[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Fromthe moment we'reborn, we're drawn to form a union with others. Anabiding drive to ect, to love, tobelong.

From the moment we are born, we are destined to bond with others.We are constantly driven by nature to connect, care for and belong to each other.In a perfect combination, we gain infinite power, but the strength of the combination can only be known if it is tested. Osborne House, New York, USA

When Harry Osborn woke up with a splitting headache, he was already in the Osborn mansion in New York, USA.

The last consciousness in Harry's mind was to get into the black car parked in front of Christ Church College, and then he felt a cold stabbing pain in his neck——

Some kind of drug was injected into his jugular vein.

Harry glanced at the familiar luxury bedroom in front of him. It seemed that it was not kidnapping, but Mr. Norman Osborn's special way of inviting father and son.

How naive he was to think that his father would actually go to Oxford to meet him.

But these are not important. For the current Harry Osborn, nothing is more important than calling Vespa.

It was already the early morning of the second day. Harry tried to call Vesper, but no one answered for a long time.

He was irritable and anxious, tearing off the black silk tie on his shirt, with a hint of gloom on his handsome and delicate face.

At this time, there was a knocking sound on the closed door.

—It was Macon Feore, his father's right-hand man.

He was not young, with a seemingly friendly expression on his face, "Harry, your father wants to see you."

Dark and sensitive by nature, Harry didn't miss McCann Feore's flashes of caution.

Oh, I'm afraid that his return will cause these old guys a headache, and they are probably trying to drive him out of Osborne Industries.

Harry put his eyes on him, and the corners of his mouth curled into an inexplicable arc, "Osborn's typical principle-everything in the way must be removed, are you right? McCann?"

The smile on McCann's face stagnated, and then became more sincere and friendly. He lowered his gaze, "Mr. Osborne is waiting for you."

Harry walked into the bathroom and tidied himself up briefly. In fact, he was going to return to Oxford and Vespa after seeing old Osborne.

The handsome boy followed Macon Feore into the living room and finally met his long-lost father, Mr. Norman Osborn.

The man in charge of Osborne Industries was pale-skinned, looked older than his real age, and had a morbid sense of weakness.

But he was still wearing a very neat and decent black suit, and he was full of the aura of a big man who had been in the top position for a long time.

Norman Osborn focused his eyes on his young and excellent only son, and his voice carried a hint of imperceptible excitement, "You have great potential, Harry, you have great intelligence and excellent academic performance—"

Harry interrupted him, "Mr. Osborne, you brought me back to New York in this way on purpose, just to say such insignificant things?"

"No, Harry—" Norman Osborn held out his hand to him, "see it throbbing? I feel it throbbing when I can't sleep—it's Reversal Cell Dysplasia, it's been torturing me for many years."

Harry looked at him with a frown. "You sent me into exile for years because of this disease?"

"I never told you, this is Osborn's family genetic disease," Norman Osborn's voice was fatally gloomy, "It's like a curse, hidden in our bodies, waiting for the right time, It starts at the age of 20 and cannot be cured."

Harry clenched his palms tightly, and many scenes flashed through his mind, among them was the charming figure of Vespa.

If he suffers from an incurable genetic disease, what right does he have to be by her side?

"You brought me back to New York to tell me that I was about to get sick?" Harry's voice was cold and hollow.

He would rather have learned the news two weeks ago. At that time, he did not know Vespa. Maybe he would be afraid of death, but it would not be as painful as it is now.

"No—" Norman Osborn raised his voice, "I sent you back to New York because—"

He seemed to be too excited, and his weak body let out a few coughs.

Harry put the water glass on the low cabinet into his father's hand, and he brought it to his mouth quickly, trying to suppress the discomfort in his throat.

Norman Osborn looked at him and said, "Harry, your RP has healed itself—"

"What?" Harry looked at him with slightly wide eyes.

Norman Osborn's voice revealed some joy, with some unspeakable hope, "The Osborn family has spent a lot of manpower and material resources in the field of medicine for two centuries, expecting to cure this incurable disease, but the result is disappointing. People are disappointed again and again, we have promoted the medical progress of the entire human being, but it is difficult to cure our own disease, but at this moment, you did it, you got rid of this genetic disease!"

