Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Wayne Manor once again lived a peaceful life.

I sat at the dining table and picked up the coffee cup with the most elegant gestures of a lady, which contained milk.

Behind me, Damian and Tim wrestled all the way down the stairs.

I turned my back to them, and I don't know who took down the picture frame on the wall in a fit of anger, and sent another person in to act as a wall breaker.

Alfred and Bruce are busy separating the two clawing boys, and I poke away the last biscuit for breakfast.

No one knows the reason, maybe the auras of the two boys clash, Tim's good temper can be ranked in the top three in my heart, but when he fights with Damian, his ferocious expression is quite similar to that of Jason and Dick when they fight in private Seven points of charm.

Ignoring the noisy background sound behind me, I finished my breakfast calmly, picked up my satchel and prepared to go out.

This is the first day I became a major shareholder of Wayne Group, and I have to visit the company for reasons of reason.

Although I hold shares, my heart still longs for a specific and visible retirement time limit. I don't have the huge money needs brought by Bruce and the others to maintain equipment and intelligence. The money on hand is enough for me to spend until I grow old.

As for the shares, I understand this as a gift from Bruce, using real money to plug the mouth of Yoyo outside.

His essence as the young master is fully revealed, and sometimes he does some exaggerated things, but he still thinks it's nothing special.

Anyway, in the end, the shares in the hands of the two of us will be left to the selected heirs of Wayne Enterprises, and the profits will not flow to outsiders, and there will be no losses at all.

Shares of Wayne Enterprises drifted up and down for days.Lucius almost pulled out the last bit of poor hair by himself.

He held a press conference in cooperation with Joshua's various long speeches in the media, and tried his best to calm down the restless shareholders.When I got to the company, everything was the same as usual.

The only problem that bothers me now is overtime.Because Bruce has been dazzled by love in the eyes of outsiders, my status has risen all the way from a worker to a major shareholder, and the documents on my desk have only increased, and there is a tendency to bury me.

Applying again, I'm not a coffee drinker, but I begrudgingly switched from yogurt to a latte in the office to keep myself from suffocating on my desk with paperwork.

It's a pity that it's not very useful. After drinking the latte, I slept more soundly, and I had to take it back to the manor to do the unfinished work.

The idea of ​​smuggling Tim to Wayne Manor has been lit up like a light bulb for the first time, but if Jack's gun is not sinisterly aimed at everyone who covets his son's smart brain, Tim has now replaced me Sitting in the office and working overtime.

Bruce was sitting on the other side of the sofa, and I pressed him to read the documents together.

I'm stuck in the paperwork, trying to use my forehead to do the work of reading and signing.

After a while, I raised my head, "I remember Damian sneaking into the company in private, I heard Lucius said that he has some business insights."

Bruce raised his eyes and met my gaze, and said tactfully, "The law does not allow us to employ child labor."

The law also doesn't allow us to wear tights in the middle of the night and kick bad guys' asses in the street, or send a super villain to the hospital for ten days and a half months.

I was acutely aware of the subtext, "He looks like he has some pretty good business flair."

In other words, Damian has the potential to be a social animal working for us.

Bruce saw through my evil thoughts at a glance, "Don't mention age, do you want to pay him salary?"

I was surprised and said, "As long as he is willing to work overtime for me, I'm not only willing to pay him wages, but it's fine to give him shares." At that time, I will leave the company to Damian and go out with my backpack. Wouldn't it be fun.

Or if you even want your own son to give you a free job, you are really a black-hearted capitalist.

Obviously, a few words from Bruce couldn't shake my determination to retire, so I began to observe whether Damian could become a qualified next beater and contribute every hair on the top of his head to the company.

The situation turned around, and I, who had difficulty meeting Damian, began to haunt every occasion where Damian was present, spying on him with what Dick described as "scary and dark" eyes.

Bruce hesitated to speak, stopped and hesitated to speak, and finally he was unwilling to remain silent, "...If you have any dissatisfaction, you can say it."

"I'm not dissatisfied." I said perfunctorily.

"I know," he nodded seriously, "you just use the suspension ring to keep changing positions to facilitate surveillance...observation."

He kindly gave me a suggestion, "Next time you can look openly, Damian is very sensitive to vision in the dark."

It makes sense, since they will be discovered anyway, it is better to look at it openly.

After several days of my observation and evaluation, Damian responded.

Apparently he realized that neither hints nor provocations worked for me, and that the dog walk was a good time to talk.

