Biggest loser

By Edwiin Nahum

Clark was sold by his former boss to Audrey, the perfect decathlon female devil. With superhuman wisdom and perseverance, Clark survived in the hands of the devil. Until he saw the Demon King's rumored illegitimate son.
...Hey, he has the face of a father and a son! ! !

• Language: English
• Publisher: Edwiin Nahum
• Release date: May 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224955145

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Biggest loser

Chapter 1 Devil Boss

anew day.

In metropolitan America, the pace of people’s lives is no more leisurely than in Manhattan, New York.

High-rise buildings, express trains, overcrowded subways, street lights covered with small posters, dirty and poorly cleaned roads. Homeless people gather in dark alleys and beside trash cans, and honking horns and impatient drivers are the urban scenery.

This is the metropolis. The top five metropolitan areas on the East Coast of the United States.

Batman protects Gotham, Superman protects Metropolis, Spider-Man protects New York, and the Avengers and the Justice League protect the world. This is the basic common sense of living people in this generation, even aliens should know it.

However, Metropolis's famous living scenic spot, Superman, has been missing for six years.

On the day when Nydia quietly returned to Metropolis, the citizens of Metropolis were discussing the news that people frequently appeared in Metropolis today.

In fact, this shouldn’t be said recently - since Roy bought the dying Daily Planet three years ago and changed it into Planet Media, this billionaire, playboy, genius, who has been missing for many years and is busy saving the world, Philanthropists never hesitate to spend time on big cities.

This is of course not without reason.

It was a Monday in late spring.

Nydia stood under the Daily Planet building, looking up at the cut blue sky. He clutched the strap of his backpack, looking uneasy.

After six years away, the Met has changed beyond recognition. The Daily Planet was acquired by Stark Enterprises and became Planet Media. Lois got married and Lex was released. The only good thing is that his former boss was willing to let him return to work at the Daily Planet.

Uh, no, it’s Planet Media.

Nidya was not sure whether he could return to his original job. In fact, he was not even sure whether his original job still existed. After all, the environment of the media industry had changed so much in the past six years.

Online news is rising, and print journalism is declining. Even The Washington Post is laying off employees every year.

Nidiya walked into the building, feeling as if he were in another world, and his heart was filled with emotion. No one paid attention to him, which reminded Nidiya that he could be just an ordinary person, and it also gave him a sense of security, and he blended in with the crowd.

Mr. Nidia... No, Mr. Kent, long time no see!

Jimmy recognized him immediately and rushed over to hug Nidia excitedly. The two of them blocked the entrance and were greeted with glares by passers-by.

Nidya quickly pulled Jimmy aside.

Welcome back, Mr. Kent. Where have you been in these six years?

Uh... Nydia certainly couldn't say that he had gone on an interstellar trip, I went to look for my family. How about you, Jimmy? Is everything okay?

All good. Except... uh, Mr. Kent, you know, we have a new boss?

Nydia nodded. You mean Roy.

Yes. Roy, that Stark, that guy. Did you see the press conference last year?

...Yes? Actually no, Nydia had no idea what happened on Earth in the past six years, and of course he had never heard of any people. He was just guessing, You mean... the one where he announced that he was a human?

Yes. I will never understand the thoughts of rich people. Why would an arms dealer want to expand his industry into the media industry after changing his career? Anyway, our big boss is Roy now. He is an Avenger. We have to pay attention to our political stance.

Jimmy joked with Nydia. Nydia just laughed along, he didn't understand and couldn't really laugh. People? Avengers? What happened to the Earth in the past few years?! He was so confused.

Jimmy took Nediya to the reporting unit. After the reorganization, we not only publish newspapers and online news, but also have TV stations and TV series. Mr. Kent, you are assigned to our... uh, operations management department.

When he said the last sentence, Jimmy's face looked a little strange, his sympathy was too obvious.

Nidya has a bad feeling.

What happened to the Operations Management Department?

It's not bad...

That's not good, Nydia thought to herself with certainty.

You're the Queen's assistant. The devil in Chanel.

Nydia frowned. Sorry?

Rossetti Barnes, former top secretary of Stark Enterprises, joined our company after the Daily Planet was acquired. She first saved our newspaper sales, and then led the news and drama departments to expand their territory. She is like a robot, she doesn't need to eat, sleep, or stop, she is always working. We all call her the devil in Chanel... in private, of course.

Nedia listened to Jimmy's lengthy explanation and nodded, not quite understanding. So... she's very strict.

Uh. Jimmy pulled his lips awkwardly, Not only that. The important thing is, she... is our acting CEO.

Nediya was surprised and puzzled. He was a reporter, but he was assigned to be the special assistant of the acting CEO? What was going on? He was about to ask Jimmy when he suddenly heard a commotion in the office from the front. Everyone was pretending to be busy or putting things away. No one dared to slack off. They almost stood at attention and saluted to welcome the guests.

