Chapter 40: Jewelry Exhibition and Accident

In the days that followed, Maverick's life remained uneventful, characterized by the usual routine of attending classes, conducting research, and then returning home. At this stage, his goal was to produce results as soon as possible, allowing his company to grow rapidly.

Every few days, he would visit the pizza shop to check on its operations. This place carried the memories of half a lifetime in Old York, and he was determined to continue running the pizza shop well.

Occasionally, when he encountered people in need of help, he would lend a hand. After all, standing up for what's right was ingrained in him, and he happened to have the ability to intervene.

Soon, the weekend arrived. Maverick woke up, freshened up quickly, had breakfast, and returned to his bedroom to pick out clothes.

Today was the day he and Felicia had agreed to go to the jewelry exhibition. Formal attire was a must for such an occasion, hence the need to choose his clothes carefully.

After dressing up and styling his hair, Maverick checked the time on his watch and then took out the trash before leaving the house.

As he disposed of the garbage in the outdoor bin, Felicia arrived in her silver Porsche.

*Honk honk!*

With the sound of the horn, the window of the car rolled down slowly, revealing Felicia's charming face.

"Ready to go?" Felicia smiled at Maverick. "I never realized you looked so elegant in a suit before."

Enhanced by the suit, Maverick's already tall figure appeared even more striking. His entire demeanor, like his neatly arranged hairstyle, exuded maturity, a blend of elegance and restraint.

Maverick opened the car door and joked, "The last time I wore a suit was at my high school graduation dance, and I only stayed for five minutes. It's strange you didn't notice it earlier."

"Oh, by the way, you look beautiful too," Maverick complimented Felicia.

Felicia, also dressed up for the occasion, had platinum-blonde hair cascading smoothly over her fair and straight shoulders. A string of pearl necklace adorned her neck, accentuating her well-proportioned collarbones.

Her black long dress hugged her shapely figure, and to facilitate driving, she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her thicc thigh (boii)

Upon hearing Maverick's praise, Felicia chuckled softly and teased, "Your compliments are so thin. Otherwise, I might be even happier."

With that, she handed Maverick a pair of high heels and winked, saying, "As punishment for your perfunctory compliment, please take care of these for me. I'm not comfortable driving in them."

Maverick, somewhat bewildered, took the high heels. Before he could say anything else, Felicia stepped on the gas pedal.

As the engine roared to life, Maverick felt a powerful thrust pushing him back, while the scenery on both sides quickly receded.

Their car, like a silver bullet, raced swiftly down the street. Under Felicia's fast driving, they arrived at the exhibition venue in Queens in less than fifteen minutes. This speed was not just fast—it was downright astonishing.

During this thrilling ride, Felicia and Venom both seemed exhilarated, while Maverick kept an eye on the road and observed Felicia's skilled maneuvers.

It was evident that Felicia's driving skills were impressive. Her reaction time was quick, and she had excellent control over the vehicle.

Although Felicia had mentioned her love for fast driving when Maverick had driven her home last time, actually experiencing it beside her still surprised him.

After all, this was quite different from the elegant yet lively Felicia he had known before.

Observing Felicia, who was now gracefully greeting the guests at the venue while holding his arm, Maverick updated his perception of her in his mind.

Perhaps noticing his gaze, Felicia turned her head and winked, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she asked, "Surprised, aren't you?"

"A bit, I didn't expect you to be so daring," Maverick nodded in agreement. "And your driving skills are indeed impressive. I never thought someone could drive like this in the traffic conditions of New York City."

"Hmm~ That's a bit more substantial praise this time. Looks like you're speaking the truth," Felicia chuckled, covering her mouth.

Maverick laughed in response, "Haha, well, the previous praise was truthful too."

They continued chatting while exploring the exhibits. This exhibition featured many exquisite jewelry pieces and accessories, not only for display but also available for purchase on-site.

After a while, as Maverick admired the jewelry, he suddenly heard a strange dripping sound coming from the ceiling. It was faint, and he seemed to be the only one who noticed it.

Just as he wondered about the sound, a sense of danger alerted him. It was the Venom's Warning.

At the same time, Venom communicated with him in his consciousness, "There's someone on the ceiling. They dropped something that's making a dripping sound, like a bomb."

"Be careful!" Maverick instinctively pulled Felicia close and quickly moved away from the area he sensed was dangerous.

The moment they left, there was a loud explosion from the ceiling, creating a large hole.

"Hehehe! Hahaha!" Strange laughter echoed from outside.

Maverick followed the sound and looked up, only to see a peculiar figure flying in through the hole in the ceiling on a strange flying device.

He wore a pointed hat cloak and pointed boots in a muddy yellow color, with long gloves of the same color. Underneath, there seemed to be a blue bodysuit, with only some parts of the arms and legs exposed.

Beneath the pointed hat cloak, he wore a mask made of a strange material and shape, resembling a Halloween mask

The sudden explosion and the appearance of this strange individual threw the entire venue into panic. People scattered in all directions, trying to flee to the edges of the venue. Some unfortunate visitors who happened to be in the middle were either killed instantly by the explosion or struck by falling debris.

Some unlucky individuals had their legs or arms pinned down by the fallen ceiling and couldn't move to the edges, so they lay helpless on the ground, groaning in pain.

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