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By the time Rhea came out of the study that was temporarily used as a negotiation room, the sky had already darkened.

Her bodyguard was leaning against the wall outside the door. He raised his hands and crossed them behind his head, exhaling impatiently.

Seeing Rhea, he complained loudly: "I thought you were going to stay in it until the end of the world!"

Rhea gave him a blank look, "Be patient, Clint, waiting is part of your job now!"

She even began to miss Hawkeye's reticence in the beginning.

Back then he seemed experienced enough to scare Rhea.

Don't Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. missions require patience?

Before, they were just a pure employer-employee relationship, but now this "bodyguard" seems to regard her as a friend in a casual way.

Rhea is still a little uncomfortable with such a big change in him.

Another man's voice came from inside the door: "If necessary, we can provide you with more reliable bodyguards. Welcome to come to me anytime."

Hawkeye wrinkled his nose, and he kept muttering, "The lingering British guy."

Rhea glared at him, turned and left first, and Hawkeye followed her easily.

"Don't tell me, you've changed your taste again. Rhea, even if you want to find a change, don't look for such a gloomy guy, you won't get happiness." Hawkeye suggested sincerely.

"Stop meddling in my love life."

Rhea stopped him immediately, "Your superior may not have had time to inform you, let me tell you first, my personal problems are not important anymore! And I don't even have the mind to think about it now..."

Rhea emphasized that she couldn't help but question halfway through: "What taste do I have?"

"Uh... don't you like pretty blondes?"

"what?"

Hawkeye even counted to her: "Andrea Witte, Leonardo, William of England, and I—"

"you?!"

Rhea could hardly hold back her voice.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I thought you understood 007's routine. They will specially select good-looking agents, and then send them to the target for latent missions, which will last for a long time."

Rhea's calm face was slightly deformed, and she couldn't help wondering what kind of image she was in the eyes of S.H.I.E.L.D.

She could swear to any god, something Rhea had never thought about when she accepted Hawkeye as her bodyguard.

But judging from Hawkeye's previous performance, he himself didn't care.

So Rhea Milli

Unaware.

But once reminded, Rhea instantly realized the secret trick.

She defended herself: "Damn it, Clint, look at my life, do you think I have time for love?"

"And it hasn't been long since I broke up with my first boyfriend, so shut up and don't use this to provoke me!" Rhea protested angrily.

Hawkeye stared at her in surprise: "Okay, so you're actually sad. I thought you didn't mind—"

His voice faded away under Rhea's gaze, and Hawkeye made a zip motion with his hand over his mouth and held up his other palm in apology.

Rhea didn't want to bother with him anymore.

They walked outside without hindrance. The people in the manor were extremely respectful to Rhea, and they more or less realized that this was likely to be the new owner in the future.

Hawkeye followed Rhea, but was aware of the situation outside before Rhea.

Before leaving the gate, Hawkeye said, "It looks like there is someone waiting for you besides me."

Rhea reacted for a while before recalling some forgotten things from the black car parked at the corner of the runway.

Someone had sent her an invitation after the funeral.

"By the way, William!" Rhea touched her forehead angrily. There were too many things happening, and she completely forgot about it.

Thinking that William had helped him, it was impossible for Rhea to leave without saying a word, and he was able to wait until now—— Rhea thought he had left with the princess long ago.

No way, Rhea could only say to the bodyguard: "Wait for me a little longer."

Then, she took a deep breath and walked towards the parked luxury car.

Hawkeye squinted at the slender figure, pinched his fingers and muttered: "That's what I said, a good-looking blond boy."

Just when Hawkeye was ready to find a car to follow, Rhea got out of the car not long after, and she called Hawkeye: "You should be able to drive."

He opened his eyes wide: "His Royal Highness didn't escort you back? Or are you worried that you will lose your love magic after 12 o'clock?"

Rhea didn't know where he got so many witticisms, she made a "stop" gesture, shook her head and said, "You don't need to knock, it's impossible for me and William, I just thank him."

In fact, Rhea had said similar things to William long ago.

William didn't contact her again, probably because the Essex incident conjecture made him see her again.

Hopefully, he's launched the initiative again.But it's not just class that's the problem between them...

Rhea is well aware of her feelings, she doesn't feel that way about William.

Besides, she had no pleasure flirting with young boys.

Hawkeye wanted to say something more, but Rhea blocked his mouth first.

Her complexion showed a little tiredness, and she said, "Okay, take me back."

Hawkeye put away his frivolous demeanor, and he turned back into the serious and capable agent again. He nodded and took Rhea directly to the car arranged earlier.

The ride was quiet this time.

There was no media chasing cars, no one talking, and no accidental interception—Hawkeye deliberately chose a remote road. When he wanted to avoid the eyeliner, he must have his own way.

When we got back to the hotel, Rhea had already fallen asleep.

Her makeup has not been removed yet, and the expensive cosmetics and professional techniques make those eye shadows and lip reds still stick to her face perfectly.

