The top of fame and fortune [Comprehensive British and American]

In the cloudy night, with the sound of thunder and lightning, the showers fell to the ground, and the strange Gothic buildings in the city blocks looked even more gloomy.

In the Gotham Police Station, Erica obviously didn't intend to continue to say anything to Lex Luthor, nor was she interested in listening to the 360 ​​reasonable explanations he had already planned.

She stepped forward with her arms folded, brushing against Lex's body as she brushed past him, apparently in a fit of rage.

Luther tried to hold her arm, but was stopped by Captain America, "You need to do what she says, Mr. President."

In the police station, Joker, who was under strict supervision by Batman, gloated happily, "It's really fun tonight."

Facing the anger that Lex Luthor looked at him, Joker didn't take it seriously, with a satisfied smile on his face, "I have fulfilled your request, and now that blonde stunner probably doesn't plan to date this guy who likes to dress up as a bat." The madman goes one step further."

Joker released a "poison arrow" and shot Wayne and Luther at the same time, "I don't think she would choose the guy who put her in danger. Of course, life is more important than dating."

To some extent, what Joker said can be regarded as the truth. Being the girlfriend of a superhero is really a dangerous profession.

In the process of Joker talking, Erica has gone out of everyone's sight, and the police station is empty and deserted. Most of the detectives are dispatched to the Arkham Asylum to assist S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and the military to deal with the riots.

Peter Parker followed her, "Rika, Harry called me a few minutes ago and he's coming."

Erica paused and looked at Peter.

Harry Osborn's behavior in the past year was obviously a bit contradictory, and he deliberately kept away from her, but when she was in danger tonight, he was the first to know that she had come.

She frowned, but she did not refuse to meet Harry Osborn, but took out her mobile phone and called him directly, "I am not injured, you drive the car to the back alley of the police station, we are here Meet there."

In the old and deserted dark alley, Erika stood under the wide red brick eaves of the police station's back alley to shelter from the rain, but the rain still showed no signs of easing.

And in the dark night and rain, a ray of light came from the Osborne family's senior executive car.

In the torrential rain late at night, the executive car was driving extremely fast, and when it slowed down and approached Erica, it was barely stable, and the door was pushed open from the inside, and the figure of Harry Osborn rushed into the rain. In the rain that was about to be blocked, he was running towards her.

'Pounding', Erica was hugged suddenly by him, Harry's strength almost made the two bodies collide, and her body was even knocked backwards.And his hug was so hard that Erica felt like Harry was shaking.

"Harry—" she was a little surprised, she could only hug Harry Osborn's back, and pat him comfortingly, "I really didn't get hurt, look—"

Erica tried to move her body back a little to prove to him that she was 'absolutely healthy', but when she looked up at Harry's face, she found that he was a little too pale, and that kind of delicate and morbid beauty was simply abnormal , Unhealthy degree.

She stretched out her palm to touch Harry's forehead, and Erica frowned at the hot temperature, "You have a fever, and it's a very high temperature."

Harry Osborn ignored the fact that he was running a fever, and hugged Erica tightly again. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and breathed high fever in her ear, his voice was hoarse and deep, "I want to die in front of you."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Erica's tone was bad at first, but also a little helpless, so she lowered her voice, "Harry, you need to go to the hospital for examination, your fever is too severe."

Harry's arms tightened again, and he paused for a moment before saying to her, "Because of Reversal Cell Dysplasia."

"What?" Erica asked suspiciously, she had never heard of this disease before.

Harry Osborn's voice was heavy, "A genetic disease, the curse of the Osborne family, I started to get sick nearly a year ago."

Erika couldn't believe what she was hearing, and she tried to stay calm, "What else could it cause besides high fever?"

He answered truthfully, "Death."

"Osborn Industries is the most advanced and sophisticated medical empire in the United States and even in the world," Erika breathed lightly, "for this genetic disease—"

Harry revealed the progress of his treatment to Erica, "In the past year, I spent most of my time at Osborne Medical Center and took over my father's "serum cure project" for this family genetic disease."

"You should go back to the medical center right now," Erica said with a serious expression, holding Harry Osborn's hand and walking towards the executive car, asking him to get in the car, "I'll go with you."

Only then did Harry do as she said, and the executive car left the back alley of the police station and drove in the Manhattan neighborhood.

In the back row of the car, Erika unfolded the soft blanket placed next to the seat, and used it to dry Harry's rain-soaked blond hair, and asked with concern, "During the year, apart from controlling the disease in the medical center, And the 'serum cure project', what else has been done?"

