2150 Side Story: Party Experience 3

This cheap sister-in-law was wearing a midi dress that looked like it was made of silk.

The dress was very conservative, but that didn't stop it from flying up to her waist when she fell down.

With Luke's keen eyesight, he could see everything at that short distance.

Luke couldn't help but chuckle. He turned his head and whispered in Elena's ear, "Hm, is this an artist's taste? Very cute."

Looking at the light purple underwear, Elena simply slapped Luke's mouth to stop his mocking.

But looking at that butt that was high up in the air, she couldn't help but laugh. It was true; although Mary was almost 40 years old, she was still a child in private.

Margaret giggled foolishly for a moment. At that moment, she turned around and saw the two of them smiling at her. She was instantly pleased. Hm, not bad, I made them laugh.

There was no problem with her losing face in front of her two good friends, as long as everyone was happy.

Elena smacked Luke for his jibes, then took off her high heels. She then went forward and helped Margaret undo the straps on her own heels.

After Elena checked Margaret's knees and elbows to make sure that she hadn't scraped them, the two girls stood up together.

Margaret naturally handed Luke the high-heeled sandals that had caused her 'accident.' "Help me carry them too. Thank you."

Luke took them, then saw her turn to look at the sea. "Do you want to go into the water?"

Margaret said, "That's right. It's a pity I didn't bring a swimsuit."

Luke didn't think much of it. "Then wait here for a moment. I have swimsuits in my car."

Margaret nodded and ran over the beach with Elena. "Let's go. Look at that cloud, the shape and color, and the empty space around it. Isn't it such a natural composition?"

Luke watched the two girls run to the beach and talk by the water, before he walked behind some low-lying plants.

Naturally, he didn't have anything like swimsuits in his car, and instead had prepared regular clothes and towels. However, there were a lot of swimsuits in his inventory.

It wasn't that Luke liked to collect swimsuits; this was purely an employee benefit — several of the evil scientists in Space 2 had been working hard.

As he gradually put together a complete research team and a 'logistics support' team for these evil scientists, all sorts of research results began to come out.

For example, about 30% of the technology for his nanosuit came from this team.

He had basically left the research and development of Life 1 to them.

Although everyone involved, from supervisors to researchers, were bright red in the system, reeducation through life imprisonment could be considered a standard policy, so there had to be a reward mechanism in place.

Regular prisoners could get parole, but that naturally didn't exist here.

From the moment they entered Space 2, these bad guys could only work until they died, so they could only get material rewards.

All sorts of professional entertainment facilities naturally became their first choice, like… a deluxe swimming pool.

Of course, a normal person would understand that the most attractive part of a swimming pool was never the water, just like how the thing that drew most people to a bar wasn't the alcohol.

Space 2's 'logistics support' team was thus created.

Hundreds of male and female bad guys who didn't have any research abilities and were just bright red in the system were captured and sent into Space 2.

They underwent rough plastic surgery, training and brainwashing, and finally were injected with nanomites with surveillance control.

A 'logistics support' team that could meet all the service needs of the men and women in the research team thus appeared.

Swimsuits, for example, were just a very basic consumable.

Men made up the majority of the research team, so naturally, there were more women in the logistics support team, and they came in all shapes and sizes.

Thus, the swimsuits which Luke bought in bulk were also in all sorts of sizes.

He stuffed two swimsuits, a pair of swimming trunks, slippers, a few big beach towels, and a beach mat into a big bag.

Thinking for a moment, he then simply produced a food box which included a bottle of red wine.

His cheap sister-in-law was obsessed with red wine, but she didn't like to drink alone.

It could be said that the party today had been ruined by those dog-like men; she could only be compensated with red wine.

Everything was ready in less than ten seconds. Luke waited a few more minutes before he returned to the beach.

Facing the setting sun, the two women were engrossed in their discussion of the scenery and composition, and didn't stop gesturing as they talked, completely forgetting his existence.

It wasn't until the sun set and only a faint light remained that Margaret remembered Luke.

She turned around and saw Luke lounging on the beach, elegantly swirling red wine in a glass.

Hm, he wasn't acting pretentious. He really wasn't interested in red wine.

As for swaying the glass in his hand, it was no different from shaking roast beef in front of Gold Nugget.

Sure enough, his sister-in-law's eyes immediately lit up. She cheered and ran over with a cute smile. "Luke, you're awesome. You actually knew that I wanted this."

Seeing how happy she was over such a small surprise, Luke smiled but didn't say anything. It's good to be simple. My dog head is even harder to coax than you.

A few minutes later, Margaret finished half a glass of red wine and placed it on the food box that doubled as a table. She lay down and sighed with satisfaction. "Wow, lying down like this is too comfortable."

Elena chuckled and draped a towel over her shoulders, as well as over Margaret, who was lying next to her.

This was the open sea of Long Island, and the sea breeze was chilly once it turned dark.

The dresses she and Margaret were wearing couldn't keep them warm. It wouldn't be good if they caught a cold.

Only after her slightly cold shoulders were covered in the towel did Margaret notice the other details. "Wow, you even have towels? Hm, and this beach mat, and this box… Luke, if you work as a waiter, you'll definitely get the biggest tip in the world."

Luke nodded with a smile. "Thank you for the compliment, but I wouldn't be able to stand that sort of work."

Margaret was a little drunk, and her words floated over. "Hm, so I should tip you now." She sat up and searched herself.

Elena kindly reminded her, "The driver dropped you off at the manor. You didn't bring your wallet at all."

Margaret was stumped for a moment before she remembered. She subconsciously reached for her chest. "That's right, but Haley told me to prepare at least a hundred-dollar bill for emergencies."

Helpless, Elena reached out and pulled her hand away. "Are you going to tell me that you used hundred-dollar bills as pasties today?"

Margaret was stumped. A moment later, she clutched her head. "Oh my god, I forgot. I didn't wear a bra today, so there was nowhere for me to stash the cash, so I didn't bring any money."