The top of fame and fortune [Comprehensive British and American]

When Erica finished her job at Vanity Fair and returned to Parker's house with a check for $[-], the clock ticked two o'clock in the afternoon.

Aunt May has not returned home from get off work, and Peter is also not at home at the moment. Erica speculates that he may have a dinner with Harry Osborn who returned to New York yesterday.

"Whew——" After a busy schedule all morning, Erica was finally able to breathe a little more relaxed when no one was around, releasing the tense mental pressure of the past two days.

Walking into the bedroom, she threw herself onto the bed.

I didn't sleep well last night. Although the United States has never had the habit of taking a lunch break, Erica inevitably felt a little tired at this time, but because of her regular biological clock, she couldn't fall asleep easily.

So she could only take out a copy of "On the Technique of Performance" from the bookcase at hand, and read it while lying on her side.

It is also written by performance training master Michael Chekhov, which is more detailed and complete than the widely circulated "To Actors".

And when Erika just flipped through "How to use body image to show beauty", there was a sound in her ear, which was the sound of the apartment door being opened.

"Rika—" Peter quickly appeared outside her bedroom. He obviously didn't expect Erica to be at home at this time, not only showing a surprised expression, but also seemed a little bit at a loss—

He invited Harry Osborn to Parker's house to give some useful advice on his recent biological competition course.

And now, Peter was standing in front of Erica's bedroom with the door open, and there were soft footsteps behind him, and a few seconds later, Harry Osborn stopped on the other side of the door.

He restrained his emotions and tried his best to look at the girl in the room with a gentle and polite look, "Erica."

On Harry Osborn's surprisingly handsome face, there was an elegant and lovable smile, but in his heart, he was deeply dissatisfied with the title he said——

Peter could call her 'Lika' affectionately, but he could only call her by her first name in a strange way.

"Hi, Harry," Erica said greeting while sitting up and looking at Peter, "what's your plan? Do you need my cooperation?"

Subconsciously, Peter wanted to shake his head, but before that, he noticed Harry's tightened breathing.

At this moment, Peter Parker felt that he was the most troubled person in the world-should he support Harry now and create more opportunities for him and Erica to get along; or stop it?

Faced with the matter of "my friend has a crush on my sister", Peter, who can only pretend to be ignorant, feels like he is carrying a ticking time bomb.

"Is today's work going well?" Peter didn't answer Erica's question, but took the initiative to ask, and walked into the bedroom and sat down beside her.

Erica handed Peter the check on the bedside bookcase, "The Wayne Group has approved my resignation, and the filming of "Vanity Fair" has also gone smoothly."

Harry Osborn did not show any doubt when he heard the conversation between Peter and Erica.

A few hours ago, he had already learned from Peter the truth about yesterday's fake news claiming that 'Erica is dating Wayne or Stark', as well as Erica's decision to temporarily suspend school and go to Hollywood .

After Erica answered Peter's question, she looked at Harry who was still standing there. Out of politeness, she certainly would not let Harry feel left out, "Our Mr. Genius, how about life in Oxford early?"

Erica saw that pair of extremely beautiful transparent blue eyes looking at her. When she heard her questioning voice, the boy's long eyelashes moved slightly, and his eyes widened a little. Same.

All that was going on in Harry's mind at the moment was - she called him 'our Mr. Genius', she almost said 'mine' didn't she?

At this time, the young Mr. Osborne was full of pleasant surprises, but before Erica spoke to him, his heart was full of paranoid displeasure—just because Peter had the right to sit on Erica's bed, almost So close that he could almost touch her body, but he could only stay where he was, so far away from her.

Harry approached Erica with a gentle and extremely graceful step, but only he knew how strong and incomprehensible the paranoia was with every step he took towards her.

But he could only restrain his emotions——

Harry stopped two steps away from Erica, leaned against the fireplace, and answered Erica's question about his life in Oxford. His tone was cold, "There is no doubt about his academic level."

But he didn't want to go back to Oxfordshire for a minute, he just wanted to live in New York, or any other city where she was.

"But you don't seem to like it very much." Erika could clearly hear Harry's tone full of resistance to studying in a foreign country.

But this also seems quite normal. Harry Osborn's mother died young, and when he was almost a child, he was forcibly sent to a British boarding school by his father, almost like exiled criminals.

Erica looked at the boy softly, hoping to make Harry feel enough and deserved concern, even if it wasn't from his father.

She then winked at Harry and said briskly, "I think we need some coffee, and in the meantime you can whine and talk to Peter and me about 'nasty' Britain."

In the living room, Erica passed steaming coffee to the two boys, and Harry touched hers with his fingertips as he took the coffee cup she offered him.

It is extremely short, warm and soft, bringing a kind of hopeless feeling that is almost like an electric shock to the nerve endings.It seemed to be throbbing in his hot blood.

Through the steam rising from the coffee, Harry stared at Erika with clear blue eyes——

Macherie, Moncoeur.

My dear, my sweetheart.