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The three of Grace and Finch agreed to hand over the roots in a coffee shop tomorrow morning.

Finch still didn't seem to agree with the matter, but he had already compromised, so he didn't say anything more.

Speaking of this, Grace is ready to say goodbye.

Finch offers to send her back, but Grace refuses.

Because, she has other things to do.

Standing downstairs in the safe house, Grace took out her mobile phone, casually searched keywords such as Stark Industries and Wayne Group on the web, and obtained the approximate address of today's reception very easily.

Who told us that this is the information age? Those media have a keen sense of smell.

It also provided her with a lot of convenience.

Grace took back her phone and calculated the time in her mind. If she passed by now, it would be about the end of the reception.

She narrowed her eyes and left quickly.

*****

Bruce sent away a few rich girls who were about to entangle him, thinking about when it was time to leave here.

He really didn't behave like him today, otherwise he would have left the scene with his arms around a beautiful woman whose name he didn't even know.

Even though the daughters who were rejected had a lot of slander, they didn't find it strange.

Bruce Wayne is so willful, no matter what he does, someone will forgive him.

The time for the reception was coming to an end, and Bruce didn't seem to have any intention of taking anyone away.

Gotham's richest man remained unmoved until Tony ran to the stage to make his final statement.

Some people who were still thinking of luck finally rested their minds at this time.

People began to leave the reception, and of course Bruce was no exception.

And when Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne stepped into the same elevator, the others looked at me and I looked at you, and finally they were silent and wisely chose to let the two of them take the elevator alone.

Especially since these two seem to have something to talk about.

The elevator door slowly closed.

Bruce glanced at Tony, who was looking at him probingly, and spoke flatly.

"Why, don't you go with Ms. Potts?" he asked.

"I told her," Tony waved his hand, "Jarvis, please monitor this elevator."

"Yes, sir." The male AI's voice suddenly sounded in the elevator.

"Oh yes," Tony added, "slow down the elevator a bit."

Tony watched Bruce shoot him an incredulous look.

"I can't believe you're using Jarvis in these places," Bruce said coolly.

Tony raised his eyebrows and shot back, "Maybe you're jealous that I have an all-powerful AI?"

"No, Alfred is enough for me." Bruce smiled slightly.

The expression on Tony's face suddenly froze. Although he was reluctant to admit it, it seemed that he had really lost.

No, Jarvis and Alfred were not the same thing at all.

This man is confusing the public again.

Tony felt his teeth itch again.

"Can't you please hurry up and explain why you are in New York?" Tony said with a frown.

Bruce looked at the slowly descending elevator and replied with a headache: "I seem to have told you that I'm here for a project cooperation meeting."

"Oh," Tony sneered, "and sleep on your stomach?"

"Don't argue, Pepper told me all about it."

"It's not like Mr. Stark didn't come at all." Bruce countered.

Tony raised his eyebrows to look at him, and replied: "The current CEO of Stark Industries is originally Pepper."

He was a little smug when he said this, and there was a feeling that Bruce was unwanted.

The elevator floor finally reached the tenth floor, and Bruce thought to himself that this conversation was finally coming to an end.

"If something really happened, I feel I have a right to know." Tony brought the topic back.

Bruce sighed in his heart, and finally let go a little: "If I find anything, I will let you know."

"How can I say that there are other things?" Tony looked like I guessed it.

Bruce looked at him silently, deciding not to answer.

Tony curled his lips at his deadpan attitude.

The elevator made a 'ding—' sound, and it was the first floor.

The two stepped out of the elevator, and the hotel gate was not far away.

Although today's reception banned the media from entering and leaving, which media would let go of the news that Stark and Wayne appeared on the same occasion?

Even if Tony doesn't go out, he can imagine how many media will be waiting outside.

"Are you going first or am I going first?" Tony asked very kindly.

"I..." Bruce's voice stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Tony looked at him strangely.

Tony followed Bruce's gaze towards the lounge area of ​​the hotel lobby.

Sitting on the sofa in the rest area was a dark-haired woman who didn't fit in with the surrounding environment.

She wasn't wearing any dresses or make-up, and was reading a magazine provided by the hotel for free with a cup of coffee.

