The next night, Luke and Selina went out in formal wear, which was a rare occasion.
Although neither of them were at the pinnacle of fashion, they weren't going to be like the protagonists of online novels, who had to wear slippers and big pants to show off in a group of formal guests.
Luke firmly believed that this kind of self-torture and tormenting behavior couldn't be encouraged, and that it wasn't a good choice either.
At the entrance of the venue, Luke showed Selina the invitation and walked in.
He could bring a female companion with him, and the name was naturally his.
If he didn't come, it would be awkward for Selina to come alone.
That was also why he immediately understood when Selina asked if he was coming.
It wasn't that Sheerah looked down on Selina and couldn't give her an extra invitation, but that she knew that these two were basically on the same page.
Sheerah had only given one invitation because she wanted Luke to see her performance in person.
If she gave one to each of them, Luke might be too lazy to come.
Claire had inadvertently said several times that her brother wasn't interested in fashion at all.
Given Sheerah's aesthetic standards, she could naturally tell that Luke's everyday clothes were really ordinary.
The reason why he was attractive was purely because he had a good foundation, and his temperament, figure, and face were all up to standard.
People with this kind of hardware could look bright even in flowery shorts and a tank top, while ordinary men would only look sloppy and unkempt.
To be honest, Sheerah never thought that someone would be so lazy. The works that he had provided her were so popular, but he had never asked her for any tickets.
After the earthquake benefit show, she had thought of giving him tickets.
At that time, Claire, who had been her assistant, had mentioned for the first time that her brother never went to concerts, saying that it was boring and that it would be a waste.
Sheerah didn't believe it, so she sent him tickets for a few performances.
In the end … Luke didn't come.
He didn't even show the tickets to other people, as if he had never received them.
The truth was pretty much the same. Luke had only heard Little Snail mention that Sheerah had given him tickets, and had forgotten about it.
He didn't have the time to listen to songs.
Not counting the time he spent watching the performances, it would take at least an hour to go back and forth.
Also, he was a little doubtful about his luck.
At the California earthquake benefit show that Sheerah had led, a few terrorists who wanted to stir up big news had popped up.
For Sheerah, who was in her thirties and in transition, this was very troublesome.
As long as something big happened, even if it wasn't Sheerah's fault, she would have to apologize to the entire country.
At that time, her second career would be delayed for several years, and in the worst case, she wouldn't be able to recover.
Thus, Luke rarely went to his friends' turf, and the "friend" he visited the most was probably a certain tycoon. In the end …
However, he felt that he could handle small events like last night and tonight.
Besides, it was Victoria's Secret's show tonight, and Sheerah was only a guest singer. If anything went wrong, it would be Victoria's Secret's responsibility.
The effect of his friend 'bad luck shouldn't be so bad.
Sure enough, from Sheerah's domineering performance of "Chandelier" to when she took off her makeup and slid over to Luke and Selina's side with Claire to watch the performance together, nothing happened.
When the press conference was almost over, Sheerah was called away by a staff member.
She, "Luke" Lu of said of of of of of, of of of of And Su, "Both, of of of of of of, of of of, of of of of of of all. of of of of,.
He casually said, "If there's anything, you can call me."
Sheila smiled and hugged him goodbye. She hurriedly grabbed Claire and followed the staff member.
Five minutes later, Luke's phone vibrated.
He took it out and frowned deeply. Did he really have a halo that screwed up his teammates? That can't be! Tony was living a carefree life. He was fine except for the hole in his chest.
Although Matt had been knocked unconscious a few times, he wasn't seriously injured at all.
Even the kid in Clinton was a little tired from moving bricks … no, moving construction materials, but his salary was still much higher than that of a part-time worker. He was a proper blue-collar reserve.
But what was going on with Sheerah?
Feeling a little uncertain, he and Selina hung up their badges and asked the staff to take them to a certain area backstage.
As soon as they arrived, Claire, who was standing outside as a lookout, waved her hand.
But she didn't rashly call out. Her movement was rather loud, but it didn't attract much attention.
Luke nodded inwardly. Sheerah had raised her sister well. At the very least, she was lively, but she was smart.
If she shouted, it would be understandable, but it would draw everyone's attention to Luke and Selina.
For Luke, who was used to shooting quietly, it would be very uncomfortable.
As he approached the gathered crowd, his eyes quickly swept over the people present.
He still didn't know what was going on. But Sheerah herself had asked Luke to do private work for ten thousand dollars for two hours, and knew his position very well.
It was impossible for them to have asked him to come here for a small case; it was most likely a big one.
He noted down the people present who gave him the feeling of nervousness, fear, panic, and pretense of calmness.
It wasn't strange for them to have such attitudes after a case had happened.
But on the other hand, those who were indifferent, indifferent, and smiling as they watched the show could almost be ruled out as suspects.
Because they were certain that it had nothing to do with them.
There were too many such people in the money-hungry fashion circle.
Luke could even tell that many people's anxious and solemn expressions were fake. In fact, they didn't care about what was going on at all, and some were even gloating over it.
In just a dozen steps, he had successfully ruled out 70% of the thirty people present.
Some of the people present were managers and staff, but most of them were the supermodels who had participated in the press conference.
Not to mention the staff, almost all the supermodels had expressions that said, "Can you hurry up and finish this? I have to rush to the next show."
At that moment, the glamorous supermodels on stage were much more "friendly" backstage.
Most of them had wrapped themselves in thick coats to avoid catching a cold, but many of their legs were bare, and they didn't have time to put on pants at all.
Some were wearing high heels, some were wearing slippers, some hadn't removed their makeup yet, and some were still unhurriedly putting on makeup.
Many people's breasts were faintly discernible. Their white, golden, and black thighs, chest, and back muscles were right in front of them. They could be seen at a glance, but they did not have the soul-stirring beauty of the stage.
Compared to the dazzling beauty and soaring hormones on the runway, the supermodels at this moment were more like housewives before they left home.
Of course, that wasn't all.
With his Sharp Nose, Luke could tell that several of the models had smoked tonight, and two of them had even been high on drugs.
There were also more sinister acts, which he didn't want to care about. It was a little disgusting.
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