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The cheap sister-in-law was wearing a mid-length silk dress that was a little above her knees.
The dress was very conservative, but it wasn't enough to stop her when she bent down, and the hem of the dress flew up to her waist.
For someone with keen eyesight, the distance of a few meters was as clear as day.
Luke couldn't help but chuckle. He turned his head and whispered in Elena's ear, "Well, is this the artist's choice? I love it. "
Looking at the Warped Pufferfish that was wrapped tightly in a light purple cloth, Elena simply slapped a certain someone, who was talking nonsense, to stop him from gloating over her misfortune.
But when she saw Mary's butt sticking out, she couldn't help but laugh. That was true. Mary might be in her forties, and she was usually dignified and polite, but she was still a child in private.
After giggling for a moment, Margaret turned around and saw that both of them were smiling at her. She was instantly satisfied. Well, not bad. She had made them laugh.
For her, it wasn't a matter of losing face in front of her two good friends. It was fine as long as everyone was happy.
Elena slapped away Luke who had made sarcastic remarks and helped him take off her high heels. She then helped Margaret untie her high-heeled sandals.
She checked her knees and elbows to make sure that they weren't bruised, before the two girls stood up together.
Margaret very naturally gave Luke the pair of high-heeled sandals that had caused the "car accident" to him. "Take them for me too. Thanks."
Luke accepted them. Seeing that she was looking at the sea, he asked, "You want to play in the sea?"
Margaret said, "That's right. It's a pity I didn't bring a swimsuit."
Luke didn't think much of it. "Wait here for a moment. I have swimsuits in my car."
Margaret nodded and ran to the sea with Elena. "Let's go. Look at that cloud. Its shape, color, and the empty space around it. Doesn't it look like a natural composition?"
Luke watched as the two girls chatted in the water on the beach, before he walked into the manor and hid behind a circle of short plants on the beach.
Of course, he didn't have a swimsuit in his car. He had ordinary clothes and towels, but there were a lot of swimsuits in his storage space.
It wasn't that Luke had a hobby of collecting swimsuits; it was purely an employee benefit — several villainous doctors in Space 2 had been in reform camps.
But as he gradually gathered a complete research team and logistics support team for the villain scientists, all kinds of research results began to be produced.
For example, about 30% of the technology for his nano armor came from this team.
The research and development of Life One were basically handed over to them.
Even though everyone from the team manager to the researchers had red names, life imprisonment through labor reform was considered a set policy, so there had to be a certain reward system.
In normal prisons, people could be released on parole after serving their sentences. Naturally, Luke didn't have that.
From the moment they entered Space Two, these bad guys could only work until they died, so the reward could only be material.
Naturally, all kinds of professional entertainment facilities became the first choice, such as … a luxury swimming pool.
Of course, normal people would understand that the most attractive part of a swimming pool was never the water, just like how the most attractive part of a bar was not the wine.
The "logistical support team" of Space No.2 was born.
Hundreds of men and women who had no research ability and were just bad guys with red names were captured and sent into Space Two.
Luke simply and crudely made them look like celebrities, trained them, brainwashed them with his mental abilities, and finally injected nanomachines to monitor and control them.
Thus, a "logistical support team" that could meet all the service needs of the men and women in the research team was born.
Something like a swimsuit was just a very basic consumable.
Men made up the majority of the research team, and there were naturally more women in the "logistical support team," and they had all kinds of height and weight.
Thus, Luke had purchased a complete range of swimsuits in batches.
He stuffed two swimsuits, one pair of swimming trunks, slippers, a few towels, and a beach mat into a big bag.
After some thought, he took out a food box and put a bottle of red wine in it.
His cheap sister-in-law had a soft spot for red wine, but she didn't want to drink it alone.
Today, they had come out to play, but the banquet trip had been ruined by those crazy men in human clothing, so he could only make it up to her with red wine.
After preparing everything in less than ten seconds, Luke waited for a few more minutes before he returned to the beach.
Facing the sunset, the two women were engrossed in their discussion of the scenery and composition. They gesticulated incessantly as they talked, completely forgetting that he was there.
It wasn't until the sun set in the distance, leaving only a faint glimmer in the sky that Margaret finally remembered Luke.
Turning around, she saw a certain someone lying lazily on the beach, elegantly swirling a glass of red wine in front of him.
Hm, he wasn't pretending, but he really wasn't very interested in red wine.
As for swirling the glass in his hand, it was no different from shaking a piece of steak in front of Gold Nugget.
Sure enough, his sister-in-law's eyes immediately lit up. She cheered and ran over with a charming smile. "Luke, you're so awesome. You actually knew I wanted this."
Seeing that she was happy about this little surprise, Luke smiled but didn't say anything. It's so good to be innocent. Even my dog head is harder to please now.
A few minutes later, Margaret drank half the glass of red wine. She put the glass on the food box that served as a temporary dining table and lay down in satisfaction. "Wow, it's so comfortable to lie down like this."
Elena chuckled and draped the towel that Luke had given her over her shoulders. She also draped one over Margaret, who was lying next to her.
This was the open seaside of Long Island, and the sea breeze was slightly cold after dark.
The fabric of her and Margaret's dresses couldn't keep them warm, and it wouldn't be good if they caught a cold.
Margaret's slightly cold shoulders were covered by a large towel. Only then did she notice more details. "Wow, you even prepared a towel? Hm, there's also this beach mat and this box … Luke, if you were a waitress, you'd definitely get the highest tips in the world. "
Luke nodded with a smile. "Thanks for the compliment, but I can't stand a job where I have to get to work on time."
Margaret was a little tipsy, and her words were dripping. "Hm, hm. That's why I should tip you now." She then sat up and searched her body.
Elena kindly reminded her, "The driver dropped you off at the entrance of the manor. You didn't bring your wallet."
Stumped for a moment, Margaret also remembered that. She subconsciously moved her hand to her chest and reached into the gap. "That's right. But Haley said that I should at least have a hundred-dollar bill on me in case of emergencies."
Elena helplessly reached out and pulled Margaret's hand out. "Are you going to tell me that today's chest patch is made of hundred-dollar bills?"
Marguerite was stunned. A moment later, she hugged her head. "Oh my god, I forgot. I didn't wear a chest patch today. Without a chest patch, there's no gap for bills, so I didn't bring that bill. "
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