Norman Osborn handed Harry the medical examination report from two days ago, "You are fully recovered—"

Harry was a little confused about the scene at this time. In just 2 minutes, he was first told that he was terminally ill, and then he was told that he was cured at this time.

And Mr. Norman Osborne, the founder of Osborne Industries, who is in charge of 2000 billion US dollars, also feels complicated when he looks at his healthy only son.

He stayed away from Harry for many years, perhaps because of the torment of this disease. He always believed that if the relationship between the two was estranged, it would not be too painful when they lost each other.

More importantly, he spent all his time researching on healing methods, both for himself and for Harry.

Norman Osborn took a sip of warm water, his voice was calm, "Harry, you are my only heir, my body is getting weaker day by day, many doctors have concluded that it will last for at most two years, during this period, you must stay in New York , and began to take over Osborne Industries."

Focusing on the overall situation, Harry certainly knew that this was the only way to deal with it at present, but he thought of Vesper, would she be willing to come to New York for him to live?

"—Are you thinking about that Ms. Vesper Lind?" Norman Osborn looked at the immature and restrained face of his only son, and spread out the photos he received a few hours ago on the table, "She has already traveled to American flights."

In the photo, Vespa is seen boarding a private jet, looking impassive.

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On the way to New York, Vespa neither chose to teleport with Kishen, nor accepted the Apparition of the Dark Lord, but asked the British government to revoke her European wanted crime charge, and then boarded Moriarty Private jet to New York.

In addition to Moriarty who has no superpowers, Kishen, the Dark Lord, genetically enhanced people and thousand-year-old vampires also took this flight as a matter of course.

As for the two Sherlock Holmes, they were ruthlessly thrown in London by Vespa, and she never slept with them anyway.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Caius and Moriarty, should they also be kicked off the plane?

Moriarty looked into her eyes, almost outraged, "This is my plane!"

Vespa picked up the tequila in hand and took a sip of wine, "Oh."

Moriarty resisted the urge to strangle her to death, "You should throw these skinny sticks into the sky and let them fend for themselves."

Jishen sneered, "Except you, a dwarf ant, who do you think will die from falling from a high altitude among other species here?"

Hall V rubbed his wand, "I seem to be able to fly without spells when I was 16."

There was an elegant smile on the corner of the old vampire's mouth, "This is really the funniest joke I've heard in 3000 years."

The genetically enhanced person looked indifferent and deep, "I once jumped from a starship that was running at high speed."

Vesper patted Moriarty on the shoulder comfortingly, "These supernatural creatures are really not good things."

Everyone glared at her—you are the most unreasonable supernatural creature, okay!

The private jet is already flying over New York, and the pilot is preparing to land at JFK International Airport.

But soon, he found that he was deviated from the route, and the plane was not controlled by him at all. Instead, it seemed to be controlled by some invisible force, and it was deviated in another direction and continued to descend.

The deputy airport quickly came to inform Moriarty anxiously of this strange and dangerous news.

Vespa frowned slightly—the plane was controlled by some invisible force?

Why does it sound so much like the ability of Europe's No. [-] midfielder?

The plane continued to descend, and the cockpit was forced to initiate landing procedures.

Vespa looked out of the window, it was early morning, not far away, the golden sun was kissing the horizon, the sky was brightly colored, and Vespa seemed to be able to faintly see a black spot on the ground.

As the plane got closer to the ground, the black dot gradually became a figure. He was tall and strong, with his left hand stretched upward——

Jesus Christ, who else could this be Magneto?

And behind Magneto, there is a handsome gentleman standing. He looks elegant and affectionate, and his charm is unbelievable.

Loki was sitting beside her, of course he could clearly see the two people on the ground, his expression was dangerous, "Who is this?"

"Uh..." Vespa found that everyone was staring at her dangerously.

She cleared her throat, pointed at the tall, strong, charismatic man and said, "Magneto Eric Lanshere, my ninth ex-boyfriend."

"As for the one behind him, it's Professor X Charles Xavier," Vespa whispered vaguely, "my love interest."

Ex-Boyfriends—Cheaters? !He looks like a green tea white lotus essence!