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Chapter 61: Black Queen of the Hellfire Club (1/2)



Chapter 61: Black Queen of the Hellfire Club (1/2)

Chapter 61: Black Queen of the Hellfire Club (1/2)

Eric and Charles were exhausted by a morning of jokes.

After lunch, the two little ones were so sleepy that they went to sleep. Mike rested for a while and began to prepare for dinner, and when Clark saw it, he immediately came over to help.

Today Christmas Eve, dinner will be very generous.

The afternoon was very clean.

In the evening, after a sumptuous dinner, a family of four gathered around the fireplace, one of them was holding a cup of hot drink and watching TV, without the intention of going out under the heavy snow.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared on the TV.

Tony Stark.

At this moment, Tony Stark is a serious to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

It was Christmas wish time for corporations and officials, and as the new head of Stark Industries, Tony Stark was naturally the one who appeared on camera.

Hmm? This guy is starting to run Stark Industries?

Mike was stunned, looking at the young, but seemingly stinky face, saying irritating words, whispered.

It seemed that although he had saved Howard, things were still on the original trajectory.

Is this the self-repair of time and space?

Just then, Mike heard some strange conversation.

Charles: Isnt this guy the strange uncle from the other day?

Eric: Yeah! And you called him a milk seller, how outrageous!

Charles: You didnt ask him to beg for food.

Clark: So hes a rich guy? But look at that stinky face

The three said in unison: I really want to hit him!

You three beat him, he cant make it through?

Mike gave a dark laugh.

Dad, take a group photo!

Charles suddenly took out his camera.

Eric took out a red Christmas hat and put it on Mikes head.

Then Clark took out a gift box and brought it to Mike, saying, This is for the three of us.

Mike was stunned, looking at the gift box handed to his hand, his heart warmed, tears almost came out.

Mike hugged the three hard and put the gift box aside.

He sat under the Christmas tree, the three brothers stood behind Mike, allowing Eric to control the camera.

Merry Christmas!

The picture was framed in a unison shout.

In the photo, under the Christmas tree, the four men were smiling very brightly.

At night, when the three Clarke returned to their room, they looked at the sports bikes and bicycles placed in the room, and looked at the Santa Claus decorations hanging on them, cheering.

Clarks was blue, and after Eric and Charles had a friendly discussion between the two, Eric chose black, and Charles got the white one with a sad face.

Listening to the commotion coming from the childrens room, Mike smiled with satisfaction and then took out the gift the children had prepared for him.

It was a gift box that was only half the size of a palm.

It shouldnt hold anything big.

Mike muttered, unwrapped it and was a little surprised.

Surprisingly, it was a gold ring.

Gold?

Mike frowned.

These boys, where did they get the money to buy? Did they use their own ability to get it?

Just then, Mike saw a small card under the gift box.

For our dear father!

After a warm word, three names in different fonts were written below, and then in the corner below the sitting, there was a sentence that made Mike cry and laugh.

PS: This is what we bought with the pocket money we saved for a long time.

A long time and pocket money a few words, and was bolded.

Needless to say, this must be Charless ghost idea.

Picking up the ring, he noticed a few more words inside the ring.

For dear Dad.

Mike brought it down.

The size is right.

Ha, I didnt expect that the first ring I brought in this world was actually given by children.


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