The Three Giants Mentor Group

She looked at the document and felt like she had heard the biggest joke of her life.

"Me?" She pointed to her own nose, her voice distorted with absurdity. "Acting CEO? Ashley, have you lost your mind? Last year I was in Hell's Kitchen catching a cheating husband for two hundred dollars, and now you want me to manage a company worth tens of billions?"

Ashley calmly pulled out a tissue and wiped the wine stains off her clothes, her face expressionless. "It wasn't me who asked you to interfere, it was him. This is his order! It's in black and white! Look carefully!"

"I don't care!" Jessica pushed the documents back. "I can't do this! I can't even understand an Excel spreadsheet! I'm going back to my apartment to sleep!"

"You can refuse," Ashley said coldly, "but do you want to watch his hard work go to waste? Do you want to see S.H.I.E.L.D. or the military take advantage of the situation, take over Vought, and kidnap those kids who believed in Homelander and came to compete with dreams to experiment on?"

Jessica fell silent.

She remembered the last words Wu Yanzu shouted from the pillar of light on the Rainbow Bridge.

"Keep an eye on the house for me!!"

"...Fuck it." Jessica closed her eyes in anguish and downed the rest of her whiskey in one gulp. "I hate this so-called sense of responsibility."

She grabbed the document and signed her name on it without even looking at it.

The pen tip almost tore through the paper.

"A wise choice, ma'am." Ashley immediately flashed a professional smile. "So, shall we issue your first resolution?"

"First item..." Jessica pointed to a photo of a woman in a white bodysuit on the airplane display screen. It was her promotional photo, with the words "QUEEN JONES" written below.

"Change this damn name."

"I'm not called Queen Jones. That sounds like a washed-up drag queen."

"So what would you like to be called?" Ashley asked.

Jessica gazed at the amber liquid in her glass, recalling the glittering neon lights she'd occasionally seen when she was feeling down in the gutter of Hell's Kitchen. In this world full of lies and pretense, she wanted to do something precious, however small.

"treasure."

Jessica uttered the word.

"Treasure Heroine".

"It sounds like I'm selling jewelry, but at least... this is my own choice," Jessica said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"Treasure Woman..." Ashley's eyes lit up. "Although it's a bit retro, it's very approachable! We can redesign her image and go for a more relatable approach!" She quickly opened her laptop and sent out emails one after another. "I'll notify the PR department to update all online materials within an hour. The PR message will be: The Queen is not only a ruler, but also a precious protector."

"I mean no offense to Mr. Starr, but his taste in names is truly appalling!"

"Right, you think so too?" The two women smiled at each other, as if friendship had been born at that moment.

……

Meanwhile, Wu Yanzu was lying on the luxurious bed in his Asgardian guest room, tossing golden apples around while contemplating life.

Suddenly, a series of crisp notification sounds rang in my mind.

System notification: Changes detected in the team member information of the "Super Seven"!

"Member 'Queen Jones' has been renamed—'Treasure Woman'!"

Wu Yanzu's hand, which was catching the apple, froze in mid-air before the golden apple slammed onto his forehead with a "thud."

"...What the hell?"

He stared at the effeminate new name on the system panel, feeling as if his aesthetic sense had been attacked tenfold.

"Treasure Heroine??"

"That name sounds like something outdated from an 80s girl group dancing under a disco ball!"

"Jessica Jones, you tasteless woman! The name 'Queen' that I gave you was so powerful! And you changed it to this cheap, effeminate name? Are you trying to sell Barbie dolls?!"

Wu Yanzu got up and paced back and forth in the guest room, his teeth itching with anger.

"When I get back... I'm going to pin you down on my lap and spank you hard until you change your ways!"

……

New York, President Walter's office.

Jessica sat behind the enormous desk that had once belonged to Wu Yanzu, feeling extremely uncomfortable. The chair was too big, the leather too soft, giving her the illusion that she might sink into it at any moment.

"Ashley," Jessica rubbed her temples, "what's the most important thing right now?"

Ashley stood in front of the table with a stack of documents, speaking rapidly: "Three things! First, appease the board. I've already arranged a video conference. You just need to show your face and keep that 'I want to kill someone' look on your face. They'll buy it."

"Secondly, the media is all saying the same thing: 'Homelanders are carrying out a top-secret space mission involving national security,' and President Ellis has already tweeted about it from the White House."

"Third..." Ashley paused, looking troubled, "...the most difficult one...the reality show 'Who's Next Superhero?'"

"What's wrong with reality shows? Keep airing them!"

"It's not that simple," Ashley sighed. "The show's core selling point is Homelander. He's the mentor, the judge, and the absolute core of its viewership. Now that he's gone, sponsors are watching, and ratings are predicted to plummet. Many of the contestants who made it into the top 100... are troublemakers. Without Homelander to keep things in check, I'm afraid things will go wrong."

Jessica frowned: "Then let me go? Am I the Treasure Woman, or the acting CEO?"

"Excuse my bluntness, Jessica..." Ashley said cautiously, "Your star power... isn't enough. You're a great fighter, but you can't command the stage. We need a heavyweight guest, someone who can fill the void left by Homelander."

"Heavyweight?" Jessica sneered. "Like who? Hulk? Someone who could smash up the studio?"

"No." Ashley pulled up a photo and projected it onto the wall. "We don't need monsters, we need... legends."

Photos of two people appeared on the screen.

One of them held a red, white, and blue shield, his gaze resolute.

A cynical man dressed in gold and red armor.

"Captain America, Steve Rogers. Iron Man, Tony Stark." Ashley's eyes gleamed with calculation. "If it's them, plus you, this 'Big Three Mentors' will definitely boost the ratings!"

"You're crazy." Jessica leaned back in her chair. "They're the Avengers. Tony Stark would buy Vought's headquarters and turn it into a public restroom. Steve is easy to talk to, but he's tired of this show."

“That’s why we need you… You’re the most trusted person in the Homelander family, and the only one who can speak to them. And…” Ashley pointed to the desk in front of Jessica. “You’re the one in charge now. You need to learn… to trade resources for resources.”

Jessica stared at the two photos for a long time.

"...Prepare the car."