovery over a period of time. That was when Dr. Connors was still working here. His study of lizards was actually studying their self-healing abilities.

And that guy was unwilling to use veterans for human experiments, so he was kicked out a long time ago. They don't support freeloaders.

Haman's old face was full of wrinkles, and his cloudy eyes were sunk deep into his sockets, while his subordinates stood silently aside.

There are some things that he has to personally hand over to his son, and there are also some things that he needs to personally instruct. How can any father in the world not love his son?

That day, Harry came back from afar and everyone was kicked out of the room. Only two people knew what was said inside, and one of them had left forever.

In the early morning, employees hurried to the company to clock in. Harry sat in the office and looked down at the prosperous city, but he couldn't feel proud anyway, because his father told him some bad news.

It was raining lightly outside, and Harry looked pale.

The entire company was no different from before. No one seemed to realize that they had changed their boss, a young boy who was only nineteen years old.

Harry has short light blond hair and long slanted bangs that cover half of his face. He looks like a young boy.

Through the transparent glass, he saw a beautiful girl hurriedly walking through the corridor holding information.

The "bang bang" knock on the door woke him up from his own world. He was already the boss of a big company and could no longer relax.

"Please come in."

The person who walked in was an old man in a suit and tie, with a neatly slicked back hair and a white flower on his chest.

"boss."

"What are you looking for?" Harry couldn't help but frown when he saw the other party. Recently, these so-called company veterans and shareholders had been harassing and threatening him.

The current Osborne Group is like a piece of fat. Wild dogs from all directions have smelled the fishy smell and are waiting for an opportunity to rip off a piece of the fat.

After an unpleasant conversation, Harry even dropped things on the floor after the man left.

"Abominable" even though he was young, he was not a fool. He was filled with anger at being played with by the elders like this.

Da da da

The sound of high heels hitting the ground followed by a click of the door being opened, and a woman with long dark red hair and a fiery figure walked into the door.

When Harry looked up, his mouth went dry. Needless to say, the woman had a curvy face, a delicate and charming face, and was wearing a short skirt. She looked like a seductive temptress.

"Coffee, please." The woman put down the cup politely and sat down in front of Harry.

"What's the matter?" Seeing the woman sitting down, Harry looked at her exposed skin with burning eyes.

The woman crossed her legs nonchalantly and said with a smile: "Master Harry, your control over the company is no longer what it used to be."

Harry's eyes suddenly became sharp: "What do you want to say?"

The woman flicked her fingers and smiled: "Why not cooperate? We need funds, and Master Harry needs to regain control of Osborne Enterprises. We can cooperate with each other, as long as both parties are honest."

As she spoke, the woman made an exaggerated hug gesture.

Harry leaned back and crossed his legs, looking like a dandy young man: "Why do I need your help? I don't need anyone to take this company into my own hands again."

The woman suddenly smiled, quite happily: "Then Master Harry, please think about it more. This is my contact information. If you think about it, you can call me."

After saying that, the woman handed over a hard card, twisted her waist and left. Harry looked at the card in his hand and was in a daze.

"This is a date between the two of us, but you suddenly want to bring someone else with you."

In the suburbs of New York, an angry girl was scolding her boyfriend.

This is Peter Parker and Gwen.

Parker said cautiously: "I just asked them out so that they can be alone together, and they won't disturb us."

"You sound like a pimp"

As he spoke, a cream-colored boy with long slanted bangs came over from a distance. Parker hurriedly introduced his girlfriend: "Osborne Harry. My old classmate."

The two parties had a pleasant conversation, and surprisingly, Harry turned out to be Peter's old friend, and the two had a very good relationship.

Back in New York this time, Harry was still alone, so Peter Parker also asked Alina out, hoping to get the two of them together.

Seeing a familiar figure coming from a distance, Alina greeted everyone.

Harry didn't feel his breath was stagnant. The girl in front of him was really beautiful. Look at her delicate face and tall figure. She was wearing a sunhat on her head during the outing, giving her a bit of a little girl vibe. Come.

"Hello" Harry spoke to her hastily.

"Then let's go play over there." Peter Parker smiled and pointed to the grassy field in the distance.

"Wait a moment, Amy is still behind" Alina hurriedly stopped her.

"You called Amy out?" Peter Parker looked a little weird.

And Gwen almost couldn't hold back her laughter, and this was a real mistake.

Originally thinking of giving Alina and Harry a chance to be alone together, they never thought that Amy would also come.

"Hey" I saw everyone in the distance. Amy waved to say hello, carrying large and small bags in her hands, and there was a little girl walking behind her.

There was no expression on her delicate face. Seeing Amy's nonchalant movements, Shelia showed an unprecedented complex expression on her face.

"Hey, who is this?" Looking at Xilia, a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, everyone's curiosity suddenly rose.

"My sister is beautiful, isn't she?" Amy replied proudly, rubbing her sister's long golden hair and pinching her moist cheeks.

Amy also saw Harry, and the two parties greeted each other and stopped talking after being polite.

Harry was busy talking to Alina, but the latter was always a little absent-minded.