Here I come. Jimmy nudged Nidia, straightening his expression and posture. It's my regular morning patrol.

Nidya was still a little confused and didn't understand why everyone was on high alert, so she just followed suit.

The rhythmic sound of high heels rang out from the corridor on that floor.

Nidia read a sentence from everyone's face -

The enemy is approaching!

Nidya unconsciously tensed up her nerves.

Then, he saw Rossetti, the rumored devilish female boss, wearing the latest autumn and winter Chanel suit of the year, a classic black and white plaid mixed three primary color woolen jacket, the same color knee-length skirt with slits at the back, and white heels Wearing a shirt with a stand-up collar and wearing four-inch high heels as thin as needles, he led two senior executives towards his direction.

Under the cool white fluorescent lights of the office, Rossetti Barnes looked particularly unapproachable.

She has long straight dark brown hair that is almost black, her eyebrows are sharply angled, her facial features are angular, her eyes are slightly droopy, and her red lips are plump and tightly pursed. With a locked expression on her face, she led the two senior managers around the office while discussing a certain program proposal.

...Wow. Nydia swallowed every other word.

Not easy to mess with, right? Jimmy whispered.

Yes, it looks totally untouchable. Nidia thought to herself, looking from Rossetti's high ponytail to her twelve centimeters high heels. Those shoes could make a murder weapon.

acting CEO of Planet Media is also very busy today. She scans the office with her eyes, checking for anything amiss, discussing schedules and topics with the show's crew, all the time with a poker-face.

Until she walked in front of Nydia.

Jimmy grabbed Nydia and shouted hello when Rossetti was still ten steps away from them.

Lower the volume, Jimmy, Rossetti said, hurrying past them.

Jimmy looked excited. She remembers my name! He spoke to Nydia through lip reading.

This also gave Nidia a complicated first impression of Rossetti. He thought that such an elite who was busy with everything and was arrogant would not remember the names of grassroots personnel.

Then the heels stopped.

The office seemed to freeze for a second.

Nidia was a little confused, while Jimmy was still excited.

In full view of the entire office floor, Rossetti turned his head and stared at Nydia with his eyes narrowed.

Nydia straightened her back subconsciously.

Rossetti walked over with narrowed eyes.

Nidya felt like she was being watched.

Everyone was sure that Nidya was being targeted.

Rossetti stopped in front of Nydia and looked up.

It was then that Nidya noticed that, uh, this lady wearing twelve-centimeter high heels was... still twelve centimeters shorter than him.

Name? Rossetti asked, his voice calm and authoritative.

Nydia, Nydia quickly replied, Nydia Kent.

Rossetti glanced at Nydia. Not asking you, she said, turning to Jimmy and holding out her hand.

Jimmy panicked for a while before he realized what was going on and hurriedly handed in Nidia's registration information.

Rossetti picked up the document and reviewed it.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Nidya felt that everyone looked at him with pity...

Nedia Kent. Rossetti read out the name on the data. Reporting unit: Operations Management Department. Position: Acting Assistant Secretary to the CEO.

Nydia wasn't sure if she should respond.

Rossetti looked up at Nydia.

I have an assistant, Rossetti said, in a tone devoid of emotion. Put your bags and follow me.

Thank you...Ms. Barnes. Nedia thanked her out of habit, and then felt that the whole office was looking at him as if he were a fool.

Rossetti raised her head, squinted her eyes slightly, and looked at Nydia. After a few seconds, she turned her head and continued to stride forward.

Nidya was still carrying her luggage, awkwardly staying where she was.

Everyone looked at Nydia and gathered around him. Rossetti took a few steps and then stopped.

What are you standing there for? Rossetti turned around and glared at Nydia with a frown. Follow me.

Nidia had no choice but to drag the luggage and hurried away, knocking over two cartons, three trash cans and four glasses of water along the way. Rossetti stared coldly from beginning to end, his expression becoming increasingly ominous, and everyone was convinced that this unlucky reckless guy would be fired soon.

But it didn’t.

Nidia and Jimmy were busy cleaning up. A pair of black leather high heels stopped in front of Nidia.

Nidya looked up subconsciously.

Rossetti stood outside the mess, looking down at Nydia.

I need you to follow right away, she said, looking at Nydia and then Jimmy. Her luggage will be outside my office. The cleaners will take care of it here...

Nediya and Jimmy looked at each other.

This time, Rossetti said nothing more and turned around to walk towards the elevator. The two senior executives had already called the elevator and were waiting for them. Nidia was stunned for a moment and hurried to catch up.

Before the elevator door closed, Nydia saw that the entire floor of offices were looking at him with mixed surprise and admiration, which made him feel like a warrior ready to assassinate the king.

The two senior executives looked at Nidia quietly.

Rossetti lowered his head and sent a text message on his cell phone.

Nydia secretly glanced at Rossetti.

