Before leaving, Aaron smiled and patted the bastard who had made outrageous remarks when he entered.
He didn't remember anyone else, but he could specifically remember this bastard personally attacking him and saying insulting things.
Aaron is not one to hold grudges. What's the point of holding grudges? His enemies don't live past the second day.
The latter's face was the palest, he had received the most "care" just now.
When Aaron patted him, he instinctively hunched over. "S-Sir? Is there anything you need?"
"Nothing, I just see a dark shadow between your eyebrows, this is an ominous sign."
Aaron sincerely suggested, "I think you'd best go to the hospital. I understand medicine, and your physical problems are very serious."
"Ah?! I'll go immediately."
The man quickly signed, then ran out as if avoiding a plague god.
He didn't take Aaron's words seriously, but somehow, every time he thought of Aaron's meaningful gaze, he felt uneasy, as if disaster was imminent.
"Damn it! I suddenly forgot I haven't had my private physical exam this month. Right, I need to go for my routine check-up."
He turned to contact the Doctor, but halfway through, he suddenly fainted.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
"Norman, when your family's hereditary disease flares up, it quickly leads to death, right?"
On the other side, Aaron looked at Norman.
Norman seemed to recall something and said, "Yes, Boss, if the body already has other ailments, once the disease flares up, it's possible to die on the same day."
"Then I'm relieved." Aaron smiled mysteriously.
He had taken the family disease extracted from Norman, optimized its characteristics, multiplied it several times, and given it to that person just now.
Coupled with the previous high-frequency ultrasound and the dual damage of ice and fire, he probably wouldn't need to make a personal trip.
Norman was puzzled. Wasn't he fine? Was Aaron reminding him that Harry's problem hadn't been solved yet, and that he should work more diligently and responsibly?
At this thought, Norman crossed out the only free time on his schedule.
And he told his secretary, "For the next month, you will be responsible for picking up and dropping off Harry. If he protests, tell him that everything I do is for him."
"Understood, sir."
For Harry, I'll fight!
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"Shocking! A major conflict has erupted within Osborn Industries! Board members have jointly moved to dismiss the newly appointed Chairman Aaron!"
"According to an Osborn Industries board member who requested anonymity, a fierce conflict broke out during the internal meeting..."
"Breaking News! A board member was hospitalized immediately after angrily leaving the meeting and died that same night..."
"Wealthy Family Secrets Revealed: A hospital attending Doctor stated that the board member suffered from the Osborn family's genetic disease. Perhaps he was Norman's long-lost brother?"
"Mr. Killian, CEO of A.I.M., stated: Aaron is suspected to be a Mutant. He seems to possess a terrifying special power, having coerced other board members into signing unequal contracts..."
"A high-level executive from Callisto Aerospace publicly denounced: A certain Corporation has become the private property of an outsider. His brutal dictatorship will plunge this historically glorious Corporation into an endless abyss. The US government should intervene in the Corporation's internal affairs to prevent the loss of American assets!"
"The Director of the New York Police Department appeared to respond to the media: They will increase supervision over Osborn Industries to prevent any illegal or criminal activities."
"The Dean of Xavier School for Genius Youngsters stated: Aaron is not a Mutant. Please stop viewing Mutants with prejudice. Mutants should also enjoy human rights protection."
"Osborn Industries' stock prices continue to fall, and its market value is now less than one-fifth of its peak. Has this biomedical super Corporation met its final twilight? Let us wait and see!"
"Reporters indicated that Norman Osborn held private meetings with several wealthy individuals yesterday afternoon. It seems the two parties reached some sort of unknown special transaction?"
...
Early in the morning, news concerning Osborn Industries surged forth overwhelmingly.
Even Aaron, who didn't have many acquaintances, received quite a few messages.
Some were from Eleanor and Norman, but most were from Kate.
Eleanor and Kate both expressed concern and asked if he needed financial assistance.
Norman, however, indicated that everything was okay.
Aaron glanced at the important messages, then deleted them all with one click.
The current state of Osborn Industries made it impossible to produce enough funds to pay the board of Directors, who held more than half of the shares.
Although the stock price had already plummeted, even if they sold everything they owned, Norman and Aaron couldn't raise the money.
Even adding Eleanor's Bishop Security wouldn't be enough to make a difference.
He scanned the headlines of the major news outlets again. His heart was completely unmoved.
Everyone was badmouthing Osborn Industries, even describing him as an ignorant Devil from Hell who bewitched people.
He supposedly came to New York, bewitched the wise Norman, and stole his company.
But the sharp-eyed board members and numerous media outlets had seen through his disguise and would drive him back to Hell, back to where he belonged.
How should he put it? It sounded like a baseless, illogical street story dreamt up on a whim. Only brain-dead people would believe it.
Looking at the comments below the news, and the number of likes, Aaron was startled.
"There are so many brain-dead people here? That's terrifying."
Shaking his head, Aaron patted the bedding, signaling Felicia to hurry up.
Felicia, who was eating a hotdog, nodded muffledly. She sped up, and then grabbed a cup of milk from the fridge and chugged it down.
After washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she was ready to go to the Corporation.
Before the doorbell even rang, Aaron instructed, "Someone is here. Go open the door."
"Huh? Oh!"
Felicia didn't move, instead shooting a web from afar that accurately hit the doorknob and opened the door.
Aaron shot her an annoyed look, and Felicia chuckled.
Her specially altered tongue flickered out flexibly, licking her lips. "Boss, come punish me."
"Don't beg for mercy tonight."
Aaron glared at her, and Kate's familiar voice sounded from outside the door.
"Hello, is anyone inside? Oh dear, the door wasn't closed."