[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-191":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: The Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1085866,1417,"Chapter 191 Mona","marvel-the-villain-chapter-191",191,"\u003Cp>Franklin and A-Train stepped out of the airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrivals hall was a zoo, packed with people holding up signs. They scanned the crowd and immediately spotted a gaudy, gold-leaf sign so bright it was blinding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On it: \"Mr. Clinton.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh. What a tacky piece of shit,every tourist who walked by thought.This \"Mr. Clinton\" must be some no-taste, new-money asshole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin walked up, sliding off his massive shades. \"Hey, girl! Hard to miss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"girl\" holding the sign was a dime. Blonde, stacked, and dressed to kill—total top-tier, street-style hot. She looked up and saw two guys. Gold chains, gold watches, ball caps, hoodies, another pair of shades hanging off the collar... straight-up, ghetto-fabulous thugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She frowned, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Facebook, \"Mr. Clinton\" had sounded loaded. Like, suits and shiny shoes loaded. This motherfucker looked like he was straight off the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t buy it?\" Franklin whipped out his passport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took it, checked the name—Larry Clinton—and her doubts vanished.Holy shit. Guess real-deal billionaires don’t dress like I thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She handed it back, embarrassed. \"Mr. Clinton, my apologies. This way, please.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin pocketed the passport, following her. \"You’re Helen, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen nodded, smiling. \"Helen Daisy. I’m from LA, but I’m studying at the École Normale Supérieure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dope, dope. Good school,\" Franklin said, pretending he had a clue what that was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their small talk was so awkward, A-Train was rolling his eyes.Franks’ game is weak as fuck. No wonder he’s always at the titty bar. Those bitches don’t need game, just cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They got to the garage, where a black Mercedes was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here’s the rental, Mr. Clinton. Are you driving, or am I?\" Helen asked, holding up the keys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin was way past being impressed by a Mercedes. \"You drive. Just get us to the hotel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They threw their bags in and slid into the back. The car pulled out, and the city rolled by—gleaming skyscrapers next to old Gothic buildings, a beautiful view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked at each other and grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paris. The city of... whatever. They were here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.........\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, they pulled up to the Four Seasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin didn’t book this; Helen did. His only instruction was: \"I don’t care about the price. Get the most expensive things you can find.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was it. Top-tier luxury, right on the Seine, with insane views. It was a quick nut-shot away from the shopping on the Champs-Élysées and just a couple of klicks from the Eiffel Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dump was steep. Shitty rooms started at two grand a night in the off-season. Suites were three grand and up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A doorman in a penguin suit opened the door. They tossed him the keys and bags and walked into the lobby. Smelled like flowers and old money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen went to handle the check-in while Franklin and A-Train crashed in the lounge. A waiter in a tux brought over fresh fruit and those little colorful cookie-things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A-Train threw his feet up on the table, housing the food like a total ghetto-rich asshole, which got him plenty of stares from the hot women nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You couldn’t really blame him. Six months ago, he was poor. Old habits die hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo, Franks, check that shit,\" A-Train laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin, having been with Jason the longest, had at least some class. He looked. The front desk was crawling with hot blondes hanging off rich-as-fuck grandpas, all white hair and fat wallets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin had seen it a million times. Who gives a shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, Helen hustled back, looking pissed. \"Mr. Clinton... I’m so sorry. The presidential suite... they gave it away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin’s brow furrowed. \"Gave it... away? What does that mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen looked flustered. \"I had it reserved, but the front desk just told me some ’very important guest’ is checking in, so......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So they gave my room to some other asshole,\" Franklin finished, his voice flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing he was pissed, Helen added quickly, \"Mr. Clinton, they’re... offering two complimentary breakfast vouchers. A $200 value.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin just stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boss was the richest motherfucker on the planet. He himself was worth a billion. He gives a flying fuck about $200 worth of eggs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you’re not satisfied,\" Helen said, \"We can go to another hotel. There are plenty of...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin just sighed and waved his hand. \"Fuck it. Whatever. Just get us other suites.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen looked relieved and ran back to the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Franks,\" A-Train leaned in, pissed, \"It’s not just the staff. These motherfuckers ain’t got a clue.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the hotel staff or the other guests, the way they looked at them... it was pure disdain. A-Train, always sensitive about the race card, had clocked it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah.\" Franklin’s face darkened. \"I’m seeing it too. Before we check out, we’re gonna leave ’em a nice ’tip.’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuckin’ A.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In two sentences, the two of them just sentenced the Four Seasons to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They got their keys and were led up to the suites. Their bags and the car keys were brought up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen flashed a dazzling smile. \"Mr. Clinton, do you need to rest? If not, I can take you to the Champs-Élysées for some shopping.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin sat on the couch and shook his head. \"Fuck shopping. We can do that later. We’re in Paris. Time to see the ’sights.’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen looked surprised.These two don’t exactly scream ’art lovers.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She recovered. \"Okay! The Louvre this morning, Notre Dame this afternoon, and the Eiffel Tower tonight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin grinned. \"That’s the one. Perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.........\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a quick break, they drove to the Louvre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Louvre. One of the \"Big Four\" museums. Built in 1204, used to be a palace for 50 kings, turned into a museum in 1793. It held over 400,000 pieces of art, most of it stolen from other countries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They parked and walked to the main plaza. There was the famous glass pyramid, designed by I. M. Pei. A must-see photo-op for every goddamn tourist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They took a few stupid pictures and then got in line for tickets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Helen started her guide-spiel, rambling about history and where all the stolen things came from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even thirty minutes in, A-Train was dying of boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered, \"Yo, Franks... you gettin’ any of this shit? I’m about to pass out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin rubbed his eyes. \"Same, bro. I don’t get it. What’s the big deal about a bunch of old statues and paintings?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A-Train scoffed. \"Right? Look at all these naked motherfuckers. The statues ain’t even that good. A good sex doll looks more realistic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They kept their voices down. This place was full of art-snobs who would probably have a heart attack if they heard them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen, clueless, kept talking. \"The Louvre has so much, but it’s most famous for its ’Big Three’ treasures!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Treasures.That got their attention. \"What three?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Venus de Milo,\" Helen said, \"The Winged Victory of Samothrace, and... the Mona Lisa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked at each other. Holy shit. Even they’d heard of that one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo, Helen! Leave the others, take us to the Mona Lisa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay! Right this way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, they were standing in front of the priceless painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared for a long time. Finally, Franklin asked, \"Yo, is that the real one?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s supposed to be,\" Helen said. \"There are a lot of rumors about fakes and copies, but honestly, only the museum knows for sure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin pressed, \"So... how much is this worth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was the famousMona Lisa, Franklin couldn’t appreciate the art. A price tag, however... that was a language he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen laughed. \"The insurance value is, like, $830 million. But unless the French government goes completely broke and insane, they’d never sell this thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"$830 million? That’s it?\" Franklin muttered, unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck it. I’ll just grab it on the way out. Take it back to the boss. Be a nice ’welcome’ present for the new kids. Imagine hanging the real-deal fuckingMona Lisain your living room. Now that’s some boss-level shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can read advance Chapters and view R-18 images of the characters on pat reon page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pat reon.com\u002FGreenBlue17\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>500 power stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top 50. All time.\u003C\u002Fp>",1357,"2026-06-03T10:55:04.460Z","2026-06-03T10:55:13.643Z",1,"novelbin.me","fadfff03f06ae64c0b2ef1e53a72cb1d7ad00e20b4798cf5b3e99ebafd352675","marvel-the-villain-chapter-145","marvel-the-villain-chapter-144",310,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-the-villain-cover.jpg"]