Super Detective in the Fictional World

2152 Side Story: Party Experience 5

The lady, who had been cursing out the parents of the people on the yacht, finally stopped and turned around in astonishment.

Her wet white dress clung to her body.

Her thick black hair was a mess as it covered half of her especially fair face.

If the woman hadn’t cursed the moment she came ashore, Elena might’ve thought that she had encountered some supernatural thing like a female ghost in the ocean.

The female artist didn’t know who she was, but Luke was all too familiar with the sassy speech of this G-cup baker, Max.

It was already late at night, and the closest lights were dozens of meters away.

Max turned around and saw two figures leaning against each other.

Margaret? With her just lying there, Max treated her like a pile of junk.

Max walked forward a few meters before she confirmed that they were a couple.

But as someone with an experienced eye, she immediately sensed the subtleties in their postures. Hm… this position… looked very familiar to her.

Then, Margaret woke up in a daze.

Hearing the noise, this cheap sister-in-law looked around blankly.

Seeing that, Max immediately got a “kid, you’re good” expression on her face.

“Wow, bro, you sure know how to have fun.” The baker winked at Luke.

Luke didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Thank you for the compliment, but are you sure that’s what you should be worrying about now?”

“You’re right. Can you lend me your phone?” Max came back to her senses.

The gears in her head started moving again, and she raised her hands defensively. “Wait, let me make it clear first: I’m only borrowing your phone. I won’t compensate you with my body.”

Lost for words, Luke put Elena on the side.

Max exclaimed and covered her face as if in shock, but she peeked at Luke and Elena with bright eyes through her fingers.

Then, she murmured in surprise, “I guessed wrong? That’s impossible.”

Elena’s dress had already been pulled back down to her knees; there was no way to tell whether she was wearing anything underneath.

The T-shirt and shorts that Luke was wearing, however, were neat and tidy.

Given Max’s abundant ‘camping’ experience, she could confirm that those shorts definitely weren’t pulled down low enough.

Luke vaguely sensed her mental fluctuations, and wasn’t surprised; she wouldn’t be Max otherwise.

There was no need for him to explain that was just how flawlessly the inventory functioned.

Taking out Margaret’s phone from his bag, Luke tossed it to Max.

He had been using the call function on his nanosuit for the past few years, and was too lazy to carry a phone.

In any case, this was just a passing thing.

Max caught the phone and stared at Luke for a few seconds, as if to say, “I don’t believe I saw wrongly.”

Luke smiled.

He was too familiar with the baker’s tricks. How could he be intimidated by her?

Max finally gave up on this train of thought. She thanked him and made a call ten meters away.

The call was very brief and ended in less than 20 seconds.

Max returned the phone, but Margaret had already gotten up curiously. She took back her phone and handed over the towel she had been wearing. “Dry yourself first, or you might catch a cold.”

Looking at Margaret, who was wearing an eager-to-please smile, Max got a strange expression on her face. Why did this person… seem a little like Caroline, when the latter first applied for a job at the diner? She had the air of a socialite about her.

Thankfully, the baker had always been open-minded and wasn’t in the habit of hating the rich for no reason. Besides, she did need a towel.

Her wet dress was one of the reasons. More importantly, the white dress was very transparent after it got wet, which was even more stimulating than if she wasn’t wearing anything.

Fortunately, this guy had two girls with him, and probably wouldn’t go crazy and want a double sandwich. Even as Max muttered to herself inwardly, she thanked Margaret on the surface and chatted with her.

It couldn’t be helped. Luke was still whispering to the female artist, and wasn’t acting as unrestrained as Max had imagined.

What was even more annoying was that Luke only paid attention to this side every now and then.

On the other hand, the eyes of the petite woman in his arms were like a scanner as they lingered on Max’s ‘key’ curves.

Elena was now completely sober. Looking at Max’s body, which looked on the verge of spilling out, she subconsciously thought of the full-bodied women in famous paintings.

For her, art was still a little more important than Luke.

More importantly, Luke could look, and this wasn’t a scene he might necessarily see again.

Not only that, Elena even asked this person whose job it was to ‘survey’ in a low voice, “This size… Is it an F or G?”

Luke said, “G, and not far from H.”

Elena clicked her tongue. “Also, I think they’re the real deal. This… is excessive.”

Luke shrugged in agreement.

In fact, there were a lot of women in Europe and America who could reach G or even H, but very few were ‘natural’ or weren’t fat.

If this woman had a face on par with Margaret’s, she would definitely be rare.

To put it another way, if Margaret had Max’s G-cup, the number of men chasing her would be several times more — it had to be pointed out that Margaret was already a rich young socialite.

The way Elena scrutinized her gave Max the illusion that she had run into some psycho killer gang. They were even a couple. Wait, maybe they had a third partner who was the patsy?

Margaret didn’t notice the sympathy in the baker’s eyes at all. You can only watch someone reap the spoils. Hm, that was something Caroline was very familiar with.

Thinking this, Max felt even closer to Margaret, and simply chatted with her in a low voice.

Margaret really wasn’t on guard. She basically just responded to whatever she was asked — of course, that didn’t include things that Luke had mentally hinted she shouldn’t talk about.

Max found out a lot about the three of them, but it was basically public information that could be dug out with some money.

Two minutes later, the Level 2 clone with Chris Evans’s handsome face appeared on the beach. Max didn’t have time to continue asking Luke’s silly sister-in-law questions.

Max had always been straightforward and unrestrained in her actions.

Seeing that her boyfriend had arrived, she immediately ran over and jumped on him.