A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Lu Ke shook his head, smiling without saying a word.

"correct."

Rachel's gaze fell on the suitcase Luke had just pushed in. She refilled Luke's glass with bourbon and said thoughtfully, "What's inside...?"

Luke didn't hide it from Rachel: "The spoils of war."

Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"How to deal with it."

"It's up to you."

"Row."

Rachel nodded upon hearing this, saying nothing more, and watched as Clarice was led in by Lorna, who had gone to open the door.

Lorna led Clarice, who had followed behind her, into the living room.

"Mr. Dane."

Clarice looked at Luke, who was standing behind the bar, dressed in a suit and exuding an aura even stronger than his 1.8-meter height, and took a deep breath: "Can I talk to you alone?"

Lu Ke nodded upon hearing this.

"can."

"Thank you."

"Go to the study."

When it comes to discussing business, the study is a more formal place.

Things have always been the same.

The entrance to the study on the second floor.

Lu Ke pushed open the study door, went in first, and turned on the study light.

Clarice followed closely behind.

Lorna followed behind, wanting to come in as well.

but……

Clarice turned around and stopped Lorna.

Lorna was stunned.

"what."

"I'm sorry, Lorna, you can't come in."

"Varied……"

"Boom!"

Lorna was just about to say something when she saw Clarice give her an apologetic smile and then close the study door from the inside.

Lorna was immediately dumbfounded.

Rachel, who was downstairs at the bar, tried to lift the suitcase but couldn't manage it. She looked up at the scene and couldn't help but laugh. Then she shook her head and said, "Lorna, your brokerage job is over. Come down and help me carry these things."

Lorna snapped out of her reverie, frowned as she looked at the closed study door, then turned and walked downstairs.

In the study.

Luke placed the wine glass on the desk, then sat down in the chair behind it, pointed to the sofa chair in front of the desk, and looked at Clarice who had followed him in.

"sit."

"Thank you."

Clarice awkwardly pulled out a chair and sat down.

Seeing this, Lu Ke laughed and said, "Don't be so nervous, I don't eat people."

This is not a joke, it's the truth.

In a sense.

Clarice seemed to think it was a joke, just a lame joke, but she still managed a smile and silently tried to mentally prepare herself.

Seeing this, Luke was not in a hurry, but gave Clarice plenty of space and drank his bourbon.

He had more or less guessed why Clarice had come.

in fact……

If Clarice doesn't come to him today, he will go to see her tomorrow anyway.

only.

Whether he went to her or Clarice went to her door herself, the outcome might have been completely different.

Clarice lowered her eyes, clenched her fists on her knees, relaxed them, clenched them again, relaxed them again, and repeated this process three times. After exhaling a breath of air, she seemed to have mentally prepared herself, and then looked up at Luke sitting behind the desk.

"Mr. Dane."

"Ah."

Clarice took another deep breath, then chose to get straight to the point: "Actually, I'm a mutant!"

Done.

She seemed to be escaping reality, and chose to close her eyes.

at this time.

Clarice heard Luke's voice again in her ear.

"Ah."

"..."

Clarice paused for a moment, opened her eyes, and looked at Luke, who simply nodded and then did not make any of the expected movements or expressions.

Luke smiled as he looked at Clarice, whose expression seemed somewhat surprised.

"and then?"

"What?"

"You say you're a mutant, and then what?"

Luke leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the scene with an air of detached amusement: "What, you came to see me just to tell me you're a mutant?"

Clarice shook her head instinctively.

She was a little flustered.

after all……

This is slightly different from the plot and rhythm she imagined or anticipated. She needs to slow down and, ideally, have some more time to sort things out.

"Wait a moment."

Clarice shook her head and looked at Luke.

"You know I'm a mutant?"

"Ah."

"Did Lorna tell you?"

Clarice subconsciously had someone she suspected.

but……

Luke would never betray Lorna.

After all, Lorna had just told him that she hadn't told Clarice that Luke knew she was a mutant.

Luke looked at Clarice, who, despite trying to appear calm, still showed a hint of panic in her eyes. Clarice smiled and went straight to the point, easily seizing the initiative.

"You came here for Davy Jones, didn't you?"

"..."

As her thoughts raced through her mind, Clarice, trying to regain her composure, heard those words and instinctively looked at Luke.

Her face... was somewhat pale.

Lu Ke smiled slightly.

"Didn't Lorna tell you that I just came back from David Jones's house?"

"what?"

Clarice's eyes widened: "Has the Sentinel Special Operations found him already?"

Lu Ke shook his head.

"This is not."

"..."

As Lu Ke spoke, seeing the expression on Clarice's face that was about to break down, he stopped teasing the little girl and took out five photos from his pocket that he had seen while waiting for David to return at David's apartment. He handed them directly to Clarice: "The person in these photos, is that you?"

Clarice quickly stood up and took the folded photo from Luke's hand.

Unfold.

into the eye.

These five photos are not all of her and David together; only one of them can be considered a group photo.

Clarice remembers very clearly that this group photo was taken last year when her grade went to Malibu Beach as a group.

There are also two group photos with many people, which are also the background of Malibu Beach.

But there's another one, which is a solo photo of her.

However, judging from the angle of the photo, it is highly likely that this photo, featuring only her, was taken by David Jones without her consent.

Clarice looked at the five photos in her hand, then looked up at Luke again.

"This……"