69novels Chapter 28 A Prickly Feeling! Obadiah in Terror!
Chapter 28 A Prickly Feeling! Obadiah in Terror!
Chapter 28 A Prickly Feeling! Obadiah in Terror!
"The murderer? Isn't he sitting right in front of me?"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Horn muttered to himself, but didn't reveal Obadiah Stane's identity on the spot. Instead, he shook his head, "I don't know. It was already dark, and I didn't see anything. I was even shaken by the shockwave of the explosion when I escaped. How could I have had time to look for the killer?"
Obadiah Stanislav's body tensed, his heart pounding in his chest. Hearing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile returned to his face. "It's okay, as long as you're not hurt."
"Well, it's good that you're not hurt."
Pepper Potts nodded, recalling the scene he had witnessed: the debris scattered everywhere, the wooden house reduced to rubble, and the lingering fear in his mind.
"Impossible. If the murderer isn't found, Horn is still at risk of being kidnapped."
Tony's ideas were completely different from theirs. After all, he had personally experienced kidnapping and knew those people's nature very well; they were relentless in achieving their goals.
At this moment, Horn, noticing the subtle change in Obadiah Stane's expression, sneered and decided to scare him again. "By the way! I vaguely heard the roar of an off-road vehicle engine back then. I wonder if it was the murderer."
"The roar of an off-road vehicle engine?"
Obadiah Stane was startled; his hand, which had been cutting the steak, suddenly stopped, and his heart, which had just settled, jumped again.
"Hmm, it sounds like there's more than one; I estimate at least three."
After Horn finished speaking, he looked at Obadiah Stan, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said as if intentionally or unintentionally, "As for the car model, it is very similar to Mr. Stan's Hummer."
"My Hummer?"
Obadiah Stane froze, his expression stiffening, inwardly cursing, "Idiots! What a bunch of idiots, doing something like that and still daring to drive my car!"
He couldn't even imagine how terrifying his fate would be if Horn found out that he was the mastermind!
After all, times have changed. According to information from within the military, their hero Horn could easily kill so many terrorists in a hail of bullets without getting hurt. If they were to kill him, wouldn't it be as easy as crushing an ant?
Thinking of this, even with Obadiah Stane's strong mental fortitude, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat under Horn's gaze.
In his mind, those eyes seemed to emanate an invisible sense of oppression, making him feel suffocated. The person sitting opposite him no longer seemed like an eighteen-year-old child, but more like a bloodthirsty beast that might swallow him whole at any moment.
Just as sweat beaded on his forehead and he was on the verge of breaking down under those intense gazes, Horn's voice rang out again, "Hey, there are Hummers everywhere. How can you find a killer just by the sound of an engine? I was overthinking it."
As soon as he uttered those words, Obadiah Stan felt the atmosphere at the entire table relax, and the oppressive feeling vanished. However, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief—
"Mr. Stan, is it hot in the restaurant? Why are you all sweaty?"
Horn's voice was like a sharp knife, piercing Obadiah Stane's chest, causing his heart to pause for a moment before racing.
"Oh ho, maybe the air conditioning is set too high?"
He casually pointed to the central air conditioning unit and picked up a tissue to wipe the large beads of sweat from his forehead.
"air conditioner?"
Tony Stark glanced at Obadiah Stan suspiciously, sensing that the other man was acting strangely today.
Recalling Horn's words, a possibility arose in his mind, however small it may be, but it still made him suspicious and he decided to go back and investigate the other party.
For Horn's safety, no matter who the other party is, no matter how small the possibility, he must find out the truth!
"It doesn't look like an air conditioner problem to me; it looks like kidney deficiency."
Horn chewed his steak, glanced at him indifferently, and then looked away.
"Hehe, yes, my body is getting weaker and weaker than yours young people."
Seeing that the other party had changed the subject, Obadiah Stanislav didn't take the insults to heart at all. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his life was temporarily saved.
At the same time, he made up his mind that no matter whether his subordinates succeeded or not, he would find a few scapegoats to take the blame, then buy the fastest plane ticket to go to Europe to hide for a while until Horn and Tony gave up looking for the murderer and things were completely calmed down.
As for stocks and business—none of them are as important as his life.
After all, no matter how much money you earn, if you don't live to enjoy it, you'll just end up working for someone else.
"Alright, let's eat our steak now, or it won't taste good when it gets cold."
Tony stared at Obadiah Stane's face for a few seconds before finally looking at Horn across from him. "Come find me in the lab after you finish eating."
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"May I have a look around?"
Obadiah Stanstan seized the opportunity to ask, "I remember you brought back a bunch of big iron lumps when you came back? What were those?"
"Obi, go home early after you finish eating. Goodnight."
Tony ignored him, got up, wiped his mouth, said something, and left the restaurant, heading back to the lab down the stairs.
"Hornboy, do you know?"
Obadiah Stane, unwilling to give up, turned to look at Horn again.
"I know."
Horn nodded.
"What is that?"
Obadiahstan leaned down to listen, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Mr. Stan, have breakfast and go home. Good night."
Following Tony's example, Horn got up, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then walked towards the laboratory without looking back.
"Look, this child is really—"
Obadiah Stanislav's face darkened; he was furious.
"It is indeed getting late."
Pepper Potts gave him a polite smile.
Underground laboratory.
As soon as Horn pushed open the door, a thick contract was handed to him.
"Let's sign this first."
Tony's voice then came through.
"What is this?"
Horn opened it with a sense of doubt.
"Share transfer agreement!?"
Seeing the line of English writing on the first page, he was slightly surprised and asked, "Before signing, I want to know why? Why transfer 10% of the shares to me? I don't know how to manage the group or anything like that."
One of the reasons he came here was to find out what Tony was thinking; only by knowing what Tony was thinking could he accept it with a clear conscience.
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To be honest, he certainly wanted shares in Stark Industries, and not just the 10% stake, but also the shares held by the board members. That way, even if he used some of the technology to make money in the future, it wouldn't be someone else making the profits.
"What? Why? As your brother, do I need a reason to give you shares?"
Tony, holding his wine glass, paused for a moment, then said matter-of-factly, "Besides, I still owe you my life. What's a little bit of stock compared to that?"
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