Curiously, Nydia wondered if she had seen Rossetti's brown eyes somewhere before.

The author has something to say:

Yooo new pit!!

This is the first time I write a heroine who is supposed to be so handsome that she breaks up with him.

But privately, Rossetti seems to be quite out of touch...

Chapter 2: No plan, let you know

This is going to be a bad day, too, Rossetti thought as he stepped out of the elevator.

Roy. Roy. Roy. She wanted to strangle Roy. This time she was serious. This annoying, willful, cute-looking but not-at-all-lovable playboy! It was Roy who threw Planet Media to her. Otherwise, how could she have met Nydia Kent again on the wrong path in her life?

It’s a long story.

A brief explanation from Rossetti's point of view is that she, Rossetti Barnes, had the misfortune to meet Roy, who was very talented and rebellious at the time, at the summer camp when she was eleven years old.

In those years, Rossetti was still an unsociable and somewhat autistic little cute girl. On the first day of entering the summer camp, she had her twin tails tied with a bow, her fair little face and her big chocolate eyes, and she instantly overturned the cuteness of all the males in the summer camp. .

Based on the competitive spirit, Roy admitted this. People in the future will win this war and use small means.

From then on, Rossetti regretted every day why he made friends with Roy. There should really be a regret medicine invented in this world.

Anyway, Rossetti and Roy became friends.

In the two years when Roy's parents died of illness, Rossetti could be said to have worked hard and devoted himself to Roy. He once huddled outside the Stark mansion on rainy days, just to wait for Roy to stop losing his temper. She was willing to let her in and take care of him, and she was once hugged as his mother when Roy woke up crying in the middle of the night.

Rossetti was stabbed countless times by Roy's hateful expressions, and ever since Roy fell in love with throwing parties, he always had to attend, just to keep an eye on the genius before he drank too much and did something irreparable.

The most touching thing Roy did for Rossetti was probably to accompany her and finish high school for three years.

Although during those three years, Roy would provoke her best friend Riven almost every day...

Before Rossetti graduated from college, Roy invited her to work at Stark Enterprises. Rossetti thought that she would work for Roy for the rest of her life, so it would be a waste not to take his money, and the salary he offered her was several times higher than that of others.

Rossetti soon became Roy's top secretary, a position similar to that of prime minister or vice president.

Six years later, one day, her best friend suddenly told her.

I want one.

There's a what?

A media outlet. My own. Which one do you think I should buy? The Daily Planet? The Daily Bugle?

At the time, Rossetti thought Roy was joking. This Stark often talked nonsense, and Rossetti didn't take it seriously.

The Daily Planet, I don't like the CEO of the Daily Bugle.

The next morning, Rossetti received a personnel transfer notice, saying that she became the CEO of the Daily Planet.

It was hard to say that she only found out from reading the newspaper that Roy really bought the Daily Planet in just one night...

This is not all of Rossetti's blood and tears about Roy. Before she left Stark Enterprises, she found a new nanny for Roy, Ms. Potts, nicknamed Pepper. Rossetti always felt sorry for this unfortunate guy, but unfortunately she couldn't protect herself.

Becoming the CEO of the Daily Planet , and an airborne CEO, was totally unacceptable to Rossetti. She rejected it in her heart and immediately drove to Roy to argue. As a result, Roy temporarily demoted her to acting CEO.

...This is not the point!! Rossetti was devastated.

However, it was useless, Rossetti could not change Roy's decision. What was worse was that the slave mentality he had developed over the years made Rossetti accustomed to indulging Roy.

So in the end, Rossetti stood here, becoming the acting CEO of Planet Media , and also Roy Stark's wind direction manipulator and spy in the media industry.

As for why she slept with Superman, aka Nydia Kent, her new assistant, that's another story that was indirectly tricked by Roy.

Anyway, Rossetti decided that this time she would peel off Roy's skin.

After exiting the elevator, Rossetti returned to her office first. She handed the documents to the two senior executives, turned around, and found Nydia still standing outside her office, at a loss as to what to do.

Rossetti frowned. What is this guy doing?

Need a new assistant? one of the senior executives said immediately. I have a list of recommendations.

Rossetti glanced at him, expressionless. I'll ask you when I need to.

The two senior executives understood Rossetti's expression and left the scene wisely. Rossetti stood behind the desk and hooked his finger at Nydia through the glass.

Nydia lumbered in. She bumped into the glass door.

Rossetti had no expression from beginning to end, and she was confused. She didn't understand why this alien with superpowers pretended to be clumsy. Was it better this way? Would it make him less recognizable? Would it make him more distinct from the character of Superman?

No matter what others think, Rossetti thinks that the black-framed glasses on Nydia's face are useless. She doesn't understand why others didn't discover Nydia's identity. Maybe this is a popular joke in a certain era.

Your desk is outside, Rossetti said, ignoring Nydia's hesitation and pointing to the desk outside her office.