Even in the dimly lit night car, she still looks flawless.

But the subconsciously clenched arms and unconsciously frowned, betrayed Rhea's restlessness.

She also doesn't want to settle down.

From an unknown rookie girl to a Hollywood superstar who frequently influences the industry, she still hasn't stopped her footsteps.

Going a step further, what will Rhea become, and what changes will it bring to the world?

That's not something Hawkeye needs to think about.

He should think about his tasks and then make sure they are done.

When he first accepted the task related to Rhea, Hawkeye never thought that this matter was really that important, but all the way to the present, he witnessed part of it with his own eyes, and even participated in part.

He finally realized how much energy this girl contained.

It doesn't even matter if she is the result of "life genetic engineering" - Rhea itself is extremely important.

Her thoughts, her actions, her resolutions, have more meaning.

That's why she was evaluated as a "partner", and she definitely will be.

Hawkeye picked up Rhea silently, her weight was like a feather for a specially trained agent, so light that she lost her sense of reality.

He suppresses everything to the tiniest of movements, which is not difficult for him.

The precise control made the man's muscles bulge from under his shirt, and he took off his suit jacket and put it on Rhea.

Hawkeye carried her to the door of the hotel, he was calm

There was no shaking, and Rhea didn't even move her eyelids.

He pulled his coat up to hide Rhea's recognizable face.

But the person who greeted the guests had already deftly looked away, indicating that he saw nothing.

They can pretend to be blind, but the manager can't allow it.

The vigilance of the crisis allowed Hawkeye to catch the hostility suppressed in an instant.

He looked up suddenly, and saw Rhea's manager, Malloy, standing in front of him.

Wait, that's impossible!

When did this Jew appear under his nose?

If there is really any change in Malloy, Hawkeye will definitely be able to catch the opponent's every move first, he is an expert in this field!

But Hawkeye didn't notice.

Malloy stretched out his hands, "Okay, leave her to me."

After confirming that Rhea was only too tired to fall asleep, he relaxed his tense limbs, but Malloy still did not let go of his guard.

After all, at this point, they more or less recognized each other's identities—Hawkeye's gaze was already full of suspicion.

He didn't ask, and Malloy didn't explain.

The agent just notified routinely: "Okay, that's all for your work today, you can go back and rest."

The Jew dismissed Hawkeye in a businesslike manner, but Hawkeye didn't leave, but stayed where he was for a while, and something else dawned on him.

After thinking for a while, Hawkeye began to lose his mind again.

The man with only a thin shirt left on his body couldn't help touching his nose, "Well, this one isn't blonde either."

It seems that SHIELD's intelligence work is not thorough enough, they all misunderstood Rhea's "taste".

Hawkeye subconsciously combed his blond hair with his hands. He tidied it up anyway, and even waxed it.Unfortunately, Rhea's taste seems to have changed a bit——

"!"

Rhea sat up abruptly.

Looking up at the wallpaper on the ceiling, Rhea realized that she had returned to the hotel where she was staying. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes for a while, "Damn it, I actually fell asleep..."

Rhea was annoyed to find that Hawkeye's familiar method was actually useful.

She wouldn't fall asleep in front of someone she didn't trust before!

"Oops, no makeup remover!"

Thinking of this, Rhea hurriedly looked in the mirror on the bedside table. After looking at it for a while, she found that her face had been washed.

A man's voice sounded in the room: "I asked Home to come here, you don't have any sense at all.

No. "

"God, Matthew, I can't snore, can I?" Rhea covered her face.

Her agent was sitting at the table across from the bed, and they were used to it, and Rhea didn't see anything wrong with being so undefended anyway.

Rhea has known him for too long.

Malloy shook his head and smiled, indicating that Rhea was not snoring. He said concerned: "You are too tired, Rhea. You need to rest!"

"True rest." Instead of being involved in some messy incident when she wasn't making a movie - now Malloy can even help her deal with these aspects.

Rhea is still immersed in her work schedule: "But "Harry Potter" starts, I am the producer, I have to be there!"

"But you don't need to be on the set all the time." Malloy refused, and he reminded: "And don't forget, you have to prepare for Harvard, Rhea, you have already used work reasons to apply for deferment until the fall, and there is no longer any delay. "

"The mutant thing—"

Malloy interrupted: "Then let the mutants do their own thing, you've done your best for them, and they should come out of the ivory tower and fight for themselves!"

Even Professor X cannot protect them for a lifetime, and Rhea has no such obligation.

Rhea read some signals from Malloy's determined and composed expression, and she became excited: "What did you want from the Queen? Ha, you must have talked about something great, Matthew, tell me quickly!

Malloy didn't keep his expression tense, he quickly smiled again, and a sharp light flashed in his deep and tough eyebrows.

He said: "Everything will be as you wish, Rhea. In England, you are the 'Her Majesty' of mutants, and they will all start with you."

At least in this piece of land, there won't be a second mutant attacking Rhea.

No second is allowed either.

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