In the main hall, there is a new door with a pure metal frame and a round door handle. Mysterious light and shadow are reflected inside the door, and the basement of Stark Industries on the other side can be vaguely seen.
"Tap tap..."
As the footsteps slowly approached, the maid looked up and saw a beautiful woman dressed as an urban professional, stepping on high heels and crossing the fixed portal.
She wore a suit jacket on top and a long skirt with tight leggings underneath. Her blonde hair was tied up high. Her every move was capable yet elegant.
"Hello, Madam Lucy." The two maids greeted sweetly and hurried forward.
"I've told you so many times, don't call me Madam." Luxi's fair face turned slightly red. She supported her slender waist with both hands and glared at the maid fiercely.
"Yes, Sister Luxi." The maid quickly changed her words with a smile. To them, Luxi was the easiest person to get along with and be close to among those with high status in the family.
"Why is it so quiet today? Where are the others?" Lucy was surprised and looked around with her beautiful eyes. Normally, the card players' sparring could not be quiet.
"Wolf King, Red Eye, and Black Widow have taken their card players to Afghanistan, saying they want to get some practical training out there." The maid replied.
"What about the head of the family?" Lucy asked expectantly.
These days, she has been working as a financial manager at the Stark Industries Building, studying diligently to take over the future funds of the Carl family.
All of this, of course, is for someone.
Chapter 148 Confession
"The master is in the master meeting room on the second floor. He has not left the manor in the past few days." The maid replied respectfully.
Lucy couldn't help but smile brightly when she heard this. She pouted with a girlish nature and said, "That warmongerer didn't go out with Logan and the others."
"But this is great, we can share our world together."
She was about to go upstairs impatiently when she suddenly remembered something. She turned around to show off her figure and outfit and asked the maid, "Is what I'm wearing okay today?"
The two maids nodded quickly, and after a few words of praise, as if they knew what Lucy cared about, they added: "The master will definitely like it when he sees it."
"That's good." Lucy patted her already growing chest with her slender hand and breathed a sigh of relief with a little trepidation.
Her already perfect and delicate face, now with light makeup and a professional suit, looks less girlish and more intellectual and mature.
"Then I'll go to the second floor and bring up some wine and snacks later." Lucy ordered, and before the maid could respond, she hurriedly ran upstairs, picking up her skirt.
On the second floor of the manor, the owner's meeting room.
Lu Xi knocked on the wooden door, and a calm and magnetic male voice came from inside: "Come in."
Lucy quickly opened the wooden door and walked into the room. Her beautiful eyes followed the light into the huge room and her gaze fell on a blond young man in casual clothes.
He stood with his back to the door, at the edge of the retro window. His tall and sturdy figure blocked out most of the light from the window, leaving a tall and cold back to anyone who came in.
"Kyle." Lucy whispered lovingly, trotting forward, wrapping her arms around the young man's sturdy waist, with her chest completely pressed against his broad back.
"Lucy, you're back." Kyle whispered, grabbing the girl's hand and holding it in his palm.
"If I don't go back here, where else can I go back to?" Lu Xi burst into laughter, stuck out her pink tongue mischievously, and complained in a low voice: "If you hadn't insisted that I manage the Karl family's finances, I wouldn't have to go to New York to study economic management courses."
"How's your study going?" Kyle asked with rare interest.
"Compared to the medical courses I studied before, it is not very difficult to learn. Moreover, during my work at Stark Industries, many colleagues took care of me and taught me professional knowledge." Lucy said softly.
"There are still a lot of good people." Kyle chuckled and shrugged.
It would be strange if he didn't care about her. Although Howard had retreated to the background as a full-time scientific researcher, he was still the boss of the industry. Lucy was recommended by Howard to work temporarily in Stark Industries...
A person with connections who is as hard as vibranium.
"Stark Industries can be separated and operated independently. Now the Carl family's other businesses have not yet been expanded, and the financial income and expenditure are not much, so it is still easy to manage." Lucy was full of confidence.
"That's good. I'll feel relieved from now on..." Kyle narrowed his eyes, looked at the beautiful scenery out the window, and suddenly paused without saying anything else.
"What are you worried about?" Lu Xi looked up puzzled and asked.
"Nothing." Kyle seemed to want to avoid the topic, but the more he tried to cover it up, the more Lucy keenly sensed that something was wrong.
"It's nothing, you're a little abnormal today. Ah, Kyle, your hand!" Lucy was extremely surprised, and she held Kyle's big hand tightly. Only then did she realize that his hand was a little cold, far from the warmth of a heater before.
"Kyle, you're hiding this from me, what on earth happened?"
At Lucy's anxious questioning, Kyle sighed slightly, took a deep breath as prepared, turned around, and faced Lucy.
"Your hair..." Lucy's beautiful eyes widened, and her whole body trembled at the incredible scene. She reached out to touch Kyle's temples, where his golden hair had turned silver-white.
Yes. The hair on her temples, which was originally dazzling and bright as if it was brightened by the sun, naturally turned silver-white, as if the vitality of her youth had faded.
"Lucy, come to the couch and I'll tell you everything," Kyle said calmly.
When he woke up in the morning and found that his hair had turned silver, he knew that he could no longer hide it from the members of the Karl family, especially Lucy.
Although the camouflage effect of the venom can still be used to cover up the past, the physical condition is getting worse and worse, and there is no need to do so now.
It's time to tell Carl's family about his genetic mutation and his plans to leave the earth soon.
Kyle wiped the tears from Lucy's eyes, hugged the girl's trembling body, and held her in his arms as he sat on the long sofa in the conference room.
"This matter begins with Risan Tokyo..."
Kyle no longer concealed anything and told Lucy everything about his genetic mutation and his corresponding future plans.
"Gene mutations directly endanger life. I have about six months left to survive. However, I don't have much time left to stay on Earth. I estimate that in a month, I will... leave Earth and head for space!"
After Kyle finished speaking, Lucy in his arms was already crying, tears falling like pearls, wetting her clothes.
"Why did you hide such an important thing from us?" Lucy sobbed angrily, her chest heaving rapidly.
"Because I don't want you to know that the seemingly omnipotent head of the family has become a terminally ill genetic patient." Kyle said with a smile.
Some time ago, once his critical health condition was made public, it was estimated that the Karl family would not be able to get back on track so quickly.
Paying too much attention to gains and losses is a habit that Kyle cannot change.
Lucy wiped the tears from her face, stared at Kyle with red eyes, and asked urgently: "If you leave the earth and go to the universe, are you sure you can find a way to heal yourself?"
"It's hard to say. The universe is too big and there are too many dangers. This road may be a life-or-death journey."
Kyle expressed his concerns with a wry smile, clenched his fists, and said with determination in his eyes: "I am very afraid of death, so I will fight to the last moment and will never die so easily!"
Lu Xi burst into laughter, thought for a moment, and then asked, "If you are alive and have recovered, how long will it take for you to come back?"
"I don't know. Maybe ten years, fifty years, or even a hundred years."