(Thanks to the leader Forest A Stone for his strong support for this book)
The lady who was greeting the parents of everyone on the yacht finally stopped and turned around in surprise.
She was wearing a white dress that was wet and stuck to her body.
His thick black hair was soaked by the sea water and turned into clumps, hanging down in disarray, covering half of his face. However, the exposed face was particularly white.
If the woman hadn't started cursing as soon as she got ashore, Elena might have thought she had encountered some supernatural phenomenon like a sea ghost.
The female painter didn't recognize the person, but Luke was very familiar with him - the unique rhythm and accent of Max, the G-level cake chef, when he raps will leave a deep impression on everyone who has heard it.
It was already late at night, and the beach was only illuminated by dim landscape lights a few dozen meters away.
Max turned around and took a quick look, vaguely seeing two figures leaning against each other.
Margaret? She lay there, completely treated as a piece of trash by Max.
Max walked forward a few meters before he confirmed that the two were a couple.
But as an experienced person, she immediately noticed the subtlety of their postures: emmm~ this posture... I seem to be very familiar with it.
Then, Margaret also woke up in a daze.
Hearing the sound, the cheap sister-in-law looked around blankly.
When Max saw this, he immediately had an expression that said "you're really good, boy."
"Wow~bro, you really know how to have fun." The cake maker, who would forget to release the accelerator once driving, subconsciously winked at Luke.
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Thanks for the compliment. But are you sure this is what you need to care about now?"
"You're right, so can you lend me your cell phone?" The speeding female driver suddenly realized what was going on.
After she finished speaking, the tires in her mind drifted again unconsciously, and she raised her hands to make a gesture of resistance: "Wait, let me make it clear first, I just want to borrow your phone, and I won't pay you with my body."
Luke was speechless and just picked up Elena and put her aside.
Max let out a light cry, and raised his hands to cover his eyes and cheeks as if in shock, but his bright eyes scanned directly to Luke and Elena's lower body through his wide-open fingers.
Then, she murmured in surprise: "I guessed wrong? This is impossible."
Elena's little dress had been pulled back to her knees, and it didn't prove anything whether she was wearing anything underneath or not.
But when Luke went to "get" the picnic supplies, he was dressed neatly in a T-shirt and shorts.
With Max's rich experience in "camping", he was very sure that the shorts were definitely not so low as to allow him to walk his bird, and they were 100% in the right place.
Luke vaguely sensed the mental fluctuations in this guy's mind, but he was not surprised - after all, a female cake maker who didn't drive was not a good Max.
He didn't need to explain, the one-click dressing function in the storage space was so seamless.
Luke casually rummaged through the bag next to him, took out Margaret's cell phone and tossed it to Max.
In recent years, he has been using nano inner armor to replace the functions of his mobile phone and is too lazy to carry a mobile phone for show.
Besides, this is just a formality.
Max answered the phone and stared at Luke for a few seconds with an expression that said "I don't believe I'm seeing things."
Luke smiled in response.
He had experienced the cake maker's tricks countless times before, so how could he be fooled by her
Max finally gave up pursuing the wheel marks, said thank you, and walked more than ten meters away to make a phone call.
The call was brief and ended in less than twenty seconds.
Max came back to return the phone. Margaret had already stood up curiously. She took back her phone and handed over the big towel she was covering herself with: "Wipe off the sea water first, otherwise you will catch a cold easily."
Max looked at Margaret, who was smiling at him in a flattering way, with a strange expression on his face: This girl... Why does she look a bit like Caroline? Well, it was Caroline who first ran to apply for a job at the fast food restaurant, and she had the air of an upper-class, white, rich and beautiful lady.
Fortunately, the cake maker has always been very broad-minded and does not have the habit of hating the rich without saying a word. Besides, she needs a bath towel.
The dress being soaked by the wind was only one of the reasons. What was more important was that the white dress was very transparent after being soaked in water, and it felt more irritating than not wearing it at all.
Fortunately, this guy is helping two people, so he probably won't go crazy and force me to make a double-heart sandwich. The baker muttered this in his heart, but on the surface he thanked Margaret and started talking to her.
There was no way. Luke was still hugging the female painter and whispering. There was no situation of Max imagining that she would go crazy and pounce on him.
What made her even more upset was that Luke only paid attention to what was going on here occasionally.
But the petite woman in his arms had eyes like a scanner, hovering over her "key" curves.
Elena had become much more sober in the past few minutes. When she saw Max's "storm-like" body again, she subconsciously thought of the voluptuous and beautiful female lines in famous paintings.
Relatively speaking, art is a little more important than Luke.
What’s more important is that Luke can see it often, but the scene before him may not be seen again.
Not only that, she also naturally asked a professional human flesh surveyor in a low voice while looking at it: "Is this scale... F or G?"
Luke: "G, we're not far from H."
Elena made a small sound of "tsk tsk". "And I feel it is pure-genuine. This talent... is too crazy."
Luke shrugged in agreement.
In fact, there are many female players in Europe and the United States who can reach G or even H, but those who are not obese and are purely natural are still very few.
If this woman has a face comparable to Margaret's, she would definitely be a rare sight.
To put it another way, if Margaret had Max's G-level strength, there would be several times more men chasing after her - after all, Margaret herself is already a billionaire, rich and beautiful woman.
Elena's painterly scan gave Max an illusion: Could it be that he had encountered a murderous gang of psychopaths? Or a husband-and-wife team? Wait, maybe there should be a third villain to help push the ass
Margaret didn't notice the sympathy in the baker's eyes when he turned to her: Others eat while you watch, this is a kind of tragedy in life. Well, Caroline is also familiar with this.
Thinking of this, Max felt more familiar with Margaret and simply started chatting with her in a low voice.
Margaret really didn't have too many guarded feelings, and basically answered whatever was asked - of course, she couldn't say anything because Luke had psychologically hinted that she couldn't tell anyone else.
Max heard a lot about the three people's situations, but it was basically public information that could be found by spending some money, so it was like asking in vain.
Two minutes later, the secondary clone with Chris Evans' handsome face appeared on the beach, and she had no time to continue to trick her naive sister-in-law.
Max has always been direct and unrestrained in his actions.
Seeing that her boyfriend came to support her, she immediately ran over and jumped up, using her double peaks to pierce her brain, paying her boyfriend's service fee in advance.