Nydia turned her head, her eyes wide in disbelief.

How can I have... that much space?!

Rossetti looked at Nydia coldly. Coldly.

Nidia quickly straightened her expression. Yes. Okay. I understand. Thank you, sir.

Rossetti frowned unconsciously. Being called sir by the kid's father was really...

Anyway, she didn't intend to let Superman know that she had a child with him, Rossetti thought, adjusted his expression, and began to explain the work.

From today on, your office will be there. Every morning at eight o'clock, when I enter the office, I want to see you sitting there. You have compiled the information I need for the day, sorted out my schedule, and arranged everything on time and neatly. Give it to me, along with my coffee. I don't drink Starbucks.

Filter phone calls, filter emails, filter anyone and anything that wants to see me except this list.

Rossetti randomly drew a note, wrote down a few numbers, and handed it to Nydia.

Nydia took the note and read the name on it with a frown.

Ms. Romanoff, Roy Stark, Raven, Mr. Xavier, James, Steve and... Bruce Wayne?

The last one is on the blacklist, Rossetti emphasized. Whenever he calls, he says I'm busy. I'm never free.

Nidya nodded, not quite understanding.

You have to review any information sent to me first. Those that shouldn't be there, those that are stupid, remember who they are, and give me their name if they appear more than three times. Attend meetings, reply to letters, phone calls, and anyone who contacts me. Oh, and you have to collect all the first-hand news on the face of the earth, sort out the useful ones, and give them to me.

Nydia's eyes widened in confusion. Does this also include... the job of acting CEO?

No. Rossetti glanced at Nydia oddly. We are in the news industry. Of course I have to be the first to know everything that happens on the surface.

Nydia was speechless. That's true.

If there's no problem, start working. Rossetti said, sat down, opened the documents, and ignored Nydia.

Nidya was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he should go outside to his place.

The acting CEO's office was on the top floor of Planet Media, with a helipad above it. Roy had left a helicopter there, saying it was for Rossetti to fly for fun. But Rossetti had only used it two or three times.

The first day passed peacefully. Rossetti did not say a word to Nediya until the end of his shift.

Uh... sorry to bother you. Sir, are you still not off duty?

Rossetti was immersed in studying a special topic when she was awakened by Nydia's voice. She looked up and was stunned for two seconds when she saw Nydia. Then she remembered that this guy would be her assistant starting today.

What time is it? Rossetti asked, turning to look out the window at the sky.

It was completely dark. The city lights obscured the starlight.

Half past nine, sir, Nydia replied.

...Damn it.

Rossetti cursed under his breath, hurriedly gathered up the laptop and documents on the desk, threw them all into his bag, and grabbed his coat.

Nydia looked in astonishment as Rossetti rushed to the elevator.

Get off work! Rossetti yelled to Nydia, closing the elevator door and spending a second wondering whether to use the helicopter.

The helicopter set Roy on autopilot. She promised to go home to spend Brandon's birthday with him. But Nata had just planted roses in the front yard...

Between the adoptive mother and the son, Rossetti decisively chose the adoptive mother. For a moment, she considered asking the superman outside to take her home, but that might let the other party discover their son, so forget it. It was more practical to just take the ride.

Rossetti has a personal driver, assigned by Roy. Especially after Roy came back from Afghanistan, he paid more attention to the safety of the people around him.

When she got home, her son, little Brandon, was grim-faced and unhappy.

You are four hours, twenty-six minutes and nine seconds late. You promised me that you would leave work early to spend my birthday with me.

A little boy with black hair and blue eyes stood at the entrance, wearing a funny birthday paper hat, a black suit and a white shirt. From his facial features, it can be seen that this child will grow up to be tall, handsome, smart and brave.

Sorry, sorry. Mommy is working overtime.

Rossetti casually placed his bag on the round table by the entrance, picked up his son and kissed him on the cheek.

My little gentleman, forgive me. I have too much work to do.

I heard some people complaining about me. Should I give my general a raise?

Roy's voice came from the inner hall.

Rossetti thought of everything that happened today. She put Brandon down and walked into the inner hall with heavy steps.

Roy!

......what?

At the long dining table, not only Roy, but also Raven, Charles, and her uncle James were all there. Nata had of course finished her mission early and went home. The empty chair should be for Steve who had temporarily left.

Rossetti glanced at all the family members at the table, rushed over desperately, grabbed Roy's clothes and shook him violently.

What are you doing? Calm down, sweetie.

I can't calm down! And don't call me Sweetie Pie! Rossetti gritted his teeth, I'm going to bite you to death, Roy. You made me meet Nydia Kent today!

Roy was stunned. So were the others.

Sorry, who then? Roy asked.

Rossetti took a deep breath. You know who he is. The one who flew from the sky. The one I asked you to throw onto the roof. The one I let you have after just one bed. Don't force me to tell you his name and identity.

