Super Detective in the Fictional World

(Thanks to Allied Chunky Lunchmeat for supporting the book)

The billet calmly caught the "heavy bombardment" and came over with the cake baker in his arms, nodding to Ben, "Thank you. I'm Chris Evans, how about we talk sometime?"

Luke smiled and nodded, "Luke Coulson, when you get a chance, that's no problem."

The billet dug in his pocket and a business card appeared in his hand, then flexed his fingers and the card flew in front of Ben, "Here's my contact information. I'll be busy for a while later, so I won't talk much."

Luke caught the business card lightly and waved goodbye, "Okay, good luck."

The billet waved likewise, "You too." Then he turned on his back and headed east down the coast with Max on his back.

After singing the oboe in front of the three women, the curiosity of the two women on Ben's side of the table rose: "This guy is so handsome."

"Nice muscle tone, too."

"Well, it's like he's no worse than Luke."

"Luke isn't as strong as him, he needs to be leaner, ah~" Eleanor who uttered the treacherous comment was hugged back by someone again, and the blush that had only faded some quickly came back to her face.

But Margaret was there, and she didn't dare make a fuss, so she could barely keep her expression on, her dark hands desperately twisting Luke's arms to keep him from moving.

The poor painter didn't know that Luke dared to do so, of course, using his mental ability to mildly seduce his cheap sister-in-law.

At the moment Margaret's attention was mostly on the departing cake maker and the billet, and would never have noticed the underhandedness between her best friend and her best friend.

Of course Luke had done it on purpose, and Eleanor had the nerve to say she wasn't strong? Then let her experience for herself what she was strong in.

Eleanor's mind was growing more and more foggy, and in her ears came Margaret's question, "That woman's pecs are so developed, I wish I could be half as strong as her."

"Where do you think they're going? It won't be camping like us, will it?"

"Hey, is there any more wine? I need it to soothe my wounded pride."

Eleanor could only hmmm intermittently a couple of times, and then listen to Luke fooling around with his silly best friend, and her mind couldn't help but recall what she had said to someone in Paris when she had scolded him - your hair please beep beep beep!

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Max pressed her face against Luke's shoulder, her strong muscles giving her a super-secure feeling that made her sigh with contentment .

After walking a hundred meters or so, she suddenly realized that they were heading towards the sea and wondered, "Wait, what do you want? You don't want to have a go at the sea, do you? The water's cold."

Luke casually slapped the sunken pad of flesh he was holding up, "You wish. I'll take you for revenge, wait a minute, be serious, better be a little murderous."

Max was startled, "Revenge? Is it..."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she felt her body fly up, over his head, and then get caught and put down.

She then came from behind Luke to the front, but under her butt was a somewhat unusual looking jet ski.

Before she could ask any further questions, Luke jumped on the jet ski as well, controlling the motorboat's steering handle with one hand and cradling her in his arms with the other, "Here we are, it would be a shame to take you straight home."

Max was horrified, "Aren't you satisfied with one of my mothers?"

Luke huh, the motorboat started up and headed straight east.

The hand around her waist tilted in a smooth motion, holding on to a firmer grip.

Max even conceded, "Okay, I'm sorry, spare me the most outstanding merit, and you can do whatever you want later."

Luke: "...then later on you'll play the gang leader woman and be fierce."

Max puffs out his chest subconsciously, "So?"

Luke: "...forget it, you're better off playing the gang leader's woman."

Max: "Ah, are you the proverbial gang leader? Don't do it, it's a dangerous business to be in New York now, you'd rather be the rich, big kaiju and maintain me for the long haul."

Luke chuckled and pressed his chin against her head, "You still believe me when I say it's an act, don't worry, I'm a serious businessman."

Max hesitated, but chose to believe the obvious bullshit.

What serious businessman would come running to her in the middle of the night from time to time? And often the next day during the day and still not working, asking him what business he's in is a trade secret.

This looks like a big fucking bad guy who sells illegal drugs!

As for the point that he was determined not to allow her to touch any more prohibited drugs, including weed, it also fit well with the Taoist rule of selling goods without touching them.

But...what could she do?

This was a man who was genuinely nice to her, though never directly giving her money...well, packing up cupcakes didn't count, that was serious business.

Neither did making her a whole bunch of cupcakes every now and then, that was her lost wages.

The amenities he was fixing up in her and Caroline's shared apartment, the added or homemade cake tools and household items, the occasional brunch delivered by courier, were changing her and Caroline's gray life little by little.

While not as bright and golden as it was before Caroline's bankruptcy, life was full of sunshine and money, but it was like a dark room with light coming through all the time.

It makes Max sure that his life will slowly move towards the light.

So, even if he was a dealer who could become a handicapped person at any moment, Max admitted it.

Emmm~ Besides him, besides him, where could she find a skilled and physically strong handsome man to maintain her body.

Feeling Max's mental waves, Luke didn't say much.

Maybe after today, it was time for the cake baker to be upgraded to a bakery owner.

From the moment they met, Max and Caroline had had weird luck.

Both girls had been experiencing all kinds of unexplained bad luck, and then the money they'd made would "disappear" for equally unexplained reasons.

Luke even ran some tests where they "made" $10,000 over a period of time, for example.

As a result, some guy who had eaten their cake suddenly got sick in the store, and the cause was a bacterial infection.

The bacteriological testing in that stupid fast food restaurant was absolutely no good, so they had to settle and the $10,000 was gone.

Luke didn't step in.

Because it was just a test, and similar cases are common.

The money this kind of thing with Max and Caroline, is a kind of "east side of the light is not bright," the inevitable law, and are not others deliberately set up.

Luke and do not want to get rich overnight" this kind of thing, that is really too testing people's hearts.

Sisters for money to turn the other cheek, such as get rich syndrome, no need to let it happen, even if the probability is very low.

Moreover, the two women's attitude towards money is very normal, that is, it is good to be rich, better to be rich, but not rich is no big deal.

Until he understood their weird luck, he simply provided supplies to improve their quality of life.

In this way, Max and Caroline were rather like some celebrities who were restricted from spending, with pockets that were clean and slippery from time to time and a quality of life that was no worse than middle class.

As time went on, Luke had also come to a pattern.

As long as the money doesn't go to their account, bad luck doesn't happen.

Luke estimated that these two are probably cursed by some comic book "poor god" - even in his cosmic intelligence database, there is no news of the existence of such "god".