Chapter 885 - Selina's Break and Luke Has an Appointment
Chapter 885: Selina’s Break and Luke Has an Appointment
Stumped, Luke pointed at himself. “Am I an old friend?”
Apart from working on a case, had he ever exchanged more than a few words with Margaret? It was probably just two “hellos” and three “byes.”
Haley smiled. Her black glasses couldn’t hide her captivating eyes, and her red lips curved up. “Indeed, you don’t know her well, but she knows a lot about her savior.”
Luke chuckled. “That’s just my job.”
As soon as he said that, Haley gave him a meaningful look.
Helpless, Luke simply left.
This big beauty was indeed a little irresistible.
If it had been blatant flirting, he wouldn’t have cared.
With his current looks, he got hit on every now and then — and that was without him going to bars or entertainment venues.
If he engaged in this nightlife more often, “every now and then” would become “all the time.”
It was a pity that Haley was subtle in her behavior.
A delusional man would definitely think that she was hinting at something.
However, as a man who was highly vigilant and capable of telepathy, Luke was well aware that this was just what she was like.
She was the so-called unconsciously enticing natural beauty in Chinese folklore.
Coupled with her bright pink suit under the white coat, her black-rimmed glasses, and her identity as a psychiatrist, she was too lethal.
If it had been the shut-in Luke in his previous life, his head would definitely be full of titles like “Forbidden Ward” and “Special Psychiatric Treatment Records.”
Now, he didn’t want anything to happen between them.
After all… they were acquainted with each other now, and it would be awkward to make a move.
At 7:30pm, when Luke and Selina were preparing for tonight’s operation after dinner, Luke’s phone rang.
He picked up and saw an unfamiliar number. “Who is this?”
This private number was for business matters, which he gave to parties involved in certain cases, witnesses, and informants. Thus, he often received calls from unknown numbers on this phone.
After a brief silence, a woman said, “It’s Jessica.”
Luke paused. “Good evening, Miss Jones. Can I help you?”
Jessica said, “Don’t you want to know about Kilgrave? Come to my agency now.”
Luke said, “Okay.”
Jessica hung up without saying anything else.
Rubbing his chin, Luke pondered for a moment before he said to Selina, who was looking at the files on the side, “We’ll suspend the operation tonight. Get a good night’s rest.”
Without looking up, Selina asked, “Which woman is looking for you this time?”
Luke said, “…Jessica Jones, the private investigator who likes to beat people up.”
Selina finally raised her head. “She’s come round?”
Luke shrugged. “I don’t know, but without any new leads, the information she has isn’t important. After all, what Molly gave us is enough. I’ll be back around ten tonight.”
Selina glanced at him. “Are you sure?”
Luke smiled. “I’m sure.”
A moment later, Luke left the house in a gray hoodie and a black cap.
Watching him leave through the living room window on the second floor, Selina thought for a moment before she said, “Gold Nugget, let’s go.”
Gold Nugget was lying lazily on the carpet in the living room with its head on a pillow as it watched HBO. Stumped, it turned its head. “Woof?”
Selina said, “He said we could rest, but he didn’t say we had to.”
Gold Nugget’s eyes lit up and it got to its feet. “Woof?”
Selina said, “On our solo op, it’s the usual fifty-fifty of the profits, okay?”
Looking at the excited dog, she couldn’t help but complain, “It’s been three months since Luke taught you the multiplication table, and you’re still getting some wrong. I’m the one who has to calculate the portions each time. You can’t even count money properly, so why do you need so much of it?”
Gold Nugget lowered its head in shame and made a mournful sound.
Selina chuckled and rubbed its head. “Alright, I’m not saying that you’re stupid. I’m just telling you not to worry so much about money.”
Because you’re really stupid. It doesn’t matter if I tell you or not. She silently stabbed it in the heart, then they went to the basement to gear up.
On the other side, Luke jogged four blocks to the northeast and entered an old apartment building near Central Park.
Having investigated Jessia, he of course knew that her Alias Investigations Office was here.
He didn’t know what to say about the name of the agency. Was Miss Jones brazenly telling her clients that it was just a cover?
He went up to the fourth floor and found an apartment at the end of the corridor with the door number he was looking for. Looking at the paper that had been put up in place of where the glass should’ve been in the door, he nodded in his heart: This was very much like Miss Jones’s style.
Luke knocked on the door, but nothing happened.
He wasn’t in a hurry. Jessica was inside, but she seemed to be in pretty… rotten condition?
That was the only word to describe it.
After a while, he knocked on the door again, but the person inside didn’t seem to want to get up.
Luke sighed and opened the door.
Not only was the door broken, so was the lock. Miss Jones wasn’t scared of being robbed in the middle of the night.
In the living room that was used as an office, everything was in a mess. It was obvious that it hadn’t been cleaned in a long time.
The only good thing was that there was no leftover food, so there wasn’t the most disgusting smell of rotting food.
The most obvious smell in the place was of alcohol. The most garbage on the floor was empty bottles, and they were… hm, vodka. Luke shook his head.
Looking at Jessica, who was sitting behind her desk and reading a notebook with a bottle of alcohol in her hand, Luke simply sat on the tabletop and said, “Miss Jones, your dinner doesn’t seem to be very nutritious.”
Of course, his actions were very impolite; with someone he wasn’t familiar with, it was very rude.
But Luke felt that manners could be reserved for those who needed them, not this drunkard in front of him.
Jessica looked at him blankly for a few seconds before she said, “Oh, you’re here. Have a seat.”
Luke said, “Thank you, I’m already seated. Let’s get to the point, Miss Jones. What do you have to tell me about Kilgrave?”
Hearing that, Jessica stopped breathing and she froze with the bottle in her hand.