Ahem. Charles asked, announcing the answer in everyone's mind and reminding them not to say it out loud - the children were listening nearby.

This is not my fault! Roy cried out, How would I know he would work there? Didn't you accept him as your assistant?

Steve came in carrying Brandon. What's wrong? What happened?

Roy and Rossetti looked at each other and pointed at each other.

Captain, Roy bullied me! Captain, Rossetti bullied me!

The two adults acted like children, complaining to Steve in unison. Steve laughed, James and Natasha sighed, and Charles and Raven watched the show.

Roy, be nice to Rossetti, Steve scolded, handing Brandon over to Rossetti.

Rossetti sat down holding the stunned little birthday boy.

I accepted him because I have a clear distinction between public and private affairs. In public, I recognize Nydia Kent's spirit and ability, but in private, I don't want to see this person again. She said, staring at Roy, Next year, you must transfer me back to Stark Enterprises. Otherwise, I will resign in front of you.

Who can afford you? Roy taunted. I've spoiled you, sweetie. Who can pay you enough to go to a private school in Brandon and live in a two-story house in a high-end residential area in Manhattan?

I can. Charles smiled.

S.H.I.E.L.D. can do that too. Natasha shrugged.

Rossetti looked down upon Roy with a triumphant look.

... Childish. Roy muttered softly.

The author has something to say:

A popular joke of a certain era.

In those days, Thor and several other superheroes used poor disguises to distinguish themselves, and they thought that people would not recognize them by wearing tights. In the comics, Thor's descent to the mortal world was very different from the movie, and it was quite like a Chinese fairy (?) who made a mistake and came to the mortal world to wash away her sins...

In comparison, Master Wayne is simply too sincere.

Chapter 3 Want to do more for each other

Back to the Daily Planet , correction, the second day of Planet Media, Nediya came into the office half an hour early in high spirits, with hand-brewed coffee that he bought from a nearby cafe.

Fifteen minutes to sort out all the data the acting CEO needs for the day. Five minutes to arrange all the schedules for the acting CEO for the day. Eight minutes to filter emails, phone calls and official documents.

Thirty seconds to eight o'clock, Nidya stood up and prepared to greet his boss.

Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty. Eight o'clock.

The elevator door opened on time, and Rossetti, wearing four-inch high heels, pushed open the glass door and walked into the office.

Today, Rossetti is also wearing a Chanel woolen plaid jacket in royal blue, pink, navy blue, indigo purple and sky blue, matched with a round-neck dress in the same color, white high heels, light makeup and red lips, and her ponytail is tied up high.

Nydia followed Rossetti, holding her itinerary and holding a cup of coffee.

Good morning, sir.

Rossetti glanced at Nydia and took the coffee. Nydia noticed that Rossetti seemed to frown when he called her sir.

You have a video conference in thirty minutes about the theme and promotion of the next season of our TV series. There is a staff meeting at ten o'clock. There is a special discussion at 12:30. At two o'clock, you will go to the World Trade Center in New York to participate in a partner's press conference.

Rossetti enters the office. Hearing the last sentence, she stopped, turned her head, narrowed her eyes, and stared at Nydia.

Nydia immediately tensed up her nerves and straightened her back. He felt like he was being watched again. Again.

Mr. Kent, Rossetti began.

...Yes? Nydia responded.

You're missing two things.

Sorry? Nydia started to sweat. I was sweating in my heart.

Rossetti's eyes swept over Nydia.

First of all, I won't be attending the ten o'clock staff meeting. You go. I have a lawyer's meeting at ten o'clock in the morning. It was you who answered the call yesterday, Mr. Kent.

Nydia was stunned.

But you said... Nydia looked at Rossetti in astonishment.

I will be there. When you asked me if I would be there, I asked you to wait. Then you didn't confirm my reply, right? Rossetti said expressionlessly.

Nydia bowed her head. Yes, that was right. He had forgotten to check whether Rossetti would be there.

Rossetti placed her bag on the table, turned her head, and her ponytail drew an arc in the air.

Second, I won't be the only one attending the press conference at 2 o'clock. You have to go too. I left a note for you last night. Also, don't talk to me in a questioning tone. I want a definite answer from you. The people around me can't give people the impression that they are unreliable.

Yes, sir.

Rossetti took a breath. Nydia looked at her, turned away, rubbed her temple, sipped her coffee, and immediately frowned.

What's this?

Coffee, Nidia answered, trying not to let her expression show any uncertainty or unreliability.

Rossetti glanced at Nydia and raised an eyebrow. This is coffee.

Uh...yes.

Rossetti threw the entire cup of coffee directly into the trash can.

Nidya was stunned.