Who is this?

Tony was sure he had no input from this woman in his brain.

Bruce, who was beside him, quickened his pace and walked over.

"Grace?" There was confusion in his voice.

Grace looked up and saw Bruce who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes a hundred times more elegantly than her.

She put down her coffee and magazines with a smile, and walked over to him.

"Why are you here?" Bruce frowned slightly.

"I have something to do with you," Grace turned her head and saw Tony behind Bruce, "Wow, Tony Stark, strange."

Listening to her tone, Tony always felt very twisted.

He is not a rare animal, and where did this man come from.

He had already let Jarvis take over the entire hotel, and there were bodyguards outside to control the venue. Didn't he see that the media was strictly blocked outside?

Wait, no.

Is this woman familiar with Bruce?

Tony suddenly reacted, looking at a man and a woman in front of him as if he had discovered a new world.

"You can call me." Bruce didn't understand her behavior of running over directly.

"Phone?" Grace picked up her mobile phone, "I would like to ask, what did you do to my mobile phone?"

The expression on Bruce's face was immediately emptied. Looking at the shallow smile on Grace's face, he suddenly felt a hint of danger.

He coughed lightly: "Let's go out and talk first."

"Facing so much media?" Grace raised her eyebrows.

...this seems to be a bit wrong.

"Give me a pause."

Tony interrupted the conversation between the two with a serious face.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wayne, who is this lady?" Tony had to admit that he was full of curiosity.

After all, he had never seen a woman who could make Bruce Wayne talk in such a relaxed tone.

Of course, it does not refer to those who play on the spot.

Gotham baby can always boast a sea of ​​flowers when he praises people.

"Grace Louisa," Grace nodded slightly to Tony, "I've known you for a long time, Mr. Stark."

Although Tony hasn't been in the arms business for some time, Grace can often hear Tony Stark's name when she was still in the SEALs.

For example, what a genius he is, and how brilliant he is in making weapons.

Another example is how much money he cheated the government and so on.

Tony has always ignored these polite words, but today the object is a little different, which makes him a little bit proud.

He glances at Bruce, cueing him to explain who Grace is.

However, Bruce completely ignored his gaze.

"Let's go out the back door first." He suggested to Grace.

"Up to you." Grace waved her hand.

The two quickly reached an agreement, quickly left Tony and left the scene, and Tony was taken aback for a while.

Tony is a little anxious, is it true that everyone Bruce Wayne knows is as virtuous as him.

"Jarvis, please investigate Grace Louisa."

"Yes, Sir."

*****

Of course there are bodyguards and media guarding the back door of the hotel, but the number is much smaller than the front door.

Grace goes out first - of course no one pays her any attention.

She watched Bruce being surrounded by the media from a distance, and then watched him get away skillfully, get his car back from the hands of the driver, and then came to her in front of her after making a half-circle.

After Grace got into the car without a word, Bruce sat in the back seat.

The two looked at each other, and then looked away, neither of them said a word.

The driver in front felt a little strange.

Why doesn't Mr. Wayne's girlfriend say anything today?

"Stop in front of the park ahead." Grace said.

The driver didn't answer, and looked a little hesitant.

"As she said," Bruce said.

"Okay, Mr. Wayne." The driver replied immediately.

The car soon stopped at the gate of the open park ahead.

Perhaps it was because it was so late that at first glance, there was no one there.

"Mr. Wayne, don't you want to get out of the car for a walk together?" Grace turned her head and smiled at Bruce.

Bruce nodded silently.

The two walked into the dark park, only the faint street lights were still on.

"Why, don't you say something?" Grace asked.

Bruce walked beside her and was silent for a moment before replying, "There's nothing to say."

He did put a surveillance device in her phone, that's customary, there's no excuse for that.

no excuses

Anyone can get mad at this, and Grace is no exception.

There was a dead silence between the two of them, and the silence was a little scary.

It's like this park in the middle of the night.

Bruce finally turned his head to look at Grace, but was surprised to find that she was also looking at him.

Grace's eyes were not the disappointment or anger he imagined, but a look of helplessness.

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