Chapter 32: Dinner at Osborn Manor

Nighttime.

Osborn Manor.

Peter, Aunt May, and Uncle Ben got out of the car, gazing at the luxurious mansion before them.

All three of them were dressed in evening attire, with Uncle Ben even wearing his black formal suit.

"I thought you two weren't interested in these kinds of social events," Peter said, closing the car door and addressing Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

That morning, he had informed them about Norman Osborn inviting him over, mentioning that his original intention was not to get involved with such an antagonistic character.

Although he had informed Uncle Ben and Aunt May, he had expected them not to be interested in the invitation.

"You've made a friend, Peter, and it's your friend's family inviting us. We can't refuse," Aunt May said with a smile.

"It won't affect the relationship between Harry and me," Peter said, taking the wine Uncle Ben had prepared from the car and addressing Aunt May. "Aunt May, you both have your own lifestyle and preferences. I don't want you to change because of me."

Although he hadn't been with Uncle Ben and Aunt May for long, he wasn't heartless. He could feel their genuine care for him, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"No, you're wrong, Peter," Uncle Ben blinked at him and said, "We accepted the invitation because I think Harry is a good kid."

As they chatted, they entered the mansion.

After receiving Peter's call, Harry came out to greet them and ushered them inside.

In the living room, Norman Osborn, who had been waiting there, greeted them, and after a few pleasantries, dinner began.

"Harry told me that he and Peter are like brothers, and I'm glad he has a friend like you," Norman said with a faint smile on his face, not the domineering figure seen on television, but rather someone easy to get along with.

"Peter, if you need anything, feel free to reach out to me. Whatever I can do, I'll try to help you," he added.

"Cough."

Seated next to Norman, Harry pretended to be displeased. "Dad, I'm your real son."

Norman responded in a very accommodating manner, "Hmm, but Harry, you don't seem to need much help. You always say you can handle things on your own."

"Maybe I'm capable in some areas, yet to be discovered, but it's not too important. However, I know Peter will excel in the field of science in the future," Harry said, looking at Peter.

Hearing Harry's words, Norman turned his appreciative gaze towards Peter and said, "That's great. Besides being a businessman, I'm also a scientist. We can discuss together."

"Yes, I've read your papers on the application of nanotechnology and new chemicals in the human body," Peter replied, as both Aunt May and Uncle Ben turned their gazes towards him. To avoid revealing too much, Peter could only respond casually.

These were memories left over from his previous life. Since crossing over to this world, his scientific knowledge was meager.

"Peter, maybe you can intern at Osborn Industries in the future," Norman said, putting down his knife and fork and making a promise.

"Thank you, I'll consider it," Peter responded, facing the intense gaze of the other party.

"Buzz!"

As they were talking, a faint electronic sound echoed in the room.

A humanoid robot covered in organic plastic casing approached them, carrying a tray.

The robot, about two meters tall, had a smooth gray body and moved without any hesitation.

"Osborn Industries' developed robot, how about it? Looks cool, right?" Harry stood up, took the tray from the robot's hand, and proudly showed it to Peter.

Seeing the robot in front of him, Peter fell into silence.

Does Osborn Industries plan to compete with Stark Industries?

Researching mechas?

Can this kind of robot withstand a few shots from the future Iron Man?

"Why is Osborn Industries researching robots when they're mainly focused on chemistry and biology?" Peter asked Harry.

"In fact," Norman Osborn stood up and operated on his phone, and the robot turned around and left.

He explained to Peter, "This is just a household robot, without any intelligence. It's more like an appliance with a shell, similar to products like vacuum robots."

As he spoke, he looked at Harry, "I've told you, Harry, to mind your manners during dinner."

Harry, knowing his father was displeased with his unilateral demonstration of the robot, shrugged, "Sorry, I won't do it next time."

After the episode with the robot, dinner continued.

Two hours later, dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere, and the Parker family left.

Standing by the French windows in the room, Norman Osborn watched Uncle Ben's car disappear from the manor's gates, his expression turning serious.

The next day, early morning.

Osborn Industries.

Outside the laboratory, there was a loud commotion.

"It's you, it's all because of you! You made me bring the magnetic levitation system to Osborn!"

The bald white man angrily accused a scientist wearing a lab coat.

"I arranged for you to meet Norman Osborn, he carefully studied it, then stole my idea and shut me out."

The bald man grabbed the scientist's clothes angrily, lifting him up.

"I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, Doctor."

Norman Osborn suddenly appeared in the corridor, followed by several sturdy bodyguards.

His face was cold as he addressed the scientist being held, "Osborn Enterprises doesn't need apologies."

Seeing Osborn coming out, the bald man immediately turned his anger towards him, "No need for apologies? Osborn, you stole my technology!"

Norman walked towards him, his expression no longer as mild as the night before, "Your words are dangerous, Mr. Toomes, both dangerous and intolerable."

"What?"

"You've been researching in this field for years, yet you've achieved nothing. You had no research achievements when you were young. Who would believe that you, in your old age, would invent a levitation system?"

Staring at Norman's face, Toomes gritted his teeth, "You're a downright bastard!"

"I may be a bastard, but I also funded you. Without Osborn, you wouldn't have been able to research this flying system, so Osborn rightfully deserves the credit for your claimed achievement."

Tumms grabbed Norman's clothes, yelling, "Fine, you think I'll just let it go?"

"In fact, you pose no threat to me."

Norman waved his hand, and a few bodyguards came over, prying Toomes' hands off him.

"Take Mr. Toomes out."

Norman instructed his subordinates.

The bodyguards quickly escorted the resentful Toomes out of Osborn Industries.

Watching Toomes leave, Norman straightened his somewhat wrinkled clothes, his expression serious as he walked towards the laboratory.