I originally thought he would run up to me aggressively and ask why I kept staring at him lately.

But Damian just popped up behind me as I dropped the papers and led Ace on the lawn to bask in the sun.

I was sitting on the grass, but he didn't look at me, and casually threw a bottle of water into my arms, "Pennyworth's request."

Between communicating with humans and communicating with dogs, Damian would choose the latter ninety-nine out of ten.

He is always frank and sincere when facing small animals, and never hesitates to praise and encourage.This is in stark contrast to his sharp teeth and sharp mouth when facing people.

I quietly watched them interact with each other, and propped my chin, "Do you want to have a cat?"

Damian probably didn't react right away, I was talking to him, so the reaction was a bit slower.

I unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip, "The size of the house can accommodate a few more cats and dogs."

I estimated the area, "It's not impossible to raise another horse, the cowshed behind is still in a state of disuse."

"What exactly do you want to say?" He crossed his arms and insisted on standing and talking to me, refusing to show any weakness.

I heard, "Bruce transferred the shares to me, don't you have an idea?"

Damian narrowed his eyes, as if I'd belittled him by saying that.

"I don't need it." He said directly, "I don't need to prove my ability by inheriting other people's things."

I blinked and told him bluntly, "It's not impossible for me to give my shares to other people."

The best-case scenario is that Bruce and I are eyeing the same heir, and that heir will end up with both of our shares.

There are also unfavorable situations, such as Bruce chose Damian, and I took a fancy to Kashan.

In either case, it's not 100% that Damian will inherit his father's position.

The little boy raised his chin slightly, as if he felt that what I said was very unreasonable.

"I don't need what's been handed to me," he said with admirable arrogance. "If I want your share, I'll figure it out myself."

I smiled slightly, "So, will you get my approval?"

He continued, "This sentence can also be applied to you."

Funny, I might like this boy more than I thought.

"So far, it's going well." I stood up, showing a meaningful smile, "I look forward to your performance, and I don't mind having a cute cat at home."

As long as it doesn't bring back ugly but gentle alien creatures.

I hope that Damian will replace my hair loss in the company as soon as possible and give me back my freedom.

Finding fresh bok choy at home isn't going to make me sleep in tomorrow, and I've seen the reality that Lucille's first half of her life was a long overtime one.

So when I met Thalia, Damian's biological mother, in the parking lot elevator, the first thought that popped into my head was "I should have spent an extra hour in bed today."

Thalia is undoubtedly a beautiful woman with a fierce and mysterious Middle Eastern style.In this small space, I couldn't smell anything from her.

People will always associate beauty with fragrance, whether it is the favorite perfume, the smell of laundry detergent, or the scent of flowers or ink, these smells form a part of a person's basic impression.

Thalia didn't smell of anything.

She cared more about being an assassin than a beauty.Rather than impressing others, she prefers to be a shadow hidden in the sun.

She approached me with a slight hook on the corner of her mouth, "Do you have time to chat with me?"

I raised my eyes and looked at the surveillance probe in the upper left corner of the elevator, it was probably destroyed.

"Are you treating me?" I replied calmly, and felt a small bulge when my elbow brushed against my waist.

That's my hanging ring, I can run anytime I open the portal.But now that Thalia is in front of me, I don't believe she won't be fully prepared.

She must have collected all the information on me, and she might be able to report exactly when I had my first tooth decay in no time.

She noticed my movements, and the corners of her mouth were curved. This is a dangerous beauty snake.

"Don't worry, I don't have any other ideas," she made a "please" gesture, and a car stopped outside the elevator door, "Let's go, I have ordered someone to prepare the best black tea."

Black tea is my favorite tea, and I guess she must have prepared dessert, which happens to be my favorite flavor.She must have been no stingy about showing me her intelligence capabilities.

"Will you say hello to my family, or I think they will be very worried about me." I walked out of the elevator calmly, and the driver opened the rear door for us.

"They always like to think too much." I sat in the back, and Thalia sat next to me. "Girls' tea party doesn't need extra people to disturb."

The pair of eyes that were [-]% similar to Damian looked me up and down, and I looked back without hesitation, "Did someone say you have beautiful eyes?"

"You're the first one." Thalia leaned over and helped me fasten the seat belt with some affection. Her upper body was almost leaning on my shoulders, and I could feel her soft skin and the heat of her exhalation.

"Someone said that your mouth is very sweet?" She suddenly moved away, as if the closeness just now was just my imagination.

"Yes, you're not the first." I flipped my hair, "and you're not the last."