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The clone calmly caught the "heavy bombardment" and walked over with the cake maker. He nodded at Luke. "Thank you. My name is Chris Evans. How about we chat when we have time? "
Luke nodded with a smile. "Luke Coulson. No problem if there's a chance."
The clone rummaged through his pocket, and a name card appeared in his hand. With a flick of his finger, the name card flew toward the main body. "This is my contact information. I'll be busy for a while, so I won't talk much. "
Luke caught the business card and waved goodbye. "Okay, good luck."
The clone waved back. "You too." Then, he turned around and headed east along the coastline with Max on his back.
After the two-man show in front of the three women, the two women on Luke's side became curious. "He's so handsome."
"His muscles aren't bad either."
"Hm, he doesn't seem any worse than Luke."
"Luke isn't as strong as him. He needs to be thinner. Ah ~" Elena, who had just said something outrageous, was picked up again, and the blush that had just faded quickly returned.
But with Margaret on the side, she didn't dare make a move. She could only keep a straight face as she desperately grabbed Luke's arm in the dark to prevent him from moving.
The poor female painter didn't know that Luke had only dared to do this because he had used his mental strength to slightly entice his cheap sister-in-law.
At that moment, Margaret's attention was basically on the cake maker and the clone, and she wouldn't notice the secret conversation between her best friend and her best friend.
Of course, Luke was doing it on purpose. Elena actually dared to say that he wasn't strong? Then, he would let her personally experience what he was strong in.
Elena's mind became more and more hazy, and she heard Margaret's question. "That woman's chest muscles are so developed. If only I had half of them."
"Where do you think they're going? Don't tell me they're camping like us? "
"Hey, do you have any more wine? I need it to soothe my wounded pride. "
Elena could only nod intermittently. As she listened to Luke fool her sweet best friend, she couldn't help but recall what she had scolded Luke in Paris back then: That hair of yours is f * cking awesome!
…
Max pressed her face against Luke's shoulder. His strong muscles gave her a strong sense of security, and she sighed in satisfaction.
After walking for more than a hundred meters, she suddenly found that the two of them were walking toward the sea. She couldn't help but feel strange. "Wait, what are you doing? Don't tell me he wants to do it in the sea? The water is very cold. "
Luke casually slapped the heavy flesh that he was holding. "In your dreams. I'll take you to take revenge. Be more serious later. It's best if you have some killing intent. "
Max was stunned. "Revenge? Could it be … "
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt her body fly up and over his head. Then, she was caught and put down.
At that moment, she moved from behind Luke to the front, and under her butt was a special jet ski.
Before she could ask any more questions, Luke jumped onto the motorboat and held her in his arms with one hand. "Since we're already here, it'd be a pity to send you home."
Max turned pale with fright. "Are you not satisfied with just me?"
Luke chuckled and started the motorboat heading east.
The hand that was wrapped around her waist moved to a more secure position.
Max quickly admitted defeat. "Fine, I was wrong. Let go of my most outstanding strength, and you can do whatever you want later."
Luke said, "… Then you'll play the female gangster later. You have to be fierce."
Max subconsciously puffed out her chest. "Like this?"
Luke said, "… Forget it. You can just play the gangster's woman."
Max said, "Huh? Are you the legendary gangster? Forget it. It's very dangerous to be in this business in New York. You should just be a rich guy and take care of me for a long time. "
Luke smiled and pressed his chin against her head. "I told you it was an act, and you still believed me. Don't worry, I'm a proper businessman."
Max hesitated for a moment, but chose to believe his obvious nonsense.
What kind of proper businessman would visit her in the middle of the night? Also, he often didn't go to work the next day, and if she asked him what business he was doing, it would be a trade secret.
No matter how she looked at it, he looked like a big bad guy who sold illegal drugs!
As for the fact that he wouldn't allow her to touch any illegal drugs, including weeds, it was in line with the rule that a seller shouldn't touch goods.
But … what could she do?
This was a man who genuinely treated her well, although he had never directly given her money … Hm, the money for the cakes didn't count; that was a proper business.
Helping her make a bunch of cakes every now and then didn't count; that was her compensation for the loss of time.
The living facilities in the apartment that she shared with Carolyn had been repaired by him one after another, and the cake tools and household items that he had added or made himself, as well as the occasional express delivery of brunch, were changing their gloomy lives bit by bit.
Although it wasn't like Carolyn's life before she went bankrupt, when her life was filled with the golden light of sunshine and money, it was like light penetrating a dark room from time to time.
This made Max certain that her life would slowly brighten up.
So, even if he was a drug dealer who could become disabled at any moment, Max would accept it.
Besides, where else could she find a handsome man who was skilled and strong enough to take care of her body?
Sensing Max's mental fluctuations, Luke didn't say anything.
Perhaps after today, it would be time for a cake maker to be promoted to a cake shop owner.
Ever since they met, Max and Carolyn's luck had been very strange.
The two women often encountered all kinds of inexplicable misfortune, and the money they earned would "disappear" for the same inexplicable reason.
Luke had even done some tests, such as making them "earn" ten thousand dollars in a short period of time.
In the end, a certain guy who had eaten their cake suddenly fell ill in the shop, and the cause was a bacterial infection.
The bacteria test in that crappy fast food restaurant definitely couldn't pass, and in the end, they could only settle it privately, and the ten thousand dollars were gone just like that.
Luke didn't show up.
Because it was just a test, and similar situations weren't uncommon.
For Max and Carolyn, losing money was an inevitable rule of "what's dark in the east is bright in the west". Furthermore, it wasn't a deliberate trap set up by others.
Luke didn't want something like "getting rich overnight," which would be too much of a test.
There was no need for sisters to fall out over money, even if the chances were low.
Besides, the two women's attitude toward money was very normal. It was good to be rich, and even better to be rich, but it wasn't a big deal if they didn't.
Before he figured out their strange luck, he simply provided them with resources to improve their quality of life.
As a result, Max and Carolyn were like certain celebrities whose spending was limited. Their pockets were empty from time to time, but their quality of life wasn't any worse than that of the middle class.
After a long time, Luke also came to a conclusion.
That was, as long as the money wasn't in their accounts, misfortune wouldn't happen.
Luke reckoned that the two of them might have been cursed by some Marvel "God of Poverty" — there was no information about such "gods" even in his universe-level intelligence database.
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