Chapter 1740 - Meeting Margaret Again

Luke scratched his head. Margaret was a true widow, unlike Natasha.

Besides, Natasha wasn't young…

It could only be said that Director Selina had become a little obsessed with her job ever since she took office. She would associate anything she heard with superheroes.

Luke, who was going alone, was too lazy to drive. He left Nassau County on foot and then hailed a cab to Queens.

When he reached the coffee shop at the north end of the Brooklyn Bridge, Margaret stood up 20 meters away and waved at him happily.

Few people who could afford to have coffee under the bridge of a bustling metropolis while on the clock would be poor.

However, this young widow in a white dress and a wide-brimmed hat still attracted a lot of attention from both men and women.

As a man who was more relaxed when it came to work, Luke's status was something that most of the working class aspired to.

Margaret was the kind of person that every young lady dreamed of becoming.

It wasn't just because she was wearing branded clothes, but also because she clearly had a different temperament from ordinary people.

Of course, based on Luke's understanding, this was an effect that could only be obtained by a woman who didn't need to think about money or work.

Like that hat. Would an office worker wear something like that? There wasn't even a place to put it in an office cubicle.

Sure enough, when he reached Margaret, a lot of men looked at him enviously.

After all, on the outside, he looked like a young man who had just gotten lucky.

Being handsome couldn't dispel malicious speculation among his own kind; it would only make other men more certain that he was relying on his face to make a living.

Margaret, in particular, waved and smiled brightly. She looked even more like a besotted heiress.

Reality wasn't an online novel, and no brainless person would suddenly jump out to make their presence known.

The men who were interested in Margaret had already tried to hit on her, but to no avail.

Now, these men had found a bare excuse: Their defeat was understandable when they ran into a woman who only looked at appearances.

Luke was already used to everyone looking at him. He walked over to Margaret and gestured. "Let's move seats."

Margaret was stunned. "Huh?"

Luke explained considerately, "It's easier to talk. It's too close to the others."

Margaret thought that made sense. She nodded quickly and picked up her bag and hat to leave.

Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This person… was really naive.

He called a waitress over and said that they were moving seats, before he ordered as well.

Margaret turned around and realized that she had been too busy running off to say anything to Luke. She was instantly at a loss.

Luke was amused by her behavior. "Do you want anything to drink? It's on me this time."

Margaret couldn't help but wonder what to drink. "Then… orange juice?"

Luke nodded at the waitress to confirm. He then adjusted the seats so that they faced the trees, before he sat down first. "Sit down and let's talk, Margaret."

Margaret quickly sat down and stared at him silently.

Luke had no choice but to ask, as if he were speaking to a toddler, "You said you needed something. What is it?"

Margaret finally remembered. Her delight at seeing Luke after so long disappeared quickly, and her face darkened. "That… It's about Haley."

Luke asked, "Hm, what happened to her?"

With Luke guiding the conversation, Margaret finally told him about her sister, Haley.

After hearing her out, Luke took a sip of his coffee and asked tentatively, "Are you sure you aren't mistaken? Haley may be too busy to pay attention to you."

Margaret shook her head quickly. "That's impossible. I can sense that what she cares about most isn't me, but the job that needs to be kept a secret."

Sensing her mental fluctuations, Luke confirmed that she wasn't lying.

But that didn't prove anything.

Given Margaret's personality, what she thought was the truth might be completely different from what was real.

For example, if she were asked four years ago if her husband was a good person, she would definitely say yes.

She wouldn't be lying.

But the truth was that her dead husband had been a gang leader with blood on his hands.

Pondering for a moment, Luke decided to check on Haley.

It was better for him to personally sense Haley's mental state.

The problem was that he didn't know when Haley would be home.

She had even found a professional maid to take care of Margaret's daily needs.

So, Margaret's feelings were understandable.

It was like how Luke used the smart kitchenware to make cupcakes, and Selina dissed them for not having any "soul."

Haley hadn't been home for a long while, so it wasn't surprising that Margaret felt like she had "fallen out of favor."

Thinking for a moment, Luke simply discussed it with Margaret before he called Elena.

After everything was arranged, he called Haley and told her that Elena and Margaret were organizing a party, and that he would be there.

So, he wanted to ask for her opinion and decide on a date for the party.

In a regular situation, this definitely wouldn't be normal for Luke.

However, Margaret lacked common sense and EQ. To organize a party with her, they really had to ask Haley, as her guardian.

Haley was a little surprised to receive Luke's call. After a brief silence, she told him they could do the party on Friday night.

After hanging up, Luke saw Margaret looking at him in admiration.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Margaret said, "You're so good at lying to Haley."

Luke said, "…Because I'm not lying at all. I'll take Elena to your party on Friday night."

Margaret's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great. We haven't had a party at home since the last time you came."

Luke thought for a moment and asked, "Doesn't Elena visit your place every now and then?"

Margaret hurriedly waved her hand and explained, "That's just the two of us. There's no one else, no feast, and none of the yogurt cake you make – there isn't even any red wine."

Hey, how did my yogurt cake become your party standard? Even as he grumbled inwardly, Luke asked, "You can buy your own cake and wine, right?"

Margaret lowered her head. "If I buy my own cake and wine to eat and drink, won't I look like a nerd? I don't want to become a loner."

Luke put his hand to his forehead. "Okay. As long as Haley doesn't object, there'll be cake and wine."

This rich lady clearly wasn't short of money, but she wanted the atmosphere, not just the food.

Unfortunately, there were too few people in this society that Haley could be reassured about leaving Margaret with, like Elena.

If it were Claire, who was bursting with energy, Margaret would probably be so happy playing with her that they would forget to come home.

But when he thought of Stacy, Luke felt that he should forget it.

Margaret was easier to fool than Stacy. Luke didn't want to see his sister step into battle.

No matter how bad a brother he was, he couldn't dig such a huge hole for his sister.