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Lemu casually grabbed a tall, skinny bartender by the arm and directed him without a hint of hesitation.

"Go get security. Someone's suffering from alcohol poisoning and needs to be taken to the hospital for a stomach pump. You wouldn't want it getting out that your bar's drinks almost killed someone, would you?"

The bartender nodded hastily, clearly alarmed, and scurried off.

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After hitting a dead end with Lemu, Coulson decided to approach Tony Stark.

But before he could even begin his inquiry, Stark dismissed him with two casual sentences, along with yet another complaint about how S.H.I.E.L.D.'s full name was absurdly long.

Coulson left empty-handed, his attempts at diplomacy thwarted once again.

Tony Stark, on the other hand, was on a different mission—finding his assistant, Pepper Potts.

Among the crowd, he spotted her chatting with two elegant socialites. Pepper was wearing a stunning blue backless gown, her golden hair cascading in soft waves at the ends. She exuded an air of graceful sensuality, so much so that Stark found himself momentarily entranced.

Without hesitation, Stark approached her and led her onto the dance floor, where they shared a dance.

But despite the romantic atmosphere, Pepper looked visibly uneasy, her mind clearly preoccupied.

Noticing this, Stark leaned closer and asked gently, "Do you want to step outside for some fresh air?"

Pepper hesitated, then nodded. "Okay…"

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Standing at the edge of the gala hall, Coulson silently observed the scene.

He watched as Stark and Pepper made their way to the rooftop terrace, then turned his gaze back to where Lemu and Alice were engaged in animated conversation.

His expression remained blank, though his thoughts were far from calm.

Whose fault is this?

The universe, after all, operates on a principle of balance—for every moment of joy, there must be an equal measure of sorrow. And who's to blame for this imbalance?

Those who dare to indulge in unrestrained happiness.

Under the quiet night sky, Pepper finally let out her pent-up emotions, her brows furrowed as she struggled to express herself to Stark.

"This is so strange!" she said, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and confusion.

Stark, attempting to soothe her, replied casually, "It's no big deal. We just danced, that's all."

But Pepper didn't see it that way. Her words tumbled out in a flustered, animated manner, her gestures almost frantic.

"It's not just a dance! You don't understand, Tony—you're not me."

Her voice wavered as she tried to articulate the deeper meaning of her discomfort.

"Everyone knows about your… your flings with so many women. And fine, that's none of my business. But you're my boss. Dancing with you like that—it makes me feel like… like I'm just another one of those women who want to… you know."

Pepper Potts hadn't risen to her position as Stark's trusted assistant purely by luck or favoritism.

She was competent, resourceful, and capable of holding her own—even in the face of Tony Stark's eccentricities.

But this… this situation felt like a line she wasn't sure she should have crossed.

If Pepper had relied solely on her looks, Stark wouldn't have hired her as his personal assistant, let alone kept her around without crossing any boundaries for so long.

Pepper had no intention of relying on money or any other form of dependency to please or curry favor with others. She was already a self-made woman—not as wealthy as Stark, of course, but rich enough to live in luxury for multiple lifetimes.

Stark sighed in frustration.

"You're overthinking this. It's really not that complicated…"

Pepper, however, wasn't convinced. Her voice grew softer as she spoke, her words faltering.

"But I'm wearing a dress like this… and we just…"

Her sentence trailed off into silence, leaving her unspoken thoughts hanging in the air.

Their gazes locked, and for a moment, it was as if the rest of the world faded away. Some invisible force seemed to draw them closer, their faces inching toward one another.

Just as their lips were about to meet, Pepper suddenly snapped out of it.

She blinked, her expression a mix of confusion and alarm as she looked at Stark, now mere inches from her face.

"I… I think I need a drink," she stammered.

Stark straightened up immediately, his voice calm despite the rare flicker of uncertainty in his chest.

"Sure, I'll get it for you."

Without another word, he turned and headed downstairs, his movements brisk and deliberate.

Stark's usual confidence felt shaken. For the first time, he wasn't dealing with a casual fling or meaningless flirtation. This was different.

His usual escapades were physical—this, however, was starting to feel dangerously close to something emotional.

Before he could reach the bar, a sultry voice called out from behind him.

"Well, well. Tony Stark! What a surprise to see you here."

Stark paused, blinking in confusion as he turned to see a woman in a black strap dress, her figure curvaceous and alluring. Her tone dripped with mockery and glee, her expression a mix of amusement and malice.

"Hi…" Stark faltered, his mind racing to place her face. "Uh… Carly?"

The woman's lips twisted into a sharp smile.

"Christine. Bold of you to show up here tonight."

Ah, Christine.

The name triggered Stark's memory—this was the one-night stand he'd had shortly before his ill-fated trip to Afghanistan.

The details weren't pretty. The morning after their night together, Stark had vanished without a word, leaving Christine without even the courtesy of a goodbye.

Worse, he'd left it to Pepper to handle the aftermath—kicking Christine out like garbage, without so much as compensation or closure.

Returning home that day, Christine had stared into the mirror, replaying the humiliation over and over in her mind.

"I, Christine Everhart, am nothing more than a lowly journalist for Vanity Fair."

"Yes, as the name suggests, I work for the temple of fame and fortune, and I LOVE fame and fortune."

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