Chapter 1552 - Watching the Show, Gift, and Rest

Chapter 1552: Watching the Show, Gift, and Rest

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

One side of the road was blocked by trees, but the side that was next to the river was wide open, and they could see the Brooklyn Bridge several hundred meters away.

They saw that a section of the bridge had been completely blocked off by police cars on both ends.

Helicopters buzzed through the air every now and then as they searched the river. Some of them had the word “FBI” on them, while some had a TV station logo on them.

Clearly, a lot of reporters were here to grab news.

Max craned her head and took out a pair of binoculars from the glove box.

She had said that she wanted to watch the show, so Luke had put the toy inside.

Most people in the world had a thing for snooping.

There was nothing wrong in giving her something small like this.

Excitedly looking through the binoculars, Max began a running commentary. “Wow, what a huge commotion. There are dozens of cops on the bridge… Hm, those people are… CSU? What do they do?”

Luke said, “It’s the Crime Scene Investigation Unit – they collect evidence.”

As he spoke, he pulled up the brake and reached under his seat. He then took out a large gift box from his inventory.

Excited, Max mumbled, “I wonder what kind of suspect it is. Will the roof of your car hold up?”

Luke poked her with his finger. “Can you take this?”

Max tumed around and gaped when she saw the gift box. “Holy sh*t! Is this… a Valentine’s gift?”

Luke quickly denied it. “No, I just think it suits you. Actually, I should’ve brought it last time, but I forgot.”

It really wasn’t a Valentine’s gift. He couldn’t acknowledge it as such.

Once this holiday gift thing started, it wouldn’t end.

After all, he was a very fair person. If he gave one person a gift, wouldn’t he have to do so with the others?

He would feel uncomfortable if he didn’t, and it might become a common thing that he couldn’t skip out on every year. Wouldn’t that be asking for trouble?

‘The money he spent wasn’t important. The important thing was that he had to be diligent when it came to gifts for the holiday.

If he bought something and didn’t put in as much effort as he usually did, it would have the opposite effect.

‘Max was just the simplest of the issue.

Jenny used to be a rich heiress, and was now an overbearing female CEO. It was hard to show her sincerity with a gift, which was Hard mode.

Elena was an artist. Sometimes, her thought processes were even harder to fathom than the female CEO’s, and giving her a gift required novelty, which was Hell mode.

So, he never celebrated Valentine’s day with anyone. At most, he spent some time with them before and after the holiday.

Max completely ignored his words and laughed. “Apart from receiving study materials from the nerd next door when I was eight, nobody else has ever given me a proper Valentine’s gift. Hm, is it an electric toy? Or 12 lollipop flavors?”

Luke: … Fine, he wouldn’t ruin her dream.

Most people took a beating when they first entered society, but Max had been beaten down since she was a kid.

If it wasn’t for her extraordinary open-mindedness, it wouldn’t be strange if she had become the female version of Jack Bode.

She stared at the gift box. “Can I open it?”

Luke said, “You can put it on right now. It’s warm enough in the car. You won’t catch a cold.”

Max tumed around in shock. “Is this some leather get-up…”

Luke laughed and pinched her face. “In your dreams! If I really bought that, you can only wear it in your room.”

Max nodded and quickly opened the box.

She then picked up a white dress from the box. “Wow, this thing is… cool.”

Luke almost laughed out loud.

Most of the time, this brash young lady was full of obscenities.

But every now and then, when she encountered “luxurious items” that exceeded her understanding, she would be like, “Unfortunately, I’m uneducated and can’t say anything.”

She didn’t know much about luxury clothes, but she had recently picked up a fashion magazine that a customer had dropped, and it did have a section on this dress.

To put it simply, a renowned actress 50 years ago had worn a similar dress that became her trademark.1

‘What Luke had given Max wasn’t custom-made, and wasn’t especially expensive.

But what delighted Max was that she had casually mentioned it a few days ago.

The reason she liked it, apart from the fact that the dress was really beautiful, was probably because the sexy female star had the same “outstanding traits.”

She examined the dress for a moment, and was tempted. “Just you wait.” She squeezed into the backseat.

Luke smiled and turned up the temperature in the car.

Two minutes later, she returned to the front seat. “What do you think?”

Luke lowered the driver’s seat and nodded in satisfaction. “It really suits you.”

Max was also very pleased as she rubbed her unrestrained bosom and felt under her ribs for a moment. “It’s nice and cool on the sides.”

She touched her lower abdomen. “It’s a little cold here.”

Luke chuckled. “That’s why the air-con is so hot.”

Max shifted to sit in his lap. “I’m very satisfied with this gift. Boy, do you want a reward?”

Luke blinked. “Carry on, don’t stop.”

Max placed her hands on the seat behind his head. “Is that so?”

‘As she spoke, she slowly lowered her head.

Her lips were warm and soft, but Luke was already looking past Max’s smooth shoulder to Brooklyn Bridge in the distance.

His tense state from the battle between the Joker and the Dark Knight tonight gradually disappeared.

It had been quite a tiring performance.

Close combat, which looked bloody and cruel, was actually the easiest to perform and not worth mentioning.

For Luke, who was gradually getting used to triple-mode operation, the battle between the two clones was nothing more than “standard procedure’; it was about the same as an ordinary person doing two different movements with both hands in tandem.

‘With Muscle Control and his mastery of combat skills, it had the effect of the two clones acting out some sort of kungfu movie.

‘The more difficult task had been to completely control the Joker’s expressions and tone.

Ina kungfu flick, the fighters’ expressions were replaced or cut.

As for the Joker’s live performance tonight, it had to pass in one take without any mistakes.

From the looks of it, it had worked.

The truly tiring and most exhausting thing had been deliberately leaving behind some of the Joker’s blood, hair and skin tissue on the bridge..