Master Osborne did not hide his desire for control, his blond hair was messed up by Erica, and his pair of blue eyes stared straight at her, "Knowing all your whereabouts."

Erica could obviously guess this matter, for example, when Harry learned that she was in danger so quickly tonight, she threw the soft blanket to the young man and asked him, "You better restrain yourself from now on."

"Because of my illness, I'm afraid there will be more obstacles in the process of taking over Osborne Industries," Harry showed weakness to her. "The old guys on the board of directors were very dissatisfied with me."

Erica heard his voice, and her expression was much gentler, and she didn't resist Harry's movement towards her.

As for the accompanying driver of the Osborne family in the driver's seat, when he heard the voice of his employer, he obviously looked a bit speechless——

Obstruction from the board?Didn't those high-level executives who were on the opposite side of Master Osborne have been kicked out of Osborne Industry by him in this year?

The new ruler of the Osborne Empire, when facing Erica Parker, the blonde stunner, and everyone else except her, there are really two completely different faces.

The Osborne Medical Center is also located in Manhattan, and Erica follows Harry into the top floor area that is not open to the outside.

Compared with the ward, this place is probably no different from the president's office of Osborne Industries, except that there are more complete medical equipment and an American king bed.

On the bedside cabinet, there were several documents and books. Erica picked up Zweig's "Letter from a Strange Woman" and looked at Harry Osborn, "How much do you like this book?"

"I try to take a warning, never allow myself to become a 'strange woman'." It seems that this is not the first time Harry has said this to her.

Erica was noncommittal, and even said to him in a 'vicious' way, "You haven't appeared in front of me for nearly a year after you learned about the illness, I thought you were going to live like a 'strange woman' in life. At the last moment, write another long letter and reveal the truth to me."

Harry approached her, repeating emphatically, "No, I will never accept such a fate."

Erica raised her eyes to look at him, and looked into those bright blue eyes, "So, you concealed me for a year, did you do it on purpose? To make me feel guilty after learning the truth?"

Or it cannot be said to be guilt, but a kind of inner shock and mixed feelings. When death and love come together, it always seems more shocking, hard to ignore, and extraordinary.

"Would you do that?" Harry asked her, looking straight into her pupils.

Erica felt his fingers touching her face, almost trembling, as if waiting for an ultimate answer of life or death.

She reached out and took his cold and dry palm, "Harry, live, live for me."

Harry Osborn felt almost shivers down his spine at the love in her eyes.He could hardly believe it.

And Erica didn't continue talking, but looked at his shirt, which had been soaked by rain before and was not completely dry yet, "You should take a hot bath immediately to avoid catching a cold, but now you have a fever -"

"Fever is just one of the normal reactions to my latest medication." Harry explained to her that he wasn't getting weak.

Erica looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Then you go to the bathroom quickly."

Facing the young man who was still standing in front of her without moving his body, Erika crossed his arms, "What are you waiting for? Shall I wash it for you? Master Osborne?"

Harry blushed a little on his pale face, but he said boldly to her, "Together we can—"

"Noway." Erica responded uncooperatively.

She found that Master Osborne really had no intuition as a patient.Moreover, looking at his appearance, it seemed that she didn't really see any weakness in him except for his increasingly evil and morbid beauty.

After Harry entered the bathroom, as if he was worried that Erica would leave at any time, it only took a few minutes to finish cleaning. When he changed into pajamas and came out, he was relieved to see her figure.

Erica had no choice but to say to him, "I'm afraid you need to lend me a pajamas tonight."

"You'll stay?" Harry had no idea this was the first time he'd been flattered tonight.

Erica began to suspect that this genetic disease would lower IQ. She didn't answer Harry's inquiry, but walked straight to the bathroom.In the process of walking, she had already pulled down the chain of the dress and lifted it up to take it off. Although it was a simple action, it looked extremely sexy and seductive.

Compared with Master Osborne, Erica obviously spent a little longer in the bathroom.

And when she was wrapped in Harry's pajamas and walked towards the American-style king bed, she picked up the "Letter from a Strange Woman" on the bedside cabinet again, and handed it to the handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, "a bedtime story."

Late at night in New York City, outside the window is still the rain that keeps falling, and the raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, making bursts of sound.

Harry unfolded the book he had already learned by heart, and whispered in Erika's ear, "If my death would make you miserable, then I cannot take my last breath. If you call me, even if I am in the grave, I will die." There will be a force gushing out to follow you."