Super Detective in the Fictional World-Chapter 2153 - 2153 Side Story: Party Experience 6

2153 Side Story: Party Experience 6

The clone calmly caught this ‘heavy bomb’ on its back and walked over. It nodded at Luke. “Thank you. My name is Chris Evans. Let’s talk when we’re free. How does that sound?”

Luke nodded with a smile. “Luke Coulson. If there’s a chance, that won’t be a problem.”

His clone took out a card from its pocket and flicked it at Luke. “This is my number. I’m going to be busy for a bit, so I won’t chat now.”

Luke caught the card nimbly and waved goodbye. “Okay, good luck.”

The clone waved back. “You too.” Then, with Max on its back, it turned around and headed east along the coastline.

After the performance, the two women grew curious. “He’s so handsome.”

“His musculature isn’t bad either.”

“Hm, he doesn’t seem any worse than Luke.”

“Luke isn’t as strong as he is. He’s a little thinner. Ah~” Elena, who had made the outrageous remark, was carried back by Luke, and the blush that had faded earlier quickly returned to her face.

But with Margaret next to them, she didn’t dare make a big fuss, and just barely maintained her expression. In the dark, she pinched Luke’s arms to prevent him from moving.

What the poor artist didn’t know was that Luke only dared to do this because he had used his mental abilities to affect his cheap sister-in-law slightly.

At that moment, Margaret was basically focused on the baker and Luke’s clone, and didn’t notice what her best friend and good friend were doing in the dark.

Of course, Luke had done it on purpose. Elena actually dared to say that he wasn’t strong? Then, he would let her experience for herself how strong he was.

Elena was becoming more and more muddle-headed, when she heard Margaret say, “That woman’s chest is so well-developed. It would be great if I could have even half of that.

“Where do you think they’re going? Don’t tell me they’re camping out, like us?

“Hey, is there more wine? I need to nurse my injured pride.”

Elena could only mutter intermittently in response. Listening to Luke dupe her sweet, silly best friend, she couldn’t help but scold him in his heart!

…

Max pressed her face to Luke’s shoulder. His strong muscles gave her a strong sense of security, and she sighed in satisfaction.

After walking 100 meters, she suddenly realized that they were walking into the ocean. She couldn’t help but find it strange. “Wait, what are you doing? Don’t tell me you want to do it in the ocean? The water is very cold.”

Luke slapped the heavy butt he was holding. “In your dreams. I’m taking you to get revenge. Be serious later; it would be best if you look like you want to kill someone.”

Max was stumped. “Revenge? Do you mean…”

Before she finished speaking, she felt herself fly over Luke’s head before she was caught and put down.

At that moment, she was in front of Luke, and there was a special-looking jet ski under her.

Before she could ask any more questions, Luke jumped onto the jet ski. He held her with one hand as he steered the jet ski with the other. “We’re already here. It would be a shame to send you home right away.”

Max was shocked. “Are you not satisfied with just me?”

Luke chuckled and started the jet ski, which headed east.

The hand that was wrapped around Max’s waist moved and switched to a more secure grip.

Max quickly admitted defeat. “Fine, I was wrong. Let go of my assets. You can do whatever you want later.”

Luke said, “…Then act like a female crime boss later. You have to be fierce.”

Max subconsciously stuck out her chest. “Like this?”

Luke said, “…Forget it. You can play the woman of a crime boss.”

Max said, “Ah, are you actually a crime boss? Forget it. It’s dangerous in New York right now. You should just be the rich hunk who’s taking care of me for the long term.”

Amused, Luke rested his chin on her head. “Relax, I’m a proper businessman.”

Max hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe his obvious bullsh*t.

What proper businessman would come looking for her at odd times in the middle of the night? Also, he often wouldn’t go to work the following day. When she asked him what he did, he said it was classified information.

No matter how she viewed it, he looked like a big bad guy who sold illegal drugs!

As for his insistence that she didn’t touch any illegal drugs, including weed, that was also in line with the typical principle of selling and not sampling the goods.

But… what could she do?

This was a man who was genuinely good to her, although he never gave her money outright… Hm, the money for her cupcakes didn’t count. That was proper business.

Helping her every now and then to make a bunch of cupcakes also didn’t count; that was reimbursement for distracting her from her work.

He repaired things in her and Caroline’s apartment one after another, bought or fixed their kitchen and homeware, and made brunch every now and then, slowly changing their drab lives.

Although life wasn’t full of sunshine and riches, like what it had been for Caroline before she went bankrupt, it was like light penetrating a dark room.

This convinced Max that her life was slowly moving toward the light.

So, even if Luke were a drug dealer who could be crippled at any time, Max accepted it.

Emm~ Besides, where else could she find such a skilled and strong man to take care of her body?

Sensing Max’s mental fluctuations, Luke didn’t say anything.

Perhaps after today, it was time for the baker to be upgraded to shop owner.

From the moment Luke met Max and Caroline, their luck had been very strange.

The two girls often ran into all sorts of inexplicable bad luck, and the money they made also ‘disappeared’ for inexplicable reasons.

Luke had even run some tests, such as letting them ‘earn’ 10,000 dollars for a period of time.

In the end, a guy who had eaten their cake suddenly got sick in the diner, and it turned out to be a bacterial infection.

That lousy diner definitely wouldn’t pass a hygiene test. In the end, the matter could only be settled privately, and the 10,000 dollars was gone, just like that.

Luke never showed his face.

That was because this was just a test; the outcome was the same in other similar situations.

For Max and Caroline, losing money was an inevitable rule of nature; it wasn’t a deliberate ploy on someone else’s part.

Luke didn’t want to try something like them making a fortune overnight; that would be too much of a test.

There was no need to make good friends fall out over money, even if the chances of that happening were very low.

Furthermore, these two women had a very normal attitude toward money. It was good to be rich, but it wasn’t a big deal if they weren’t.

Before figuring out their strange luck, he simply provided them with supplies to improve their quality of life.

This way, Max and Caroline were like celebrities whose spending was restricted: Their pockets were empty every now and then, but their quality of life wasn’t any worse than that of the middle class.

After a while, Luke came to a conclusion.

As long as they didn’t have money on their tab, they wouldn’t have bad luck.

Luke guessed that these two might have been cursed by some ‘god of poverty’ in this Marvel universe — even if there was no mention of such a ‘god’ in his galactic database.