Harvey was fairly satisfied with the environment of this bar.
"What can I get for you three?"
"A martini, extra olives."
After stating his order to the vest-wearing bartender, Harvey turned to look at the siblings.
"What kind of drinks do you want?"
"Uh... Mr. Ferguson, could you order for us?"
It was the siblings' first time in such a high-end establishment, and they stammered as they asked Harvey for help.
"Then we'll have two low-alcohol Blue Hawaiians, and oh, bring us a few of your signature snacks..."
Sending the waiter away, Harvey began to make small talk with the siblings to ease their nerves.
"By the way, now that you're in New York, do you have any plans or short-term goals?"
Noticing that the other patrons weren't giving their clothes weird looks, Wanda secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Hearing Harvey's question, she thought about it seriously and said with a face full of innocence:
"I plan to buy a house in New York, and then live a good life with Pietro. If we're frugal, a million dollars should be enough to last us a lifetime."
"Too naive." Harvey wagged his finger, speaking with an air of absolute authority.
"Do you know the current housing prices in New York?"
"Even in the suburbs, a two-story house costs anywhere from hundreds of thousands to over a million dollars."
"Most of the cheap houses are in remote areas. Not to mention the inconvenient transportation, the public security in those isolated neighborhoods is usually pretty terrible..."
After hearing Harvey's explanation, Wanda was a bit dumbfounded.
"My God, houses in New York are that expensive? Are we going to have to rent an apartment then?"
At that moment, the waiter walked over with a tray of drinks.
Harvey picked up his glass, downing the amber liquid in one gulp, while offering his guidance:
"I have many vacant properties in New York. I bought them as idle investments a while ago."
"I can let you live in a nice, spacious flat right in the center of New York for free."
Hearing this, Wanda started to feel a bit suspicious.
Would he really be that kind?
"There won't be any strings attached, will there?"
Harvey shook his head. "No strings attached. Just treat it as a bonus from our previous deal. A single property is nothing to me anyway."
Hearing that there was a freebie to be had, Pietro, figuring he'd be a fool to refuse, quickly spoke up to thank him and lock the offer down.
"Thank you for your generous gift, Mr. Ferguson. If we ever get the chance, we will definitely repay you."
"No need." Harvey gave Wanda a deeply meaningful look.
He added in his mind: "No need to wait for the future. You'll have the chance to repay me very soon."
Once the glasses were placed in front of the siblings.
Harvey raised his empty glass, offering a toast to the air.
The siblings tactfully picked up their glasses as well.
Pietro wanted to mimic Harvey's bold posture and downed it in one gulp, but ended up choking and coughing incessantly.
"Sorry, compared to the Tiffany beer I used to drink, this liquor seems a bit too strong."
Pietro was referring to a cheap beer produced in Sokovia. Relying on his super speed, he used to frequently steal it from small convenience stores.
Seeing that even her brother couldn't handle the drink, Wanda merely raised her glass and took a tiny sip.
But the pungent alcohol fumes still made her choke.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."
A drunken flush quickly spread across Wanda's delicate oval face, and her lively deep blue eyes looked quite embarrassed.
She gently tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, using the meaningless gesture to hide her awkwardness.
Seeing Wanda's tipsy, beautiful demeanor, Harvey smiled and continued to urge them to drink:
"Come on, have another glass. Today is the beginning of a beautiful new life for you two. How can we not celebrate?"
"Don't worry, I've booked rooms at the hotel. Even if you get drunk, the worst that happens is you sleep it off for the night."
Harvey's voice carried a strong, seductive persuasiveness.
This was because he had secretly altered some properties of the Confundus Charm.
Wanda seemed to feel that Harvey's words made a lot of sense.
"Today really is a day worth celebrating, so let's drink a little more..."
The pianist's slender fingers danced nimbly across the keys, and the cheerful, melodious tune echoed across the open-air bar.
Harvey and the siblings talked and laughed. Before they knew it, Pietro was blackout drunk, sprawled over the table snoring heavily.
Wanda, too, was long past her limit, struggling to prop up her head so she wouldn't collapse onto the table.
"It's getting late. I'll come pick you up tomorrow to take you to your new home. Go back to your hotel rooms and get some early rest."
Seeing the time was ripe, Harvey, the master of undressing, suggested ending the drinking session.
By now, Wanda's cheeks displayed a rosy, drunken flush. She murmured a dazed "Mhmm," her vision splitting into multiple blurred afterimages.
Her consciousness ultimately faded at the moment Harvey supported her into the hotel room...
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The next day.
The Presidential Suite of the Waldorf Hotel.
In the luxurious, spacious bedroom, shredded pieces of her torn, old clothing were scattered carelessly across the pristine white floor.
The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling freely over Wanda's beautiful face, which still bore the faint, dried tracks of tears.
Wanda slowly opened her eyes. The hangover headache, combined with the sore, tingling numbness radiating through her entire body from being fucked so thoroughly, made her involuntarily let out a soft, breathy moan.
"Mnn... what happened?"
When she turned her head, she saw a handsome man half-covered by the blanket. It was that familiar, chiseled face, his brows slightly furrowed as if he were having a nightmare.
His restless, warm hand was still resting heavily against her bare breast.
"Ah—!"
Wanda screamed in panic.
Having tossed and fucked all night long, Harvey, severely depleted of stamina, struggled to open his sleep-heavy eyes.
"Stop screaming so early in the morning. From now on, you're my girlfriend. Be obedient and be quiet!"
Harvey's commanding tone made Wanda subconsciously stop screaming.
"You... you..."
What's done was done. Looking at Harvey, whose eyes had closed again, Wanda asked tentatively.
"Will you be good to me for the rest of my life?"
But Harvey seemed to have fallen dead asleep again, completely unresponsive.
Wanda didn't dare forcibly wake Harvey up; she was terrified of the wizard's mysterious magic.
She could only lie in bed, feeling her sore, tender body that felt as if it had been ruthlessly run over by a steamroller, staring at the ceiling and letting her mind run wild.
"A wizard of such mysterious origins was probably just playing around and fucking me. He won't take responsibility for me at all..."
"I shouldn't have drank so much last night..."
"When he wakes up, maybe I should ask him for more money as compensation..."
"I can't just let myself be taken advantage of and deflowered without getting anything in return..."
"But will he think I'm too greedy?"
"Or should I agree to be his girlfriend?"
"But... his tone sounded like he was joking. What if he regrets it and changes his mind..."
"Damn it, damn it, damn it... it's so hard to choose~"
By noon.
Harvey, finally fully rested, rolled out of bed. After a quick wash, remembering that the Battle of New York was imminent, he casually told Wanda not to run around for the next few days.
Then, he hurriedly opened a portal and left.