Like I said, I don't drink cheap coffee that's not carefully brewed, Rossetti said, walking to his desk and sitting down. You have two more chances. Go back to your seat, Kent. Don't make any more mistakes. I have high expectations of you. And don't show me your clumsiness again. I know you can do these things well.

the second day that Nidia has become the assistant to Rossetti Barnes, the perfect and all-round acting CEO of Planet Media .

He began to suspect that returning to Earth was not a good idea.

For the next five days, all the coffee Nidya bought was thrown into the trash by Rossetti. However, Rossetti did not really fire him, and Nidya gradually felt relieved. Although he still couldn't keep up with Rossetti's hurricane-like fast pace, and often bumped into people or things when following Rossetti on patrol...

A week later, Nidya ran into Jimmy when she was taking the elevator after get off work.

Mr. Kent! Are you... okay?

Jimmy greeted Nydia warmly but cautiously.

Nydia smiled bitterly. Alive.

Everyone in the elevator looked at Nydia with sympathy. When leaving the elevator, more than half of them patted Nydia on the shoulder.

Nidia watched the others leave the elevator, feeling mixed emotions. I'm famous, right?

Yes. Jimmy nodded, You are the Queen's first assistant. Before you came, she did all the work by herself.

Nydia turned her head away, incredulous. Alone? How is that possible? How could she accomplish everything?

Jimmy shrugged. The two men followed and walked out of the elevator.

She did it, and she did it very well. That's why we have to admire her. I guess it's because she's been with that Stark before. It's not something that ordinary people can do to help others deal with tens of thousands of troubles. Besides, she's Bruce Wayne's ex-girlfriend.

Nydia frowned. Bruce Wayne. You mean... Wayne from Gotham.

Yes. They were dating, many years ago. This matter has been dug up repeatedly in the past few years. The Queen's name is always mentioned together with Wayne and Stark in the gossip pages. The people love it. Uh... Actually, our newspaper's gossip page often writes about this. As long as it is written in moderation, the Queen will not have any objection.

So...she allows people to talk about her.

Yes, it's amazing, isn't it? I also heard that she had an illegitimate child, but that's probably false.

Nydia looked at Jimmy in surprise.

No one has ever seen her with a child, and she is so busy with work that it seems impossible for her to have a child. This is probably because Wayne never gave up the rumors of rekindling his old relationship with her. You will see it soon. Bruce Wayne and Roy Stark often come to our place. I even met Captain America once.

Nydia subconsciously looked up at the top floor of the building. The lights there were still on.

Jimmy waved to Nydia, Okay, Mr. Kent, I'm going to go out there. We're going to have a drink, do you want to come?

Nydia smiled and shook her head, waved goodbye to Jimmy, and looked toward the top floor again.

Although his new boss is strict and a bit cunning, he wants to do more for him.

This was Nediya’s first week as Rossetti-Barnes’ assistant.

He was too busy to think about anything at all about Louise Lane.

At this time, no one knew that Superman had returned to Metropolis until a plane crash occurred that night.

It might not be right to describe it as a plane crash because the plane was being carried by a rocket into space. On board were hundreds of political and business celebrities, as well as reporters from major newspapers, including Louise Linn from Planet Media.

Nydia saved the plane and landed it safely in a stadium where a competition was taking place.

He saw Louise, but because there were too many people at the scene, he had no chance to talk to her and left.

After leaving the gym, he passed by the Planet Media Building on his way home. It was midnight and the lights on the top floor were still on.

Nedia frowned. This was too bad. Was his boss going to live in the office? This thought made him stay outside the window for a while longer, and he unexpectedly saw Rossetti talking on the phone with his family.

From Nydia's perspective, outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, Nydia could see Rossetti buried in piles of documents and data, concentrating on reviewing the crew's proposals for the next season, circling the appropriate ones and rejecting the unwanted parts.

Nedia looked at it for a while, thinking that maybe starting tomorrow, he should filter the data sent to his office more carefully. When he turned around and prepared to leave, Rossetti answered a video call.

Baby, you are still in the company after all.

With her superhuman hearing, Nidia heard this conversation. The other party's voice was familiar, and Nidia felt like she had met him somewhere before.

Nata... I'm sorry. We're not done yet. I... Are you on a mission?

We're on our way back. You need to go home and rest, baby. You promised me. Brandon needs you.

I know. I try. I have to get this done.

Let someone else do it. Steve and we can take care of Brandon, but he needs you most.

I know, I know...but I promised Roy that Planet Media would become...you understand, Nata. We need media that report from different angles, the Avengers need media that report from different angles. I can't let Jameson, Luthor, and those other media outlets slander you and the superheroes all day long.

We want to let the public know about your efforts. This is the meaning of all I do.

Nedia frowned. He couldn't help but look back and watch Rossetti's video screen from a distance.

The person who was talking to Rossetti was a gorgeous woman with flaming red hair. The red-haired woman looked concerned and was obviously close to Rossetti.

The scene behind the woman seemed to be on a fighter plane. There were figures moving around, indicating that she was not the only one on board. A capital A could be vaguely seen.

