Buzz. Buzz.

Luke’s phone vibrated just as he was walking off campus.

When he checked it, he found a text from Scarlett: ’I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me.’ I’m just glad you’re okay and out of the clinic. How much have you actually recovered? Can you still practice?

Luke replied: In a hurry to handle something right now. We can talk later.

Then, he put the phone away as he snuck out of the academy.

Meanwhile, Scarlett was lying flat on her queen-sized bed in her family’s mansion, surrounded by a spacious and luxurious room. She was staring at her screen in annoyance because Luke’s text had taken her aback.

Scarlett had spent the whole afternoon worrying about his condition, so she expected him to try and keep the conversation going, but Luke brushed her off like a stranger with a dry reply.

"I was the one playing mother," Scarlett muttered as she sat up on the bed.

Because she had been lying down for a long time, she had to adjust her bra to contain her big breasts spilling out. After that, she left her room to have an early dinner, her mind still fixed on Luke.

What could a guy with fresh injuries be so busy with? It made no sense.

Two hours passed quickly, with the sky getting dark, and there were still no messages from Luke.

"Hey, what are you even doing that’s making you so busy all of a sudden?": Scarlett typed away impatiently.

This time, Luke’s reply came fast, sounding more like a dare.

"Come find out."

Below the words were the coordinates and location of his workshop—but Scarlett didn’t know that.

She stared at her screen, falling into a dilemma. What was he up to even when injured? Why was he out in such a remote area instead of resting in his room?

After a few minutes of debating with herself, Scarlett decided to go see Luke. She walked over to her wardrobe to pick out an outfit.

Meanwhile, at Luke’s shop at the edge of the city, he had already arrived and gotten straight to business, using the Auto-Forge skill to clear the bloated orders.

The pending items were :

Mud Armadiilio Set

Druidic Iguana Gorget

Glow Skipper Wing Guards

Iron-Hide Ox Helmet

Wind-Runner Falcon Leg Bands

Magma Bison Shoulder Plates

Spotted Fawn Defense Vest. ETC.

After a short while, the customers arrived one by one to pick up the finished gear, handing over their cash in return.

From 10,000 to 15,000, to 30,000, and to 50,000. Soon, it reached 65,000 Scrips! Quality armor was always in demand among summoners who always employed their beasts every time. Luke had become a capitalist overnight.

In the middle of a transaction with a senior citizen, a luxury sports car with tinted windows came to a stop at the roadside outside Luke’s shop. While it idled, it looked suspicious, as if watching Luke and his business.

"Hey, young boss, do you see that car?" the older man said nervously, pointing at it. "It looks very expensive. Is it trouble?"

Luke looked over toward the road just as the car door opened, and a girl around his age stepped out of the vehicle.

She was a tall young lady wearing a tight black top that hugged her body, long black pants, dark sunglasses, and a black cap pulled down low.

The best thing about her was that she had a tasty figure that immediately caught the eye. Who was this beauty? Unfortunately, the long red hair coming out from the back of the cap gave her identity away.

The customer blinked, looking back at Luke and wondering where women like this were in his youth.

"Do you know who that rich girl is?" he asked.

"I know her," Luke replied, "but never expected her to show up."

After completing his purchase, the customer walked away from the shop with his new buttplate for his Fart Skunk. As he passed Scarlett on the path, he could not help but ogle her because of how tall and beautiful she was.

Scarlett ignored him with her side profile as she walked straight toward Luke’s counter like she was the landlady.

Stopping right in front of the counter, she took off her shades, revealing glassy green eyes.

"Hey, ex-husband," Scarlett greeted with a smile.

Meanwhile, under the counter, a small head poked out with a grunt. It was Amigo. The turtle had just finished stashing Luke’s money under the crate to keep it safe. Now, as he climbed back up to report the earnings to Luke, he looked up at the newer customer.

!!

Amigo immediately hid his whole body inside his shell in shock.

"Ahh! It’s her! That’s the same girl from the phone messages!"