A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

"Ms. Valeries lives in room V102."

"Thank you."

Lu Ke thanked the nurse, put his sunglasses back on, and walked towards room V102.

The nurse watched Lu Ke's departing figure, sighed, and looked at her colleague with some disappointment: "If this news had been sold to the media, we could have gotten five thousand dollars in informant fees."

My colleague chuckled and joked, "And then we'll both be fired tomorrow."

The entrance to ward V102.

Through the glass in the upper part of the door, Lu Ke saw a beautiful figure standing by the window inside.

Push door.

Hearing the door open, Rachel turned around at the window and looked at Luke as he walked in, a faint smile on her face.

Luke looked at Rachel Willerliss, who was standing by the window and had turned around. The stunning beauty she evoked made him raise an eyebrow.

A striking head of long, golden hair, bathed in the setting sun outside the window, seemed to shimmer with sunlight as it gently swayed over Rachel Willerlis's shoulders.

Her eyes were bright and deep, like the blue ocean, full of wisdom and passion.

Especially when she smiles, her eyes seem to sparkle, making them irresistible.

Luke took three seconds to look away from Rachel Willellis's stunning face and greeted her with a smile.

"hello."

"hello."

Wearing a simple white T-shirt and knee-length frayed denim shorts, which accentuated her stunning upper body while also showcasing her naturally wide hips and slender waist, Rachel responded with a smile.

"Is there anything wrong with the checkup?"

"Have."

Luke raised an eyebrow and looked at Rachel: "What's the problem?"

Rachel smiled at Luke: "I watched the press conference this morning. You said you wanted to go on a date with me, is that true?"

Luke also smiled as he looked at Rachel.

"Then do you agree?"

"Maybe."

Rachel shrugged and said, "You can try, maybe I'll agree."

Luke's lips curled up in a smile.

“That’s not a definite answer, Ms. Villeris.”

"Are you asking for my confession, FBI Deputy Director Lu?"

"Maybe!"

Luke learned from Rachel's answer.

Learn now and use it now.

The words fell.

Luke's fierce, fiery eyes, like those of a lion, met Rachel's captivating blue eyes, like a blue ocean.

the next day!

Federal Building.

A group of offices.

Jack arrived at work early, holding a freshly brewed coffee in one hand and today's Los Angeles entertainment newspaper in the other. He sat down at his desk with a satisfied smile, took a sip of coffee, and then unfolded the newspaper to see if there was any news worth gossiping about today.

Jack's gaze was instantly fixed on the headline on the front page of the unfolded newspaper, and on a photograph on it, leaving him staring blankly.

next second.

There was a pop.

Jack spat out all the coffee he was drinking, spraying it all over the newspaper in front of him.

"Shet!"

Jack sprang up from his seat and hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe up the spilled coffee.

Debbie, who had just walked in from outside, seemed unfazed by the scene.

"Jack, how many times have I told you not to watch funny jokes with something in your mouth?"

"I do not……"

"Alright, stop explaining, just hurry up and wipe it."

Debbie didn't want to hear Jack's explanation, so she grabbed a tissue from her desk and threw it at Jack.

Earl walked in at that moment, holding a cup of coffee. He looked at the scene and then at Debbie: "Was he watching the spectacle while drinking his coffee again?"

Debbie shrugged: "Obviously."

Earl said "Oh," and looked at Jack as well: "You really should change this habit."

Jack snapped back to reality and slammed his right hand on the table with a loud bang: "Boss slept with that Rachel last night."

The words fell.

Just as Debbie was about to sit down, take out her nail clippers, and trim her nails, she suddenly looked up at Jack standing opposite her: "What?"

Earl stopped and looked at Jack: "How did you know?"

Jack picked up the entertainment newspaper he had just sprayed all over with his right hand: "See for yourself."

The two women looked at the front page of the entertainment newspaper that Jack was holding.

The much-anticipated follow-up: FBI Deputy Director Luke and a CBS morning news anchor!!!

Along with this large and bold title, below is a candid photo that has been magnified several times.

into the eye.

Next to an Audi A8, Luke and Rachel are walking hand in hand, with their backs to the camera, toward a two-story detached house with a pale yellow exterior.

It was mentioned in the newspapers as well.

This house is the residence of FBI Deputy Director Luke. Reporters who staked out the place overnight confirmed that Luke and Rachel returned home at 5 p.m. last night and did not leave the house until 6:30 a.m. this morning.

What does this mean?

A lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room, late at night.

Were they rehearsing their lines in the bedroom?

obviously.

They must have done something.

But who did whom is unknown, and those reporters wouldn't dare to spy on the bedroom affairs of an FBI deputy director of operations.

Debbie and Earl exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised.

Jack too.

"hiss!"

Jack gasped, muttering to himself with a bewildered expression.

"Wait a minute, isn't it supposed to be that you can only sleep together on the third date? How come the boss slept with her on the first date? That doesn't make sense."

"That's scientific."

Luke walked in from outside, looking refreshed and even carrying a faint scent of women's fragrance. He overheard Jack's words and looked up at Jack, saying, "Saving Rachel the day before yesterday counts as one date, picking Rachel up yesterday afternoon counts as the second date, and going home tonight counts as the third date. So, it's very logical."

Jack's eyes widened: "Can dating be calculated like that?"

Luke shrugged: "I don't know, but that's what Rachel explained it to be."

Jack opened his mouth: "Then why didn't the people I dated before say that?"

Lu Ke thought for a moment, then looked at Jack, who had become somewhat thinner and had a more submissive demeanor, and organized his thoughts: "Perhaps the people you've been dating have a poor sense of time."

Jack grasped at this as if it were a lifeline: "Is that so, boss?"

Luke's lips twitched, then he nodded with a serious expression: "That's right, Rachel is a host, so her sense of time is stronger than other women."

no way.

Only you can care about your own subordinates.

Again.

When Lu Ke recruits subordinates, he doesn't look at their abilities, but only at their loyalty.

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal.

For Lu Ke, there was no need to cultivate such subordinates.

But Jack...

Loyalty level MAX.

As for strength?

If you're not good enough, you can improve.

“Starting today, every afternoon, go to the safe house, boil a pot of ‘strengthening tendons and bones soup,’ soak in it for an hour, and then you can go home.”

"what!"

"Once it's ready, I guarantee your next date will be much more punctual."

"really?"

Jack's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Then I'll go!"

really.

Sexual desire is the primal driving force of males.

Lu Ke thought to himself.