Chapter 4 Father and Son

At the same time, in the chairman's office of the Osborne Building, Norman Osborne was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly looking at the neatly parked school buses of Midtown Middle School under the building, and the Students from Midtown Middle School lined up to enter the building.

"Sir, are you looking for the young master?" Butler Warren quietly walked into the office and asked Norman Osborne with a smile.

"Of course not." Norman Osborne raised his head and looked at the blue sky quietly: "I'm just a little tired, so I just looked at the scenery outside."

"Hahaha, since you said yes, then yes." The smiling Butler Warren noticed the half piece of cake placed on the desk.

It was yesterday evening. Young Master Harry brought him back from the dessert shop outside school. It seemed that someone was saying that he didn't like cakes yesterday.

Under Butler Warren's narrow gaze, Norman Osborne could no longer stand. He walked back to the desk and sat on a chair.

"So Warren, what's the matter with you coming here?" Norman Osborne asked Butler Warren.

"Nothing." Butler Warren said with a smile, "I just came to tell you that the young master and his friends have entered the building."

"Oh, is it just this little thing?" Norman Osborne pretended to be calm and looked at Butler Warren: "You don't need to come here to tell me about such a little thing."

"Probably." Butler Warren shrugged, looked at Norman's uncomfortable look, and bowed slightly: "Sir, I'll go out first."

"Huh -" Norman Osborne nodded. After watching Butler Warren walk out of the office, he loosened the tie around his neck and slowly looked at the half piece of cake on the desk. superior.

“A cake that makes people feel happy”

And inside the Osborne Building, Harry was holding Peter's shoulders, complaining unwillingly.

"Obviously that cake is indeed delicious, but yesterday my father said that as a member of the Osborne family, he should not take the leftovers home. This is an insult to the Osborne family, and he said that I am indeed A disgrace to the Osborne family!”

Peter smiled bitterly and patted Harry on the shoulder: "It sounds like Mr. Norman did go a bit too far."

"Let's not talk about him." Harry took a deep breath, as if he wanted to completely let out the pent-up energy in his heart. He adjusted his mood, turned to Peter and asked, "What about you? What did Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben say after you brought the cake back yesterday?

This time it was Peter's turn to grimace: "At least Aunt May and Uncle Ben were happy before I told them the price."

Peter took out a stack of dollars from his arms. Under Harry's doubtful eyes, Peter handed the money to him: "Uncle Ben said, if this cake is cheaper, they can accept it, but it's more than six hundred dollars." Harry, if you pay for the cake, that’s not how friends do it.”

"But, Peter!"

Harry originally wanted to refuse, but Peter directly interrupted what Harry wanted to say next.

"Even if you're Harry Osborn!"

"These are Uncle Ben's exact words, Harry." Peter looked at Harry and said seriously: "I think what Uncle Ben said makes sense."

"Okay." Harry was silent for a while, looking at Peter's rare serious look, and sighed deeply, knowing that no matter what he said at this time, Peter would not be able to give up his idea.

"Okay, then I'll accept the money." Harry took the money from Peter, folded them and put them in his inner pocket.

"Master Harry." Butler Warren, who was quietly observing the scene not far away, came out.

"Mr. Warren." Harry was obviously a little surprised after seeing Butler Warren: "Why are you here?"

"Because I knew that Mr. Harry was visiting the company today, I came over in advance to greet you, Mr. Harry." Butler Warren said with a smile.

"Peter." Harry put his arm on Peter's shoulder and introduced him: "This is our old butler Mr. Warren."

"Mr. Warren, this is my friend and classmate, Peter."

"Hello, Mr. Warren, I am Peter Parker, you can call me Peter." Peter looked at the old but energetic Mr. Warren in front of him and took the lead in extending his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Peter." Butler Warren smiled and held Peter's hand: "I often hear Master Harry mention you and say that you are his best friend."

"So Mr. Warren, you have seen me now, is there anything else?" Harry quickly interrupted the conversation between the two, fearing that the old butler who had served the Osborne family for three generations would be open to Peter. The joke was to say something unfavorable to oneself.

"Of course there is something." Butler Warren retracted his hand and continued to say to Harry, "Sir, I miss you very much."

"Huh?" Harry looked at Butler Warren with wide eyes: "Mr. Warren, are you sure you didn't drink on the way to the group? What about Mr. Norman who talks about Osborne's glory all day long? Maybe he misses the shame of Osborne? Or is there another gentleman you mentioned?"

After all, Harry was thrown cold water by his father yesterday. Today, Butler Warren suddenly came and told Harry that his father missed him. How could this make Harry believe what Butler Warren said.

"Mr.'s character has always been like this." Butler Warren looked at Harry who was a little angry and explained to him softly: "Although he said something harsh to you, young master, he loves you."

"Love me?" Harry sneered: "Mr. Warren, please stop joking."

"Mr., didn't you notice?" Butler Warren reminded Harry: "The cake you brought back yesterday was not in the refrigerator."

"Didn't your father throw it away?" Harry was stunned.

Butler Warren shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Even Mr. Norman, who doesn't like sweets, still brought the cake to the office and ate it today."

"So, Master Harry." Butler Warren looked at Harry who was standing there, and stretched out his hand slightly: "Are you willing to go see Mr. now?"

"But, I, I still have to accompany Peter." Harry looked at Peter a little at a loss.

"Go, Harry." Peter patted Harry's shoulder, pointed to the camera hanging around his neck, and said with a smile: "I'm just attending an exhibition at your Osborne Group. How could I get lost?"

"Okay." Harry nodded and said to Peter with a serious face: "Peter, if you encounter any problems in the group, just tell me my name or call me. I'm upstairs."

"Don't worry." Peter waved at Harry, looked at Harry's eager look, and gently pushed Harry: "You should go up with Mr. Warren."

"Then I'll go first."

After Peter's farewell, Harry followed Butler Warren to the elevator and disappeared under Peter's gaze.

As the elevator door closed, the conversation between Butler Warren and Harry became quieter and quieter.

"Master Harry."

"What's wrong?"

"Your friend is good"