(Thanks to the leader Zheng Luncheon Meat for his strong support for this book)
The clone calmly received this "heavy bomb", walked over with the cake maker in his arms, and nodded to the original body: "Thank you. My name is Chris Evans. How about we chat when we are free?"
Luke smiled and nodded: "Luke Coulson, if there is a chance, then no problem."
The clone reached into his pocket and a business card appeared in his hand. He flicked his finger and the business card flew in front of the original. "Here is my contact information. I will be busy for a while, so I won't talk much."
Luke took the card deftly and waved goodbye: "Okay, good luck."
The clone also waved: "You too." Then he turned around with Max on his back and headed east along the coastline.
After performing a duet in front of the three women, the two women on my side became curious: "This guy is so handsome."
"The muscle lines are nice too."
"Well, it seems that he is no worse than Luke."
"Luke is not as strong as him. He should be thinner. Ah~" Elena, who said such treasonous words, was hugged back by someone again. The blush that had just faded away quickly returned to her face.
But with Margaret beside her, she didn't dare to make a fuss. She could only maintain her expression and twisted Luke's arm with both hands in the dark to prevent him from moving.
The poor female painter didn't know that Luke dared to do this because he used his mental ability to slightly induce his cheap sister-in-law.
At this moment, Margaret's attention was basically on the cake maker and his clone who had left, and she would not notice the secret affair between her best friend and her good friend at all.
Of course Luke did it on purpose. How dare Elena say that she is not strong? Then let her experience for herself where she is strong.
Elena's mind became more and more confused, and she heard Margaret's question in her ear: "That woman's pectoral muscles are so developed, I wish I could have half as much as hers."
"Where do you think they are going? Are they camping like us?"
"Hey, is there any more wine? I need it to soothe my wounded pride."
Elena could only hum intermittently while listening to Luke fooling his naive girlfriend. She couldn't help but recall the time when she was in Paris and cursed someone with that sentence - your hair is so messed up!
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Max put her face on Luke's shoulder. His strong muscles gave her a strong sense of security, and she sighed with satisfaction.
After walking more than a hundred meters, she suddenly found that the two were walking towards the sea. She couldn't help but wonder: "Wait, what do you want to do? You don't want to have sex in the sea? The water is very cold."
Luke casually slapped the heavy meat pad he was holding up, "You wish. I'll take you to get revenge. Be serious later, and it's better to be a little murderous."
Max was stunned: "Revenge? Could it be..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her body flying up, passing over his head, and then being caught and released.
At this time, she came to the front from behind Luke, and under her butt was a jet ski with a somewhat special shape.
Before she could continue asking questions, Luke jumped onto the motorboat, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and held her in his arms with the other hand: "Since you're here, it would be a pity to send you home directly."
Max was horrified: "Aren't you satisfied with just me?"
Luke haha, started the motorboat and headed straight to the east.
The hand around her waist tilted slightly and held her more firmly.
Max quickly admitted his mistake: "Okay, I was wrong. Let me go of my most outstanding advantage. You can do whatever you want later."
Luke: "... Then you will play the role of the female gang leader, and you must be fierce."
Max subconsciously puffed out his chest: "Like this?"
Luke: "... Forget it, you should just play the role of the gang boss's woman."
Max: "Ah, are you the legendary gang leader? Forget it. It's very dangerous to do this business in New York now. You'd better be the rich guy and keep me for a long time."
Luke smiled and pressed her head with his chin: "You still believe me when I tell you it's just acting? Don't worry, I'm a serious businessman."
Max hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe this obviously nonsense.
What decent businessman would come to see her in the middle of the night from time to time? Moreover, he often did not go to work the next day. Asking him what business he was doing was a trade secret.
No matter how you look at it, he looks like a bad guy selling illegal drugs!
As for the fact that he firmly refused to allow her to touch any illegal drugs, including weed, it was also in line with the rule of the underworld that sellers should not touch the goods.
But...what can she do
This was a man who was truly kind to her, even though he had never given her money directly... Well, the money for packing the cupcakes didn't count, that was a legitimate business.
Making a bunch of cakes for her every now and then doesn’t count, that’s her lost wages.
The living facilities in the apartment she and Caroline shared that he had repaired one after another, the cake tools and household items he had purchased or made himself, and the occasional brunch that was delivered by express delivery were changing her and Caroline's gloomy lives bit by bit.
Although her life was not filled with sunshine and the golden light of money like before Caroline went bankrupt, it was like the light that penetrated into a dark room at all times.
This made Max believe that his life would slowly get brighter.
So, even though he was a trafficker who could become disabled at any time, Max accepted it.
Emmm~Besides him, where else could she find a handsome guy with superb skills and strong physical strength to take care of her body
Feeling Max's mental fluctuations, Luke didn't say much.
Maybe after today, the baker should be upgraded to a cake shop owner.
Max and Caroline's luck has been weird since they met.
The two women often encountered all kinds of inexplicable bad luck, and then the money they earned would "disappear" for the same inexplicable reasons.
Luke even did some tests, such as allowing them to "earn" $10,000 in a period of time.
As a result, someone who ate their cake suddenly fell ill in the store, and the cause of the illness was a bacterial infection.
The bacteria test at that shabby fast food restaurant definitely wouldn’t pass, so in the end I had to settle it privately, and ten thousand dollars was gone just like that.
Luke did not show up.
Because this is just a test and similar situations are not uncommon.
For Max and Caroline, losing money is just an inevitable law of "when things get dark in one place, there will be another," and it is not a deliberate trap set by others.
Luke didn't want to create something like "getting rich overnight" because that would be too much of a test for people's hearts.
There is no need to allow the get-rich-quick syndrome, such as sisters falling out over money, to happen, even if the probability is very low.
Besides, these two women have a normal attitude towards money, that is, making money is good, making a lot of money is even better, but not making money is no big deal.
Before he figured out their strange luck, he simply provided them with supplies to improve their quality of life.
In this way, Max and Caroline's life is like that of some stars whose consumption is restricted. Their pockets are always empty, but their quality of life is no worse than that of the middle class.
After a long time, Luke also summed up a pattern.
That is, as long as the money does not arrive in their accounts, bad things will not happen.
Luke estimated that these two might have been cursed by some Marvel "God of Poverty" - even in his cosmic intelligence library, there was no news of the existence of such a "god".