When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

In the end, Maya waited for another 10 minutes, and Hansen's Immortal Ninjutsu went through a big cycle.

The middle-aged black woman called out the little girl's name again. At this time, there were only three or four girls left.

Maya stood up and asked with a smile: "Nat, why have you been so long? The director must value you very much."

Natalie said innocently and cutely: "No, the director just asked me some questions. I didn't prepare anything before I came here, and I didn't know the script. This time it was completely improvised. I'm not sure whether I can be selected. It just depends on the director’s choice.”

The president's smiling face suddenly froze, "Yes, really, forget it. It's time for me to leave, I just want to say hello to you."

"Then let's go together."

"My house is near here. It's closer from the back door. Let's see you next time, Nat."

After saying that, the president waved his hand, turned and left. Sister-in-law Natalie was left with a confused look on her face. What happened to Maya? Did she know that I lied? She shouldn't have. Although Director Lubekson had already decided in advance to choose me. But it’s only been a while, so no one should know about it. Forget it, don’t think about it, go find your mother and tell her the good news.

President Maya glumly found Jennifer and the others at the French restaurant on the street. Although this restaurant also has authentic French taste, only some middle class people will come to patronize it. After all, the location here is not good and the decoration is average. Well, it's embarrassing. Maya and her family are not considered middle class.

"Why have you waited so long? We have already finished eating the snails. You can't keep that kind of food for a long time. Otherwise, I'll order you another one," Jennifer said.

"Forget it, I don't like snails either, just give me a veal steak."

Soon a service staff came over and gave Maya a steak and a glass of orange juice.

Jennifer and the others were eating their macaroni. The macaroni sauce was gray-brown, slimy, and looked disgusting. I don’t know why Jack and the others were eating so happily.

Just after finishing half of the steak, Maya suddenly had a look on her face. He caught a glimpse of Natalie walking in from the door of the restaurant, holding a middle-aged woman's arm. The lady was dressed elegantly and decently, her hair was neatly combed, and her face was neat and tidy. The whole movement is so elegant and unique, it is simply a model for the girls on the Upper East Side to learn from.

Obviously, this is Natalie's mother, Mrs. Portman. If it hadn't been for the news that she had secretly sensed dozens of minutes ago, even if Mrs. Portman was as cool and noble as she was, President Maya would have stood up and said hello to Natalie.

No matter how cool and noble Mrs. Portman is, she can still be more noble than Tony's mother and more powerful than the old bsn wife.

Although Tony's mother died in 1991, Maya also met Mrs. Stark a few years ago. If you just look at appearances, Mrs. Stark is well-mannered and unattainable. But as soon as she talked to her, Maya felt as if her whole body was soaking in a spring hot spring.

It was precisely because she had such a good impression of the old Stark couple that Maya didn't want them to be tricked to death by Hydra. Little Maya secretly gave some hints to the old man Howard through her previous life. It's a pity that although Old Stark was seriously injured, his life was saved, but his wife did unfortunately pass away.

Shaking his head, President Maya retracted his thoughts, and sighed to himself: Whenever he sees an old wealthy lady from the Upper East Side like Mrs. Portman, he cannot help but think of that amiable poor lady.

President Maya continued to cut the steak while focusing on the girl he had just met.

"Mom, today I met a girl who also came to audition. I have decided to make friends with her," Natalie said to her mother who was ordering food.

After hearing her daughter's words, Mrs. Portman paused her hands, and then said to the waiter: "Okay, that's all."

After the waiter walked away, Mrs. Portman said to her daughter: "Nate, there must be a reason for you to do this, right? That girl is special."

Natalie's face was serious, "Mom, you still know her."

"Oh, which one is it from on the Upper East Side?