That's the logo of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Avengers.

Nydia was surprised to think that his boss was not only familiar with Stark, but also had connections with other people in SHIELD?

Once I'm done with this place, I'll go back to Stark Enterprises. I miss New York, Rossetti said.

Okay. What about your morning news department? How's it going? Haven't you found a new chief editor yet?

There is no suitable one. The chief editor of the morning news department has changed three times in the past six months. I don't want to close the department, but I have to convince the board of directors. The morning news department of Planet Media cannot be replaced by soap operas or Japanese cartoons. Its level must be improved. Only then can our ratings beat our competitors and replace the Daily Bugle, the news station invested by Luther, and other competitors to become a news indicator.

I will discuss this with the head of the news department again. If they can't find anyone, I'm ready to go to the front line myself. Why can't they find anyone? If it's not because of the lack of manpower, I want to fire them.

A new person was added to the video feed. He was a man with black hair and facial features somewhat similar to Rossetti. He was strong, cold, and had a metal arm.

Rossetti.

James. When are you coming back?

In twelve hours. We'll be home tomorrow night, and I want you to be home too, and we'll paint with Brandon, and you can't leave Brandon to Steve and work overtime. He's spoiling you so much, and I need to discuss this with him.

Oh, don't talk like you don't love Rossetti.

...Nata, don't tear me down. I only have one niece!

Rossetti laughed. Well, I'll go home. We'll have dinner together.

Nedia was stunned as he looked at Rossetti's smile. He had never thought... well, he knew Rossetti was also a human being, and theoretically Rossetti would smile. But he had never thought... Queen Barnes, who was known as a devil in official business, would be so favored, smiling and playing in front of her family.

Remember to rest, baby girl. You didn't get the super soldier serum.

The video call was interrupted.

Nedia watched Rossetti stand up and make a pot of tea. The huge office was pale and deserted, and on the screen wall and on various TV stations, there were news reports about Superman's return and a plane crash that had just been saved.

Nydia hesitated for a moment and landed on the balcony.

Rossetti turned around. Their eyes met.

Rossetti immediately frowned.

That expression was exactly the same as what Nedia saw in the office every day. Nedia forced a friendly smile, but inwardly she was smiling bitterly, thinking that Rossetti Barnes was probably the only one who would have no reaction when seeing Superman.

This is just as well. If Rossetti also went crazy upon seeing Superman, Nydia would not be able to calmly face his cold-blooded, unreasonable, devilish female boss when he returned to the office.

Nydia stood on the balcony, but Rossetti seemed to have no intention of opening the window to let Nydia into the office. They just stared at each other. Nydia watched Rossetti make tea. Rossetti watched Nydia enjoy the cool breeze.

Excuse me for disturbing you, Nidia explained, I just... happened to be passing by here.

Rossetti nodded, picked up the teacup, sipped the tea, and stared at Nydia.

Do you mind letting me use your balcony to rest for a while?

Rossetti shrugged and waved his hand, making a gesture of invitation.

Nedia was wondering in his heart, could it be that Rossetti didn't intend to talk to him at all? At the same time, he really wanted to go into the office, and it was too strange to chat through the glass window. He just stood on the balcony for a full ten minutes.

Just when Nedia felt that she'd better leave immediately and began to doubt that nothing in the world could impress Rossetti, and that the smile she saw just now was just an illusion, Rossetti spoke.

Why aren't you off work yet? Rossetti asked, with a look of genuine bewilderment. You can go home now.

Nidia was terrified. What?!

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Some people are guilty.

I feel like the pace is still a bit fast this time (wipe face

This makes me vaguely worried about what kind of plot will happen later OTZZZ

The relationship diagram should be obvious enough, right? Rossetti is related to Bucky by blood. The Avengers timeline here has already proceeded to after Winter Ice, and Bucky did not assassinate Roy's parents. Roy's parents died before that, so... yes.

Because of Rossetti, Roy is nicer to Bucky. And now they all live in Rossetti's house, including Steve. Part of it is that Natasha originally lived with Rossetti, James wanted to live with Natasha, and then Steve moved in naturally without any reason (?).

Another part is that Rossetti was too busy, and basically everyone took turns to help take care of her son...

Chapter 4 Being your girlfriend is so pathetic

Rossetti glanced at Nydia indifferently, leaned against the wooden table, and slowly put down the teacup.

I said, you can get off work. You just saved a plane crash, didn't you?

Nydia breathed a sigh of relief. It was so scary. Just now he thought Rossetti had seen through his identity.

Superman doesn't have a vacation, Nydia replied, only half jokingly.

Rossetti raised an eyebrow. It's so pathetic to be your girlfriend. You just met on the plane and didn't say hello?

Nidia was quite embarrassed. There are a lot of people.

Rossetti shrugged, returned to his desk with tea in hand, and seemed ready to continue working.

