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The lady, who had been greeting the parents of the people on the yacht, finally stopped and turned around in surprise.
She was wearing a wet white dress that clung to her body.
Her thick black hair, which had been soaked in seawater, hung down messily and covered half of her face, but the face that was exposed was particularly pale.
If the woman hadn't cursed as soon as she came ashore, Elena might have thought that she had run into some sort of supernatural incident.
The painter didn't know the newcomer, but Luke was all too familiar with her — anyone who heard Max rap would have a deep impression of his unique rhythm and accent.
It was already late at night, and there were only dim lights dozens of meters away from the beach.
Max turned around, and at first glance, she vaguely saw two people leaning against each other.
Marguerite? She was completely regarded as a pile of trash by Max as she lay there.
Max walked forward a few meters before she confirmed that they were a couple.
But as an experienced driver, she immediately noticed the subtlety of their posture. Emm … This posture … seems very familiar to me.
Then, Margaret woke up in a daze.
Hearing the sound, the cheap sister-in-law looked around blankly.
Seeing that, Max immediately had a "you're good, kid."
"Wow, bro, you really know how to have fun." The cake maker, who always forgot to step off the gas pedal when he was driving, subconsciously winked at Luke.
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Thanks for the compliment, but are you sure that's what you need to be concerned about right now?"
"You're right. So, can you lend me your phone?" The speeding driver was enlightened.
After that, the tires in her head drifted again, and she raised her hands to resist. "Wait, let me make this clear first. I'm only lending you my phone, not my body."
Lost for words, Luke picked Elena up and put her down on the side.
Max let out a soft cry and covered the side of her face in shock, but her bright eyes were looking at Luke and Elena's crotch through the gaps between her wide open fingers.
Then, she murmured in surprise, "I guessed wrong? That's impossible. "
Elena's gown had been pulled up to her knees, so it didn't matter what she was wearing or not wearing underneath.
But when Luke went to "pick up" the supplies for the picnic, he was dressed neatly in a T-shirt and shorts.
With Max's rich camping experience, he was certain that the shorts were definitely not low enough to be used for a walk. He was 100% sure that they were in the correct position.
Luke vaguely sensed mental fluctuations in the girl's head, but wasn't surprised. After all, a female cake baker who didn't drive wasn't a good Max.
There was no need for him to explain. The one-button function of the storage space was so seamless.
He took out Margaret's phone from his bag and tossed it to Max.
For the past few years, he had been using the Nano Inner Armor to replace the function of a cell phone. He was too lazy to even carry a cell phone.
Besides, this was just a formality.
Max picked up the phone and stared at Luke for a few seconds with an expression that said, "I can't believe my eyes."
Luke smiled in response.
He had seen the cake maker's tricks countless times. How could he be fooled by her?
In the end, Max gave up on pursuing the tire marks. After thanking Luke, he walked ten meters away and made the call.
The call was short, and ended in less than twenty seconds.
Max returned the phone, and Margaret had already stood up curiously. She took back her phone and gave him a towel. "Dry yourself first, or you'll catch a cold."
Looking at Margaret, who was smiling at him ingratiatingly, Max had a strange expression on his face. Why did this girl look a little like Carolyn? Well, it was Carolyn, who had applied for a job at a fast food restaurant first. She had the air of an upper-class, rich, and beautiful woman.
Thankfully, the cake maker had always been broad-minded, and wasn't in the habit of hating the rich without saying a word. Besides, she needed a towel.
The wet dress was only one of the reasons. More importantly, the white dress was very translucent after being soaked in water, and it felt even more exciting than not wearing it at all.
Fortunately, this guy was stalling for time, so he probably wouldn't go crazy and drag me into making a sandwich. The cake maker mumbled inwardly, but on the surface, she thanked Margaret and chatted with her.
It couldn't be helped. On the other side, Luke was still whispering to the female painter, and hadn't gone crazy and pounced on her as Max had imagined.
What was even more frustrating was that Luke only paid attention to her every now and then.
The petite woman in his arms, on the other hand, was scanning her "key" curves like a scanner.
Elena had sobered up a lot in the past few minutes. When she saw Max's "stormy" body, she subconsciously thought of the voluptuous curves of women in famous paintings.
Relatively speaking, art was a little more important than Luke's.
More importantly, Luke could see it all the time, but he might not be able to see this scene again.
Not only that, she asked a professional human flesh scanner in a low voice, "This scale … is it F or G?"
Luke said, "G, it's not far from H."
Elena clicked her tongue. "Also, I think it's the real deal. This talent … is too insane."
Luke shrugged in agreement.
In fact, there were a lot of female contestants in Europe and the United States who could reach G or even H, but there were still very few who weren't fat and natural.
If this woman had a face that was on par with Margaret's, it would definitely be one in a million.
In other words, if Margaret had Max's G-class strength, the number of men chasing after her would be several times higher — it must be known that Margaret herself was already a millionaire.
Elena's painter's scanning gave Max the illusion that he had run into a gang of murderers, or a couple? What's more, it's the husband and wife type. Wait, maybe there's a third anti-wife who helps push the ass?
Margaret didn't notice the sympathy in the cake maker's eyes when he looked back at her. It was a tragedy to watch someone else eat while you watched. Hm, Carolyn was very familiar with this.
Thinking that, Max felt even more deja vu about Margaret, and simply chatted with her in a low voice.
Margaret wasn't too wary, and basically said whatever he asked. Of course, Luke had hinted that she couldn't say anything to anyone, so she couldn't say anything either.
Max had heard a lot about the three of them, but it was basically public information that could be found with some money, so it was pointless to ask.
Two minutes later, a level two clone with Chris Evans' handsome face appeared on the beach, and she didn't have time to continue trying to get information out of her silly sister-in-law.
Max had always been direct and unrestrained in his actions.
Seeing that her boyfriend had come to support her, she immediately ran over and leaped up to pay her boyfriend's labor fee in advance.
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