Luke ignored her.
Life was about entertaining himself or other people.
While he was entertaining himself, he could also entertain Selina. Killing two birds with one stone wasn't a bad idea.
It was easy for her to have mental problems when he took her out to beat up and kill people every day, which was why he had taken her on this trip around the world.
Thus, Luke was serious when he made the coffee, and wasn't doing it half-heartedly.
… Fine, he only remembered the steps.
As a man who preferred to use ready-made coffee powder instead of freshly ground coffee, how to make the espresso taste better was a completely metaphysical question.
Jenny wasn't exaggerating when she said that her maid's coffee making skills were much better than Luke's.
But putting aside the taste of the coffee, Luke's movements were absolutely elegant, precise, and efficient.
On the other side, Marcus went to inform Luke. In less than two minutes, the three of them returned together, and Master Luke's coffee was steaming hot — and there were three cups.
The fake coffee master didn't care about other people's tastes. He simply made the sweetest and milkiest coffee he could accept.
He couldn't make flowers for anyone else; he would never make flowers for anyone else.
Both Lorna and Carol were very quiet when they saw "Mr. Wilson" making coffee at the counter.
The only difference was that Carlo's expression and mind quickly calmed down.
Lorna, on the other hand, shifted her body every now and then, revealing her nervousness.
Luke put the two cups of coffee on the counter and gestured for them to take theirs. He then took his coffee and walked to the outdoor seats outside. "Both of you, come here."
Carol immediately followed him with the coffee. Lorna was uneasy, but she could only do as she was told.
It was obvious that Marcus had been left out of the conversation, and the three cups of coffee meant the same thing: It's none of your business here. Go somewhere cool.
Thus, Marcus could only choose an angle near the door and observe the three people in the seats ten meters away.
Lorna's voice occasionally grew louder, and her expression was the most vivid and obvious.
Carol, on the other hand, had her back to Marcus. He couldn't see her expression, and he barely said anything.
Luke, on the other hand, was facing the door, but his voice and movements were very normal, and he didn't have much of an expression on his face.
The conversation between the three of them ended in less than twenty minutes.
Marcus was still observing in secret when he saw Luke raise his hand and wave at him.
He walked over without hesitation.
Although he felt a little guilty, he couldn't back down for Lorna's sake. After all, this wasn't her father! Well, even if her father was here, she couldn't back down.
When he reached Lorna, Luke said straightforwardly, "Tell me everything about you and Ferdinand. Don't leave anything out."
Marcus' heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but glance at Lorna.
Lorna gritted her teeth. "Speak. What are you looking at me for?"
Marcus took a deep breath and quickly explained what had happened.
The situation was not complicated.
More than a year ago, Marcos had worked for a Mexican gang to earn medical fees for his seriously ill mother. At that time, he had followed the leader of the gang to San Diego.
Of course, selling goods had nothing to do with him.
He was only here as an errand boy, follower, and fighter. He would be the first to be abandoned if something happened, and he would be used to attract the attention of the police or his opponents.
The gang leader definitely wouldn't tell him about the valuable goods and channels.
In short, he wanted to earn some money by risking his life.
But his mother couldn't be saved and passed away a year ago.
After losing his mother, Marcos had no reason to continue working for the gang.
The Mexican gang, on the other hand, could forget about quitting unless the gang collapsed.
At that time, several big shots of the cartel had died in Mexico, and the situation was very chaotic.
So, he simply ran to Chile, where he could avoid the harassment of the gang and the chaos in Mexico.
Things should have been over at that point.
Marcos used to be a mechanic. Before he raised money for his mother's medical fees, he had been repairing cars in peace.
When he came to San Diego alone, the most he would do was move to another place of work. Naturally, he wouldn't join a gang.
But unfortunately, he was recognized by Ferdinand's men.
The Mexican gang hadn't been dealing with Ferdinand, but with a competitor.
In the past two years, Mexico had been in chaos, and shipments had dropped significantly.
Many of the gang leaders lived in seclusion, and basically didn't do large volumes of business with regular customers that they didn't trust.
Ferdinand's competitor's business was becoming more and more profitable because of the shortage of goods in the market. Naturally, Ferdinand was anxious.
When his men reported that they had found a Mexican supplier, Ferdinand had asked Torres to "talk about cooperation."
Disheartened after his mother's death, Marcos met Lorna in a foreign country.
Because of a coincidence, Lorna had discovered that he was "suspected" to be a superpower user, and they slowly became friends after a few exchanges.
He was very satisfied with his current life, and naturally didn't want to get involved.
Besides, to avoid trouble, he couldn't take these people to contact the Mexican gang — wouldn't that reveal that he had fled to Chile?
Once the two sides met, the Mexican gang might ask Ferdinand to kill the "traitor" Marcos first.
The lives of the Mexican gang weren't worth much, and the traitor was a classic case of "I want to believe it."
Torres didn't give up even after hiding a few times.
Marcos had to quit his job three months ago and lay low at home.
He felt that the rumor had died down recently, and he had only been out for a few days when Torres discovered him again.
Luke's face was calm, but he paid attention to Marcos' mental fluctuations through Mental Communication, and confirmed that the man wasn't lying.
At most, his description of his experience in Mexico wasn't accurate.
But the light red evil rating was enough to prove that he hadn't committed any major crimes.
Considering the situation in Mexico, it could only be said that Marcos was an ordinary person who wasn't good enough to qualify as missing or disabled.
After confirming the situation for himself, Luke waved his hand. "You can go back now."
Marcos: "Huh?"
Luke said, "By the door or down the mountain, it's up to you."
Marcos shut up and stood quietly near the entrance of the coffee shop.
Luke didn't care what he thought, or even what Lorna thought.
Lorna was just a potential investment, and she was going to have a baby soon. There was no need to complicate things.
Luke took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and there was a key on it.
He put it on the table and pushed it to Lorna. "It's up to you if you want to be with him. This is the key and password to a private safe in the city. There's some cash inside. Consider it a final gift for you. "
Lorna frowned. "I don't want it."
Luke said indifferently, "It's not scary to be poor, but it's when you don't know yourself."
Lorna's face was a little ugly, but she didn't dare refute him.
Luke said, "You don't even know that you're pregnant, and you're turning down the money. I really don't think you can live on your own. Maybe you want to rob someone with a big belly? "
Lorna was stunned. "What? Pregnant? "
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