Norman didn't speak, just stared coldly at the young woman's face, without a trace of a smile.
As the long-time CEO of the Osborn Corporation, the oppressive aura emanating from him was almost palpable, as if the air itself was stirred by an invisible force, causing even Peter, standing nearby, to unconsciously take a half-step back, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.
However, Gwen remained perfectly still, her smile unwavering, her eyelashes casting tiny shadows beneath her eyes.
She met Norman's gaze fearlessly, her green pupils showing no hint of retreat, and her left hand, suspended in mid-air, even wiggled slightly, as if silently urging him to shake her hand.
The air pressure in the office dropped lower and lower, and the ticking of the clock's hands was exceptionally clear in the dead silence.
Time flowed slowly in the stillness, lasting for about 30 seconds, when Norman's tensed shoulders suddenly relaxed, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips as he extended his hand to grasp Gwen's suspended left hand.
However, just as his fingertips were about to touch hers, Gwen deftly twisted her wrist, retracting her hand prematurely, and lowered her gaze to the mechanical watch on her wrist, its gears glinting coldly under the light.
Norman's previously softened expression instantly froze, his brows furrowing into a knot again, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.
Before he could even open his mouth to question her, Gwen suddenly let out a soft 'tsk' and, with a smile, uttered the most sarcastic words: "Mr. Norman, are you sick?"
These words exploded like a bomb in the office, startling even Peter.
Norman's rage immediately surged, and the veins in his neck bulged: "What did you say?!"
How long has it been, how long since anyone dared to be so presumptuous in front of him!
How many mothers do you have? How dare you do this!
But the next second, the words that came out of Gwen's mouth instantly turned his face pale.
"Hold on, my friend, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush, at least don't rush to use that problematic Super Soldier Serum on yourself. It won't cure your family's hereditary disease."
I'm sorry, I spoke too loudly.
Peter was stunned to hear this.
What? Super Soldier Serum? Like Captain America's? And a family hereditary disease... hereditary disease?!
Suddenly realizing something, Peter looked at Norman Osborn in shock.
Norman's knuckles were white, and his fist, pressed against the modern office desk, slowly made a dent.
"How do you know?"
Gwen's smile didn't change, but to the two of them now, it felt so profound: "You don't need to worry about that. Anyway, I can cure it."
"How do you cure it? Tell me the technology!"
At this point, Norman was practically yelling.
He stared intently at Gwen, trying to determine if she was lying.
"Don't even think about the technology; you can't afford the price." If it weren't for her ingrained etiquette, Gwen might have rolled her eyes right then.
"What do you want then?"
"It's simple. I'll perform the surgery on you first. Once you confirm the treatment is effective, I'll ask you for a certain technology and a few people. After you give me these, I'll help cure your son." Gwen extended her hand again, "Do you agree?"
Norman Osborn stared at that hand with a gloomy gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing, and asked cautiously, "And before that? What do I need to pay?"
Gwen shrugged, looking incredibly relaxed: "Nothing at all."
Norman Osborn rubbed his chin, his sharp gaze sweeping over Gwen from head to toe, and the office once again fell into a long silence.
Finally, he took a deep breath, extended his hand, and grasped Gwen's: "I agree."
"Hehe." Gwen chuckled softly. Norman felt a jolt of electricity surge through their clasped hands, like thousands of tiny silver needles simultaneously piercing his skin.
He instinctively tried to pull his hand back but found Gwen's strength astonishing; her fingers clamped onto his wrist like an iron vice.
The current spread through his body at an alarming speed, a tingling sensation rising from his fingertips to his hair roots.
Norman's legs went weak, and he staggered, leaning on the desk.
However, the sensation came and went quickly. When the numbness subsided, he was surprised to find that the devil's whisper, which had always haunted his mind, had vanished.
His once chaotic thoughts became clear and orderly, as if the fog covering his brain had been instantly dispelled, and his entire being entered an unprecedented state of clarity.
"This, this is..."
"Cured." Gwen glanced at the broken watch on her wrist. "Please settle the medical bill."
Peter, watching from the side, was also extremely shocked.
He had originally thought that Gwen intended to blindfold Uncle Norman and then transform into a hero with healing abilities to treat Norman.
But what he didn't expect was that she simply shook his hand and claimed to have cured his illness.
However, Peter was also a bit curious: how did Gwen know about the Osborn family's hereditary disease? Was the disease serious? How was Harry doing now?
As for how Gwen figured it out... that was quite simple.
First, this Peter Parker he knew had not fallen out with the two Osborns.
And from him, she had accidentally learned that Harry Osborn was studying abroad.
From this point, Gwen thought of the Marvel Spider-Man game made by Sony.
In that game, as well as in The Amazing Spider-Man, Harry Osborn was sick.
And coincidentally, no matter which work it was, the illness he contracted was related to genetic inheritance.
Isn't that a coincidence?
If it were other diseases unrelated to genes, Gwen might not have had any solutions.
But if this matter was related to genes, then Gwen was no longer troubled.
Genetic disease? That means there's a genetic abnormality, right?
Since there's a genetic abnormality, DNA repair should be able to help, right?
Little broken watch! Time to work!
When Gwen extended her left hand earlier, besides wanting to shake hands with Mr. Norman, her main intention was to use the little broken watch to scan his DNA.
Therefore, even if he didn't extend his hand to shake hers, she could still directly scan his body with the little broken watch to confirm whether he had a hereditary genetic disease.
Even if it couldn't be scanned, and the hereditary disease was passed down from the mother's side, Gwen could just ask directly.
If Harry Osborn didn't have a hereditary disease, that would actually be even better.
Everything Gwen was doing now was simply for the sake of this good neighbor of New York City.
If it was truly a hereditary disease that led to the appearance of the Green Goblin and the Hobgoblin in the Osborn family, then by curing the Osborn family members, Spider-Man would have two fewer villains.
And as their benefactor, she could also receive a small reward.
For example... his scientists, the Super Soldier Serum, or... Norman Osborn felt a long-lost lightness in his body, but his brows furrowed even tighter.
Although he hadn't undergone a check-up, he felt better than ever before.
After a moment of hesitation, he looked up at Gwen: "What do you want?"
Gwen just smiled, looking at Norman: "I want many things, for example, Professor Connors, Dr. Otto, and... a technology."
Looking at Gwen's raised finger, Norman asked seriously, "What?"
"The glider that person can stand on."
To be honest, Gwen didn't want anything else, but she really wanted the Green Goblin's glider that could be used as a skateboard.
She thought, if she painted it black, added some Bat decorations, and then made a bunch to give to little Brucey when she debuted, she would probably be quite happy, right?