Chapter 1915 - Chat and Experience

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

As a newcomer to TV, Susan wasn't beautiful or young.

She had joined the industry by accident last year and played a unique role, which had helped her become a little famous.

At that time, she had acted like a nutcase — or to be precise, a fortune teller.

Susan was 42 years old, and had some success as a fortune teller.

In her own words, this was because too many major events had happened in recent years, and many people needed a bit of comfort.

Luke wasn't about to mock or question her.

A fortune teller was indeed an occupation in America.

It wasn't against the law; it was just that some people liked to use it to scam others

As long as it wasn't a scam, looking for a fortune teller was essentially the same as going to church to pray and looking for comfort.

However, while there were many 'schools of thought' among fortune-tellers, they still worked 'independently' in general, and most of the tricks of their trades were 'passed down.'

On the other hand, Susan was the more proper sort of fortune teller.

She didn't use vague language or mumbo jumbo to make clients fork out money – instead, she used more scientific analysis in her predictions.

Whether her fortune-telling was accurate or not, Luke found it interesting.

After he put forward several hypothetical questions based on the other party's theory, Susan couldn't help but feel an affinity with him, and they chatted even more.

Less than ten minutes later, Claire and Selina were also distracted by the conversation.

They stopped gossiping and moved their chairs to join the discussion about 'luck.'

Compared with Luke's semi-professional attitude, these two acted more like enthusiastic bystanders.

Susan's interest was piqued.

Out of professional habit, she casually did a reading for Claire.

If this was a fortune-telling novel from Luke's previous life, it would probably be something like "the imperial aura pierces the heavens, the noble aura charges into the clouds, the hidden dragon is still in the abyss, the flying dragon is in the sky."

Although Luke didn't believe in fortune-telling, he couldn't say anything.

With him as a big brother and Gold Nugget No. 2 protecting Claire, it wouldn't be easy for Claire to run into bad luck.

For example, when Stacy had been pulled into Silent Hill last time, Claire, who had been a few meters away, was fine except for feeling anxious for a few hours.

With Luke's protection and the long-term boost which Gold Nugget No. 2 gave her, everything would go smoothly for Claire in whatever she did.

Even ignoring this qualitative increase in strength, her singing career would enter the first or second tier sooner or later.

In the end, Susan's fortune-telling was within expectations.

Besides, who would be willing to listen to someone else say that they were going to be unlucky in the future?

This was the specialty of a proper fortune teller.

It definitely wasn't a bad thing to be able to preserve some hope for people in dire straits.

However, Claire was the only one among the three who was swayed; Luke and Selina didn't take it seriously at all.

When it came to the psychology of the mind and language, they were professionals

However, they usually didn't use these techniques for fortune-telling, but for interrogation.

What Susan felt had been right – Luke could indeed be considered half a 'professional' in the same trade.

At that moment, the other woman at the table suddenly said, "However, some people will never amount to much in their lifetimes."

All four of them turned their heads.

Luke didn't pay much attention to the woman's sarcasm.

He could easily sense the mental fluctuations of the people around him.

Basically, it would already be pretty good if one out of every ten smiles here was genuine.

Most people were wary or even hostile toward each other, and only a few were friendly.

Because of that, he had deliberately restrained most of his Mental Perception – it was as disgusting as smelling something which stank.

It was the same for the couple at their table. Not only were they scheming against each other, they were also jealous of Claire.

There were too many of these people, and Luke couldn't be bothered with them.

On the other hand, Susan wasn't that 'fake,' which was why Luke was chatting with her.

He wasn't in a hurry to say anything.

Claire wasn't a kid, and she had to deal with these unexpected situations herself. Could this couple be considered… a teaching tool?

Only when Claire really couldn't handle it would he stop forward as her big brother.

Susan opened her mouth, as if to smooth things over, but she felt Luke gently press down on her arm.

Looking at his calm expression, she hesitated for a moment before she closed her mouth.

She didn't think that Luke was afraid of them.

This young man was smart enough not to be intimidated by these two brainless people.

Claire subconsciously glanced at Luke and Selina, who didn't move. She understood that Luke was telling her to do her best.

Thinking quickly, she blinked innocently. "Are you speaking from experience, Mrs. Oliveira?"

Across the round table, the face of the singer immediately fell, and her jaw tightened.

Suppressing the urge to curse, the singer tried her best to look disdainful. "You have to climb out of the unranked group first. Hm, you might be qualified if you work hard for ten more years. I have high hopes for you."

Of course, it was a curse.

For a two-bit singer to make no headway after working for more than ten years was an utter tragedy.

Claire nodded sincerely. "Thank you. I will remember your precious experience, Mrs. Oliveira."

The singer couldn't hold back anymore. "I don't know you that well. You should call me Sasha."

Claire nodded solemnly again. "No problem, Mrs. Sasha."

The singer couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "You, you little…"

She suddenly stood up.

Shua!

There was a sudden and obvious sound of her dress tearing.

Mrs. Sasha turned pale and looked at her partner.

The man turned around and looked at the source of the sound. With a strange expression, he quickly took off his suit jacket and covered her back.

Before curious gazes could turn to them, the couple quickly got up and walked into a hallway on the side.

For one moment, the table fell silent, and there was only the faint sound of discussion and laughter around them.

Although Mrs. Sasha and her partner had reacted quickly, many people had looked over when they heard her shout.

More than 20 people had witnessed her dress tear.

As for whether or not she had been wearing anything under the dress, nobody could be sure.

But they wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't.

This person called Sasha had made the headlines a lot in the last few years, and had even been discovered entangled with that man just now in a car.

When she got out of the car to scold the paparazzi, they had taken photos of her without her underwear.

When the news broke, Sasha had still been called Mrs. Oliveira then, and had been going through a divorce with her husband.

So, Claire had earnestly mocked her over and over again earlier.