On the way back to the company, the Sun had already set.
Gwen walked ahead, maintaining her usual carefree smile, while Peter followed behind her, a look of awe on his face.
"I really didn't know the Osborn family had a genetic disease."
Hearing this, Gwen turned to look at the astonished Peter, rolled her eyes, and said irritably, "It's not something to be proud of, so it would be strange if you knew, wouldn't it?"
"But Harry and I are good friends!" Peter retorted, a little unconvinced. "We even shared a dorm in high school."
Gwen simply turned around, a knowing smile on her face as she looked at Peter like he was an idiot: "Does Harry know you're Spider-Man?"
Hearing this, Peter gave an awkward laugh twice and fell silent.
The two continued walking in silence until they passed an electronics store.
The display window, like a giant picture frame, showcased dozens of curved televisions, with various content playing on their screens.
Gwen's casual gaze swept over the window, but then she suddenly became interested in one particular piece of content and moved closer to the television.
Peter, seeing Gwen's reaction, was puzzled and also moved closer, following Gwen's line of sight.
The television was broadcasting a news report, a report about Tony Stark.
"Tonight, Tony Stark's 3rd Annual Firefighter Family Foundation Charity Gala will be held at the Disney Concert Hall."
"Every year on this day, Los Angeles high society flocks…"
Peter was halfway through watching when he heard footsteps beside him.
Turning his head, he found the space beside him empty.
Originally, the Master should have been standing there.
Gwen had already walked three meters away, and her steps seemed a little hurried.
Seeing her walk further and further away, Peter quickly jogged to catch up.
"Master, what was wrong with that news just now?"
"Fun." Gwen said with a charming smile. If someone familiar were by her side, they would definitely sense that she was up to no good.
Neither of them were ordinary people; Peter himself, as Spider-Man, had immense physical strength, and Gwen secretly placed Heavenly Energy under her feet.
Gwen only needed to control the Heavenly Energy shield under her feet to move, allowing her to accelerate.
The two quickly returned to the office, pushing open the heavy glass door. The cold air, mixed with the scent of paper and coffee, rushed out.
Ethan was sitting on the sofa in the open-plan office area, holding two letters and looking down intently.
He only looked up when he heard the door open, gazing at the two people at the entrance.
"You're back?"
"We're back." Gwen quickly walked into the office and sat down next to him.
Ethan naturally handed over the letters, explaining, "These are letters from Stark Industries."
Gwen took the letters. The envelopes of the two letters had two names written in hot gold lettering.
One was Gwendolyn Wayne, and the other was Ethan.
She tore open the seal, poured the contents into her palm, and two invitations slipped into her hand.
Looking at the invitation with the long string of hot gold letters that read "Tony Stark's 3rd Annual Firefighter Family Foundation Charity Gala," Gwen's lips curved into a brilliant smile.
She suddenly turned to Ethan, gently placed the invitation on the table, and said in an undeniable tone, "You are not to attend this charity gala."
Although Ethan didn't know why he couldn't attend, he still nodded.
"I understand."
However, Gwen herself offered an explanation.
She picked up the invitation, shook it in her hand, her eyes curved, and her tone light: "The surprise for Tony needs a bit more preparation. Telling him you're alive now would spoil the fun."
Ethan shook his head helplessly, finding his Master's mischievous idea both amusing and frustrating, but ultimately nodded in agreement: "As long as you're happy."
After talking with Ethan, Gwen turned and handed the item in her hand to Peter, her tone light and with an undeniable meaning: "Would you put on something formal and come with me, Peter?"
Peter's eyes widened, full of surprise, his fingers hovering in mid-air, hesitant to take it: "Me? Me go?"
"Yes, otherwise, should I go alone?"
"Uh… alright then?"
Although a little nervous, Peter still took the invitation from Gwen's hand.
"Let's go, time to buy clothes!"
…The night was deep, and the streetlights outside the Disney Concert Hall illuminated the surroundings brightly. Decorative light strips on the building's exterior walls outlined its magnificent silhouette.
A large red carpet was laid at the entrance, flanked by reporters with cameras and onlookers, their flashlights flickering continuously in the night.
A silver sports car quietly pulled up to the curb. Its streamlined body reflected the streetlights, gleaming with a cold metallic luster. The moment the engine stopped, a valet hurried forward and respectfully opened the car door.
The car door opened, and the Master's long legs emerged first, his black leather shoes stepping onto the asphalt road.
He straightened up and casually handed the keys in his hand to the bowing valet waiting beside him, his movements elegant and relaxed. The valet took the keys with both hands, nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then drove the sports car towards the parking lot, the roar of the engine gradually fading away.
The Master of the vehicle raised a hand to adjust his suit. As soon as people saw him, the crowds packed tightly on both sides of the entrance erupted like a lit powder keg, with deafening screams and cheers, and the flickering flashlights illuminated his figure in alternating light and Shadow.
A composed smile played on his lips as he walked steadily through the surging crowd and entered the venue amidst everyone's eager gazes.
Inside the venue, Obadiah was being interviewed by reporters.
"Stark Industries doesn't rely solely on the weapons industry; we also have certain collaborations in firefighting…"
But halfway through his sentence, he heard a wave of cheers from not far away.
Obadiah frowned slightly and instinctively turned to look.
He saw the crowd part like waves, and a man in a suit was walking towards him.
Obadiah's pupils constricted slightly, and his heart sank instantly, but in a flash, his face donned that characteristic gentle smile again.
"What's wrong with this World? The Master doesn't even have an invitation to his own party?"
Obadiah looked at Tony Stark, who shouldn't have been there, but could only put on a cheerful facade.
"Look at you, what a surprise."
"See you inside then." Tony didn't want to waste words and was about to enter the venue, but Obadiah stopped him.
Obadiah leaned close to Tony's ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Listen, you need to take it easy."
"I think I've already appeased the board."
Tony nodded: "Okay, I've just been cooped up for too long and need to let loose for a bit."
Then he turned and left directly.
Watching him walk away, Obadiah's expression darkened.