Factory Owned By Peter Parker Novels & Stories

Peter snaps, turning his boots to walk away down the street. My hand yanks his jacket back once again. "This territory tracks as Mysticfall! If my terminal cannot establish a live wireless connection with Adrian by tonight's watch, then your frame and your father can sit down and wait for my supreme revenge to hit your family line! My station does not just track as the simple Dr. Parker asset your mind knows! More than anything else on this circuit, my hands operate as the absolute head of Yaya Indus!" My heavy threat makes Peter’s facial skin turn completely pale with fear.

The interior was clean and minimalist — shelves of books, a few awards on the wall, and a small team quietly working in glass-partitioned offices. “You built all this?” “From scratch,” Peter said simply. “While you were busy thinking I was after your empire.” Lucas turned toward him, guilt tightening in his chest. “You’ve been helping my company… even after everything.” “I wasn’t doing it for you,” Peter said. “I did it for the people. The employees. The ones who stayed even when the storm hit. They deserved a chance to breathe again.” Lucas sat down on a nearby couch, his voice quieter. “I don’t know what to say.”

She also knew that if she doesn’t say anything, she will be bagged until she had nowhere to hide. “What the…?” Chloe was stunned. Everyone knew about Stars and their mysterious boss. “Wait, this is hard to process.” Chloe said. “who are you?” she turned to Peter and asked. “I am Peter,” he said as he pointed at himself in confusion. Didn’t they already do the introduction? Why was she suddenly asking who he was? “I know that. What I want to know is who your boss is and which company your work for!” Chloe said. “I work at Stars, I am the boss's assistant!” Peter said. He was still confused by all the questioning.

Grandmother Penelope was writhing the most, she is the evilest mind in all. “Hard work of Mr. Levi, are you kidding me? He just used to enjoy all the assets of Stark company which was hard earning of Mr. Alexander Stark. Now also you all are writhing not to save the company but to save the money-making machine for your luxurious life, so please stop pretending that you have some emotional attachments with this company.” Again, before me, Steve's answer ruthlessly shows them the real face of their deeds. I can see they are irked.