You...won't go home? Nydia tried to care about her boss.

No, Rossetti replied, without looking up, I still have a job.

But your family is still waiting for you.

Rossetti stopped what he was doing, turned his head, and looked at Nidia with narrowed eyes.

Nydia actually felt like she was being targeted again. When he was wearing a Superman suit! This is unreasonable. Rossetti treated Superman like a human being.

You know I have a family?

You guessed it. Nidiya said nonsense. Of course you have to talk nonsense at this time. How could he admit that he accidentally overheard Rossetti talking on the phone.

Rossetti was still squinting. Apparently not convinced. She turned her head, glanced at the work on the table, and then looked at Nydia coldly.

Actually, I have an assistant. I can call him to work overtime with me if I want. So, are you suggesting that I provide my assistant with an opportunity to work overtime? This is your idea.

Nydia was sweating inside. Rossetti's assistant, isn't he? ! No, of course not.

I heard someone calling for help. Nydia frowned and said seriously, I'm leaving first. It's nice to talk to you, Ms. Barnes.

I'd better not come to Rossetti's balcony casually next time, Nydia thought as she fled from the balcony.

This is terrible. Why does he always feel that Rossetti has seen through him? No, this is impossible. Not even Louise can see through his identity. This will not happen.

...Superman is really scared to death.

In fact, Rossetti wanted to ask Nydia why she had to use one identity for the whole film...? Didn't his parents teach him to use a fake identity to blend into the crowd? Well, at least Natasha taught her this trick.

It was her second week as Nidya's assistant and things were going well.

Rossetti watched Nydia gradually get used to all the work, and she became more and more careful in filtering letters, phone calls, and official documents. The only problem was that since that night, Nydia looked at her from behind in a strange way. Perhaps he was doubting whether she had seen through his identity.

She won't tell anything anyway, Rossetti thought.

Let Nydia continue to panic. That's right.

As an acting CEO, or rather, acting CEO of Stark Enterprises, Rossetti is very busy every day. She has endless meetings, endless presentations, endless presentations, and speeches to attend. At the same time, she is also a mother.

Monday, another busy day begins.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Rossetti got up and prepared for the day's work.

She first went to Brandon's room to wake the child up.

Don't lie in bed, little gentleman. Mommy will be late.

When the child who had been staying in bed heard the word late, he opened his eyes automatically.

Rossetti smiled with satisfaction. This trick always works. Whenever Brandon hears the word late, he will wake up immediately. This has been going on since he was over one year old, even though Brandon didn't understand the meaning of late at that time. Maybe he still doesn't understand it now.

At 7:10, after taking care of Brandon, the two went downstairs.

Good morning. Steve, who had just returned from his morning run, had already prepared breakfast for them. He was still wearing his apron. You can only go out after you have breakfast, kids.

Rossetti took a deep breath silently. Brandon covered his mouth and laughed.

I'm not a child, Steve, Rossetti said helplessly. I'm an adult. Even older than you are. I'm twenty-nine, and you're only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, minus the time you slept in the ice.

Steve stood in front of the black crystal furnace and frowned at Rossetti. But you are Bucky's niece.

Rossetti rolled her eyes, Natasha-style. Okay, let's not discuss this. Have breakfast, Brandon.

After a while, Natasha and James went downstairs one after another. At 7:20, Rossetti had finished breakfast and was browsing emails on his phone.

Hey, sweetie. Natasha walked over to Rossetti and kissed Rossetti's forehead. Morning.

Morning. Rossetti smiled at Natasha.

James approached the kitchen counter, yawning rudely.

Steve looked at the group and shook his head helplessly. Why do I feel like I'm the only adult here? he complained quietly.

In this family, Natasha doesn't need to be the Black Widow, James is not the Winter Soldier, Rossetti is not the devilish female boss, and only Steve is still responsible for taking care of everyone.

It seems a bit pitiful.

At 7:25, Rossetti packed up all his belongings and coaxed Brandon out the door.

Brandon, young gentleman, it's time for us to get going.

Wait a moment...

We have to leave. Twenty-five minutes. Be good, let's go.

Rossetti collected the empty bowl from Brandon's table and put it in the sink along with her own. Steve noticed that Rossetti hadn't finished her cereal.

Rossetti, you—

Rossetti was busy collecting Brandon's toys. Let's go to the car and play. What is this? A Superman figure? Who gave it to you?

Brandon's eyes widened innocently, and there was a bit of Nydia's charm between his brows. The child turned to look at the others.

Rossetti glanced at her family in disbelief.

It's not me. Natasha raised an eyebrow.

Not me either. James curled his lips.

Don't look at me, I know this is taboo. Steve shook his head.

Rossetti studied Brandon with narrowed eyes.

I bought it with my pocket money. Brandon told the truth, Mommy, I like Superman. When I grow up, I also want to be like him.

Ah...