A 20-year-old young girl legally obtained huge profits by relying on her personal ability and without relying too much on her family's power.
This can quickly build confidence in "making money", and it can also resist the temptation of money and reduce the possibility of making mistakes. This is actually similar to some of Luke's operations.
These thoughts flashed quickly, and Luke looked at Elena and laughed: Seeing Lindsay's operation, it doesn't seem difficult to make a painter rich.
He put his mouth next to her ear: "Don't worry, you are still accumulating your studies, and I believe you will hold an art exhibition one day. Besides, that Monroe is already forty years old."
Elena was happy at first, and then she couldn't help laughing, and slapped him lightly: "Nonsense, Monroe is only thirty years old, how can he be as old as you said."
Margaret, a cute little widow, also echoed: "Yes, he is our senior, and he has not graduated for a few years."
Compared with Lindsay, Luke's attitude towards Margaret was much more casual, and he said with a smile: "No way, the world is so unfair, he is prematurely aging. Unlike you, the younger you live. Elena can't imitate him"
Margaret laughed happily: "Ah, really? You think so too."
Luke was stunned: "Also?"
Margaret: "Harry always said that, and said she was envious of me."
Elena burst out laughing, laying her face on Luke's shoulder, shaking her body.
Luke barely kept the muscles on his face from twitching, and slowly grinned, letting it just show a reasonable smile: "Well, so you agree on this advantage."
Hearing this, Yi Lianna's body trembled even faster, and a burst of loud laughter could no longer be suppressed, and it came out of her mouth.
Margaret was at a loss: "Irina, why are you smiling so happily all of a sudden? Did you think of anything funny?"
Yi Lianna shook her head in pain, feeling as if she had been pushed into a laughing switch, she couldn't bear it anymore.
As long as she thought of Margaret's smug look just now, she couldn't control her smile.
You silly boy, those words are clearly saying that the more you live, the more childish you are, you are still having fun there! Elena complained in her heart.
The point is, the mantra that Margaret often talks about on weekdays is "I have grown up", just like the tone of a primary school student telling an adult "I am already in the second grade".
Comparing the two, Irina couldn't bear it.
The stupid and cute Margaret didn't know that she had become a pistachio, and continued to chat with Luke, talking about herself.
Her scope of activities is very small. These things are not related to her sister, or get along with teachers and classmates in school.
She also possesses certain characteristics of an artist—for example, she lacks social common sense in her mind, and she has no willingness to learn.
But she was very lucky, and many unlucky things turned into comedies or farces in her eyes for no reason.
For example, a classmate wanted to pursue her, but in the end she used the roses she sent as a prop for the class's still life sketch. She also sincerely thanked the unlucky guy.
Another example is that a teacher thought carefully and wanted to use the excuse of teaching privately to hook up with this simple and beautiful little widow. In the end, she thought that the teacher was dedicated to her work, and asked several classmates to go to the small class together.
The classmates were very clear about her innocence, and immediately knew what the teacher was up to, decisively disturbed the water, and even helped her sue the teacher. The wretched teacher was soon dismissed.
Of course, Margaret herself did not know the truth about these things.
But Elena knew a lot, so she interjected a few words and made Luke understand what was wrong with a little hint, which was also very funny.
This... seems to be a daughter of destiny.
She was ignorantly married to gang boss William when she was just in college, but she really liked her.
Then William got into trouble with Rebecca unfortunately, and immediately got cold, and a large inheritance fell on Margaret's head.
It has only been half a year since she transferred to the new school, and many classmates have acted as her protectors, and there is also a powerful and shrewd older sister, Harley, who has been protecting her.
In this way, she has been living happily and quietly, a proper template for a winner in life.
After chatting for a while, the time was getting late, the three got up and found Lindsay to say goodbye.
Margaret called Harley obediently, saying that Luke and Elena would take her home together, and then she was allowed to leave the art exhibition.
Harley was worried about going out alone without someone she trusted.
It's not that Margaret has the strange attribute of being a road idiot, but that she is too easy to believe what other people say, and if she fails, she will be abducted.
Luke and the two dutifully sent the one-hundred-pound child into the house before going downstairs to leave.
Margaret threw away her bag and high heels, ran to the window, looked at the Ford car downstairs and started to leave, a little bit reluctantly: "Hey, it's fun to follow them, I really want to stay with them for a while."
It's a pity that she was specially told by Harley not to disturb the two-person world of Luke and Elena all the time.
Margaret is just simple, not really stupid.
She knew that during this holiday, it was not bad for someone to spend more than two hours with her single dog.
Many couples will get tired of being together for a whole day at this time, without even going out.
She was suddenly a little envious: "Hey, I really want to have a boyfriend. It's better to be gentler, handsomer, and tougher..."
Saying this, Luke's figure could not help appearing in her mind, overlapping with the person in her imagination.
For a while, she stood barefoot in front of the window, without moving for a long time.
click.
The door opened, and Harry walked in a little tiredly.
She threw the keys in her hand into the key bowl, took off her coat and purse, hung them on the coat rack in the hall, put on comfortable slippers and walked into the living room.
She was not surprised to see her younger sister standing in a daze by the window.
Margaret, a person who has been obsessed with art for a long time, has such a state of distraction, or a state of contemplation, which is very normal.
Harry went to wash up and came out with a cup of hot coffee.
When I got to Margaret's side, I looked at her eyes, and there were only endless streets and cars there.
Harry took a sip of his coffee before softly asking, "What are you thinking?"
Margaret subconsciously said, "Luke."
There was a silence in the room.
After a while, Margaret was taken aback for a moment, turned her head slowly, saw Harley who was leisurely drinking coffee, and jumped out with a wow: "You, you... why are you back?"
"It's off work, where can I go if I don't come back." Harry said calmly, "If Luke has anything to think about, he and Elena will take you back in the afternoon."
Margaret blinked her big eyes, and then nodded hesitantly after a moment: "Well, well, there is nothing to think about."
Harry sighed: "Envious?"
Margaret: "Huh?"