Fame and Getting in the Car

"Okay, I’ll keep a close eye on news from around the world."

"When they show up, I’ll go take a look."

Tony was completely at ease after hearing that.

He did not ask Harvey where exactly they would appear when the time came.

As long as aliens appeared and were confirmed to be enemies, he absolutely would not show mercy.

"…"

Harvey fell into thought when he heard Tony say he would closely monitor news from all over.

Thor, temporarily stripped of Thor Power, could not threaten Earth. Even if Thor still had Thor Power, he would not harm Earth, so Tony probably would not see him as an opponent.

At most, Tony would go after Loki, so Harvey could not be bothered to say anything.

Knowing that the lingering trouble would not threaten their lives, both Tony and Pepper relaxed.

Pepper then joined them at the table, and the three ate together, chatting and laughing.

After lunch, Harvey went home. Rather than stay and watch Tony and Pepper being lovey-dovey, he might as well drive around and pick up girls.

Harvey only remembered that 2011 was the year Captain America woke up and Thor arrived.

As for the exact month, Harvey honestly had no idea.

Still, it would be within the next few months at most. He only had to wait for the show to begin.

Harvey drove his luxury car along the streets, taking in the sights. Yet even during the New Year holiday—

New York, America, was still a place where the locals were so "friendly" that there would be incidents of Black people shopping for free, or gunfights.

However, anyone who had been around New York for a while and was not a newcomer knew to steer clear when they saw Harvey’s luxury car and license plate.

They might be quick-tempered and prone to fighting, even willing to battle for their dignity, but they would not throw away their lives over it.

Before Harvey got to know Tony Stark, New York’s wealthy elite, he had often driven around all over the place.

Nothing dangerous had happened to him in all those years, so he clearly was not someone to be trifled with.

Not to mention that this young wealthy man, Harvey, was very close with Tony Stark, the former arms tycoon and head of Stark Industries, and frequently came and went from Stark Mansion.

That had long since spread through every street and alley in New York.

Even if Tony Stark had switched to energy, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.

Leaving aside Tony Stark’s identity and abilities as Iron Man, hailed by countless people as a hero, who in New York did not know about Tony Stark’s connections with the military?

What small-time thug who had survived for several years was not shrewd? Throwing their weight around in front of ordinary people was one thing, but they would never even think of touching some of New York’s big shots.

When New York’s underground forces and gangs learned that the wealthy Harvey was out driving again after a year, they all reined themselves in a little to avoid any accidental misfires.

Forget killing Harvey—if they so much as scratched his car and could not afford to pay for it, they would have to pay with their lives.

As for New York’s socialites and circles of young women, upon hearing that Harvey was driving around town, they all dressed up carefully and headed out into the streets.

Harvey’s net worth had already surpassed eight billion dollars.

He could lie back and collect several billion in dividends a year. That was no longer merely being young and accomplished; he was a true success.

Harvey was still unmarried, exceptionally handsome, and if they took the initiative to offer themselves to him, they would not be branded mistresses.

Naturally, Harvey had become a coveted prize in the eyes of countless beautiful women in New York.

As for Harvey being Asian, that was not a problem at all. As long as you had money and were generous, being Asian was no issue—being Black would not be a problem either.

Harvey had only come out for a drive to see whether he could find any beautiful women, but he discovered that on this January 1st, when many people in America had not returned to work—

There were an awful lot of beautiful women on the streets, all dressed to the nines and casting flirtatious looks at him.

Harvey was not interested in the slightest.

Harvey did not object to makeup. Applied appropriately, it could help women show off an even more beautiful side of themselves.

But he could only accept naturally beautiful women whose original looks were still recognizable after makeup.

As for those who looked like entirely different women before and after putting on makeup, that was no longer makeup—it was renovation.

Harvey was also very particular about cleanliness. No matter how beautiful a woman was said to be, if countless people had sampled her lips, she would never pass his standards.

Harvey preferred clean, naturally beautiful women.

