Luke, who had tricked himself, still felt that he had suffered a loss, so he doubled the training for the three girls.
He had suffered a loss, but he couldn't let the person who had taken advantage of him feel too comfortable.
Stacy had to undergo intensive training to begin with, and what if she became Claire's burden one day?
The three girls didn't have any objections to V's sudden increase in training. At most, they would complain a little.
It had only been a year or so since they had been homeless to their current peace, stability, and even wealth and freedom.
Having been re-educated, they had already learned to distinguish between good and bad.
Also, Luke's "good for them" was only to strengthen their own abilities, and they could choose their private lives and future plans.
This was already good enough for children all over the world.
The three sisters were now in the entertainment circle, and knew how miserable female celebrities were.
When they wanted to become famous, they would go on a diet, train, and follow the schedule. They would be nothing more than tools.
After becoming famous and being able to challenge their agents and companies, many female celebrities would suddenly gain weight, their faces would swell, and they would become dispirited.
This was the result of sudden indulgence after strict control.
America was also a country where illegal drugs were rampant. Many celebrities never got up after throwing themselves into it.
However, most of them failed from start to finish. Just like the bottom-level web novelists in Luke's previous life, no one even knew their names.
The three of them, on the other hand, had entered the entertainment industry with a golden spoon in their mouths.
The logistics department didn't lack money, and they could develop as they pleased.
Apart from the fact that the training was indeed very hard, they had it easier than any other celebrity.
And a lot of the time, human happiness came from comparison.
It was hard for them not to feel happy just by looking at and listening to the experiences of those reserve celebrities and small-time celebrities.
For example, a small singer from the same company scolded Stephanie: "Your parents have money and resources. You're the child of a rich family. You have no idea what ordinary people like us live."
That was right. The other party felt that Stephanie was treated like a rich "second-generation entertainment heir."
In the entertainment industry, sugar daddies wouldn't treat their daughters so well.
One or two flops would be enough for the sugar daddies to give up on supporting them.
In any case, there were too many beautiful girls in the industry who were willing to be their daughters. There was no need for them to spend too much on someone they couldn't support.
Thus, when the three girls saw V at the start of the high-intensity training, their joy came from the bottom of their hearts.
Mental Communication was very certain of that.
This time, Luke finally showed his face.
V's Agent Smith face had appeared in Weasel's bar, and dozens of hitmen had seen it. It wasn't a secret.
The current him indeed didn't have to worry too much.
The three girls were a little disappointed with V's looks.
However, he was absolutely convinced by Agent Smith's aura.
As long as he squinted his eyes and pursed his lips, his face would make them as obedient as quails.
This feeling was a little like facing a teacher or an elder, a very serious and old-fashioned feeling.
In private, the three sisters agreed that V was definitely an old-fashioned and serious middle-aged man.
Therefore, there were only two types of relationships between them — either the paternal generation or the paternal generation.
When V really showed his face this time, even if he wasn't handsome, the three girls were still quite relieved.
The appearance of their grandparents could easily cause a generation gap, but the appearance of their fathers was acceptable.
…
Two days later, training ended. Luke told the twins to get some rest, and Stacy stayed behind.
The twins were very curious, but they obediently left, leaving Luke and Stacy facing each other in the underground training room.
Luke waited until the door to the training room was completely closed before he said, "You're in love."
Stacy was shocked. "You …"
Luke waved his hand. "This information didn't come from you. I'll tell you later, depending on the situation. "
Stacy was well-behaved again.
Her feelings for V were very complicated — they were indeed feelings, and not simple likes and dislikes.
At first, she thought that the other party was a demon, as vicious and terrifying as his nickname "wizard."
But as her mental state improved and her life became more stable, the sisters each had their own interests, which was very different from what she had imagined.
The difference formed a huge sense of happiness, and her feelings for V were naturally born.
Now that V suddenly mentioned her relationship, Stacy actually felt guilty, like a middle school student who had been caught in a relationship by her elders.
Luke wasn't here to scare her. His time was precious.
If Stacy hadn't run into Claire, even if she turned into a centipede spirit and cheated on dozens of girls at the same time, it wouldn't be worth mentioning.
He gestured for them to sit down on the stools on the side. "I've never interfered with your private lives, but there are some exceptions."
After a pause, and seeing that she didn't say anything, Luke continued, "You now have two choices. First, become a peripheral member of us. Second, continue living your life. "
Stacy was stunned. "Why …?"
Luke said, "Listen to me first. If you choose to become a peripheral member, you'll need to undergo more professional training. It's very different from your current training, but you have to keep what you know a secret, including from Stephanie and the others. If you choose the second option, everything will continue as usual, but when something happens, I'll exclude you. "
Stacy's expression changed. Seeing that he had no intention of saying anything else, she asked, "Why?"
Luke said, "Because you've come into contact with someone with a rather sensitive identity."
Stumped for a moment, Stacy's eyes then drifted away. After a long while, she said, "Claire?"
Luke nodded. "That's right. When you're with her, the first thing you have to do is make sure you don't die for no reason one day. "
Stacy, however, was suspicious. "But, she doesn't seem … like that?"
She couldn't help but look at Luke as she mumbled the words.
Luke understood what she meant. "She doesn't seem like me. Are you like me? If it was someone else in a similar situation who wanted to be your "boyfriend," she would've been notified as well. "
Stacy found it hard to believe. "Aren't you guys … being too involved?"
Luke chuckled. "If you were an ordinary person, we would've kept the two of you away from this circle. After all, ordinary people don't have the ability to protect themselves."
Stacy was speechless.
She wasn't an ordinary person, and neither was Claire.
An ordinary girl didn't have the ability to fight a dozen hooligans on her own and emerge unscathed.
She could do it, and so could Claire.
However, Claire said that her father and brother had trained her since she was young.
Stacy didn't delve into the matter. They didn't fight for a living, so there was no need to pursue the matter.
She also knew that Claire's brother, a detective, was really powerful.
With all sorts of thoughts churning in her mind, Stacy was silent for a long time.
Luke didn't rush her. He simply closed his eyes to rest. Both his main body and his level-one clone were busy, so it was good for this level-two clone to sleep for a while.
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