Stunned, Luke pointed at himself. "I'm an old friend?"
Apart from working on a case, how many words had he spoken to Margaret? There were probably two "hello" s and three "bye bye" s.
Haley smiled. Even her black-rimmed glasses couldn't hide the alluring look in her eyes. Her bright red lips curled up. "It's true that you don't know her well, but she knows a lot about her savior."
Luke chuckled. "It's just work. I'm just trying to make a living."
As soon as he said that, Haley's eyes flickered again.
Helpless, Luke decisively took his leave.
He really couldn't stand this beauty.
He really wouldn't have cared if she was just flirting with him.
With his current appearance, he would run into a girl who would hit on him every few days — and that was when he didn't hang out in bars or places of entertainment.
If the frequency of his visits to those nightlife places was a little more normal, then the treatment that he received every few days would become the treatment of three to five people a night.
Unfortunately, Haley's actions were subtle.
A man who thought too much of himself would definitely think that she was hinting at him.
Luke, on the other hand, was a man who was extremely vigilant and capable of Mental Communication. He knew very well that it was just an accident.
This blonde woman was always unconsciously flirting with him. She was the Chinese saying that she was a natural seductress.
Coupled with the bright pink suit she was wearing under her white coat, her big black-rimmed glasses, the briefcase in her hand, and her identity as a psychiatrist, she was too lethal.
If it were the Luke from his previous life, his head would definitely be filled with movie titles like "Forbidden Psycho X" and "Special Psychiatrist Records."
But now, he didn't want to have anything to do with her.
After all … he was too familiar with her, and it would be embarrassing to make a move.
At half past seven in the evening, Luke and Selina finished dinner and were preparing for tonight's event, when his phone rang.
He picked it up, only to see that it was an unfamiliar number. He picked it up. "Who is it?"
His phone was a private number that he used for work, and would be sent to parties involved in certain cases, witnesses, and informants. Thus, he often received calls from unfamiliar numbers.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before a female voice said, "It's me, Jessica."
Luke stopped what he was doing. "Good evening, Miss Jones. How can I help you?"
Jessica asked, "Didn't you want to know about Kilgrave? Now come to my office. "
Luke said, "Okay."
JESSICA got the answer and hung up the phone without saying anything.
Rubbing his chin, Luke thought for a moment, before he said to Selina, who was reading files next to him, "We'll pause the operation tonight. Get some rest."
Selina didn't even raise her head. "Which woman is it this time?"
Luke: "… Jessica Jones, the private detective who likes to hit people."
Selina finally raised her head. "Has she thought it through?"
Luke shrugged. "Don't know. However, if there weren't any new clues, the information she had wouldn't be important. After all, Molly had already said enough. I'll be back around ten in the evening. "
Selina squinted at him. "Are you sure?"
Luke smiled. "I'm sure."
A moment later, Luke walked out of the house in a grayish-black hoodie and a black cap.
Selina watched him leave through the one-way glass in the living room on the second floor. She rolled her eyes and said, "Gold Nugget, let's go."
Lying lazily on the carpet in the living room with its head propped against a small pillow, a certain dog head stared blankly at the porn platform. It turned its head and whimpered.
Selina said, "He said we can rest, but he didn't say we have to."
Gold Nugget got up, and its eyes glowed green. "Whimper?"
Selina said, "When we work alone, we always get a fifty-fifty split, okay?"
Looking at the dog head, which was nodding excitedly, she couldn't help but complain, "It's been three months since Luke taught you the multiplication table, and you still keep getting it wrong. I'm the one who decides how much money you get every time. You can't even count money properly. I really don't know what you need so much money for. "
Gold Nugget lowered its head in shame. "Owww ~"
Selina chuckled and rubbed its head. "Alright, I'm not saying you're stupid. I'm just telling you not to worry so much about money."
Because you're indeed stupid. It doesn't matter if I say it or not. She added insult to injury in her heart, and the two of them went to the basement to change.
On the other side, Luke walked northeast for four blocks and entered an old apartment building near Central Park.
Having looked up Jessica's information, he naturally knew that the pseudonymous law firm was here.
He didn't have the energy to complain about the name of the firm. Or was this Miss Jones trying to openly tell her clients that this firm was just one of her aliases?
He went up to the fourth floor and found an apartment at the end of the corridor. Looking at the paper cover where the glass door should have been, he nodded. This was indeed Miss Jones's style.
Luke knocked on the door, but there was no response.
He wasn't in a hurry. Jessica was inside, but she was in a … rotten state?
That was the only word that suited her.
A moment later, he knocked on the door again, but the person inside still didn't show any intention of getting up.
Luke heaved a sigh and opened the door before he walked in.
Not only was the glass gone, even the lock was broken. This Miss Jones wasn't afraid that someone would sneak in and rob her in the middle of the night.
The living room, which was used as an office, was in a mess. It was obvious that it hadn't been tidied up in a long time.
The only good thing was that there was no leftover fast food garbage, so there wasn't the disgusting smell of food residue.
The most obvious smell in the room was alcohol, and most of the garbage on the floor was empty bottles, which came from … well, vodka. He couldn't help but shake his head.
Looking at Jessica, who was sitting behind her desk with her head propped on her hand and a bottle of wine in her hand, Luke couldn't be bothered to be polite. He simply walked over and sat down on her desk. "Miss Jones, your dinner doesn't seem very nutritious."
Of course, it was very impolite of him. If they weren't acquaintances, it would be very rude.
But for this alcoholic in front of him, Luke felt that manners could be reserved for people who needed it.
Jessica raised her head in a daze and looked at him for a few seconds before she said, "Oh, you're here. Have a seat."
Luke said, "Thank you. I'm already seated. Now, let's get straight to the point, Miss Jones. What do you want to say to me about Kilgrave? "
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