In America, finding a naturally beautiful woman who was already an adult yet still a virgin was almost impossible.

He was only after sex, not feelings, so he did not demand that she be a virgin. But a woman could not be too experienced either.

For those reasons, Harvey was extremely picky when it came to choosing beautiful women.

But any woman he chose was absolutely a one-in-ten-thousand beauty.

Harvey was not like Tony, New York’s famous stud, who would sleep with any woman he found pleasing.

He had plenty of time, so he was in no hurry as he drove his convertible sports car around New York.

As night fell, Harvey continued circling around, occasionally pulling over by the roadside and waiting for beautiful women to approach him.

Just when Harvey thought he had gotten nothing and was preparing to go home—

A tall, beautiful brown-haired woman with a cool, aloof bearing looked around in the distance. The moment she spotted his car, her eyes lit up.

She immediately jogged over and hurried to Harvey’s car.

The woman was not dressed provocatively. Instead, she was somewhat plainly dressed in a black short-skirted business outfit that still showed off her curvy, alluring figure.

"Are you Harvey Anberaka, the famous young wealthy man of New York?"

The woman looked at Harvey, hesitated for a moment, then asked.

Harvey looked up at her and found that she was fairly beautiful. Her source of life was intact as well, meaning she was still a virgin.

"I am, but you’re not my type. I advise you not to get any ideas and just go home."

Unfortunately, he could tell that this woman had deliberately put on makeup to make herself look more mature and sexy, and even her clothes might have been borrowed. So Harvey directly told her to leave.

"I heard that if I sleep with you, I can get a lot of money?"

"I desperately need money right now, so please give me a chance."

"Please take another look and see whether I fit your tastes."

Once the woman confirmed that the handsome man really was Harvey, she lightly bit her red lip. Her voice carried a hint of pleading.

"I’ve heard the excuse that you desperately need money so often my ears are getting callused."

"If you need money, you can earn it, borrow it, or find a wealthy man you think you can tolerate and let him keep you."

"Though you’re not my type, with your looks and youth, I’m sure there are plenty of men willing to keep you."

Seeing the young woman’s pitiful appearance, Harvey had no idea whether it was genuine or an act, but he spoke anyway.

He had plenty of money. If he found someone who suited his tastes, he truly would be willing to give her a great deal of money after one night and cleanly cut ties.

But the prerequisite for him giving money was that he wanted to do so.

As for trying to use strange excuses or moral coercion to make him pay up, that was impossible.

"Please, I need to gather one hundred thousand dollars within three days to save a life."

"But the banks are closed for the holidays. Even if I wanted to mortgage my house for money, I can’t."

"I can find other men to keep me and raise those one hundred thousand dollars."

"But I asked around about some of New York’s wealthy men."

"I can’t be sure whether they would truly cut contact with me after our agreed time was over."

"I don’t want to ruin the rest of my life for one hundred thousand dollars."

"I heard that you keep your word, and that after spending a night with you, you would voluntarily give over a million dollars to sever all ties."

"I don’t need that much. As long as you are willing to give me one hundred thousand dollars, that will be enough."

"As long as you’re willing to give it to me so I can make the payment, forget one day—even a month would be fine."

"As long as you do not come looking for me afterward, I can guarantee that I will never bother you again either. Please."

Hearing Harvey’s words, the young woman reached out and grabbed the hand he had resting on the car window. Her eyes and voice were full of pleading.

"Get in."

Harvey heard her words, saw that she was so anxious she was crying, considered it for a moment, then spoke.

The woman immediately got into the car obediently.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

After getting into the car, the woman thanked him repeatedly.

She had come to try her luck only because she had learned that Harvey Anberaka was a young wealthy man who would voluntarily cut ties after a night together, so she would not have to worry about him bringing her troubles she could not resolve later.

That was why she had come with hope, wishing to raise the life-saving money without ruining the rest of her life.

Chapter 3 delivered.