The woman's face appeared to be around twenty-eight years old, with a high nose, cherry-red lips, and dark-red short hair cascading down her shoulders. Her perfectly tailored professional suit accentuated her mature and sophisticated demeanor.
The curves of her body, prominently displayed by the outfit, were enough to make anyone blush, especially the enticing glimpse of snowy white cleavage.
She walked down the corridor with catlike steps, casting a flirtatious glance at Caesar and his group before swaying her hair and disappearing around the corner of the elevator.
"Who is she?" Eddie rubbed his nose, feeling like he had seen the woman somewhere before but couldn't recall where. Venom, usually active within him, seemed to be dormant at the moment.
"Hmph, you men always go for that type," Anne coldly snorted. As a woman, she seemed to naturally harbor some disdain for women who embodied sensuality. Slightly displeased, she explained, "She's not from our company, just a legal secretary from a cooperating firm. She's probably here these days to discuss cooperation with the assistant managers. She's been coming to our office building frequently lately."
Caesar nodded thoughtfully. Despite the woman's makeup and apparent adjustments to her appearance, he had instantly recognized her identity.
Black Widow, Natasha. After all, she was a talent he had recruited from the Red Room organization initially and later lent to SHIELD under the Carl Family's name, making her one of their own. There was no possibility of mistaking her identity.
The fact that Natasha was here indicated that SHIELD was highly concerned about recent events at Stark Industries. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent half of the hero, Natasha, to conduct undercover investigations.
Natasha currently serves as a bridge between SHIELD and the Avengers. Coupled with her third identity within the Carl Family, the forces behind her were simply staggering.
Caesar's gaze didn't linger on Natasha for long. With just a casual glance, he knew that even Natasha herself was unaware that her cover had been blown.
"Assistant manager?" Caesar murmured softly to himself. Anyone targeted by Natasha would likely end up in trouble, with one exception being very unlucky.
Anne didn't dare to delay and turned to look at Caesar, then smiled slightly as she asked, "Young master, at such a tender age, you probably don't know much about the current situation at Stark Industries, do you?"
Caesar nodded. Without Vis by his side, gathering intelligence wasn't as easy as it was for his main body.
Anne pondered where to start from. After a moment of contemplation, she earnestly began, "Six months ago, Stark Industries operated according to the instructions of Chairman Stark Tony. He single-handedly formulated a series of corporate strategies, including the general direction of various industries, the design and release of new products, the construction of manufacturing plants, and so on."
Speaking of Stark Tony, Anne's language was full of admiration and respect, similar to how ordinary people and soldiers spoke about the Symbol of Peace.
Caesar's lips curled up slightly.
Tony was much like his father Howard in his genius and arrogance. As to some extent, they were both dictators who couldn't tolerate third-party opinions and interference. In the field of technology and manufacturing, they were gods, always right, and leading the way in shaping the tide of the times.
"But in the past six months..." Anne hesitated, swallowing nervously and looking around to see if any other colleagues were present.
Eddie narrowed his eyes and asked, "Since Tony Stark left Stark Industries, right?"
"Exactly." Anne sighed softly, her mood somewhat low. "The chairman's departure left Stark Industries without its backbone. Many industry giants have been quietly planning to strike at Stark Industries in the commercial realm. Fortunately, Stark Industries has a deep foundation that they cannot easily shake. However, without Mr. Stark, our industry has lost its offensive capabilities and can only raise our shields to defend against others' attacks."
"Is that all? If there are external problems, are there no internal ones?" Caesar blinked and took out a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapping it and putting it in his mouth.
Anne looked at Caesar in surprise, not daring to treat him like a child. She nodded and replied, "Initially, there were indeed some problems. Fortunately, we have two managers who shoulder the heavy burden and oversee the overall situation."
After circling around, they returned to the topic of the Stark Industries managers mentioned earlier.
Anne continued, "During Chairman Stark's absence, the assistant managers were responsible for the design and development of new products in the industry, as well as related business collaborations. Initially, almost all Stark Industries employees didn't believe that the assistant managers could replace Mr. Stark Tony. However, over the past six months, it's precisely because of the assistant managers that our industry has been able to stabilize."
Her words were somewhat subtle, but the meaning behind them was quite clear — that the assistant manager, while not surpassing Tony, was able to clean up the mess left behind by Tony's departure. It was evident that he was also a bona fide genius in technology and manufacturing.
Caesar crunched on his candy and reminded, "Anne, you haven't properly introduced us to that assistant manager yet."
"Oh, that's right." Anne tapped her forehead, showing no extravagant admiration or affection, and said seriously, "The assistant manager's name is Aldrich Kilian, he's Jewish. He's an extremely intelligent lifeform scientist, but he doesn't have the eccentric quirks of a genius. He's very good at dealing with people and matters."
Aldrich Kilian?
Caesar was slightly stunned. This name gave him a strange sense of familiarity. Nowadays, only the original heroes and villains could leave some traces in his mind.
Before he could dwell on it further, Eddie, who was driving, curiously asked, "What about the general manager?"
"You don't know about the general manager?" Anne gave Eddie a glance. Her attitude toward Eddie and Caesar was completely different. With a slightly cold expression, she said, "The general manager is Pepper Potts, the former personal secretary of Mr. Stark Tony. She mainly handles personnel and operational matters related to the industry."
"I do know her!" Eddie's eyes widened. If he had known that Miss Potts was the general manager, would he have struggled to enter the industrial office building earlier?
The interactions between Potts and Raina weren't just frequent, they were regular.
"All right, decision made." Caesar flicked his pinky finger, and the stick left from the candy flew several meters and landed accurately in the trash can set up in the corridor.
"Master, what's next?" Eddie asked somewhat anxiously upon hearing this.
Ignoring him, Caesar turned to Anne and said, "Anne, lead us to the general manager's office."
With Caesar's status, of course, they were given the green light all the way, guided by Anne straight to the general manager's office.
Potts had already received a smart prompt message, but due to work constraints, she hadn't rushed downstairs in time. So, when Caesar arrived at her office, she excitedly abandoned her usual dignified demeanor, taking three quick steps forward and embracing Caesar before he could even speak.
"Tony, you really know how to surprise me!"
With his little face buried in her ample bosom, Caesar held his breath, feeling helpless as he silently shouted in his mind.
(End of chapter)
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