Chapter 999 - Old Man’s Help, and Career and Study Progress

Chapter 999: Old Man's Help, and Career and Study Progress

Luke took a photo of the simple breakfast on his phone and sent it to Selina. Then, he picked up his chopsticks to enjoy it.

Selina replied almost instantly. "What did you make? It looks delicious."

Luke slurped his noodles and replied to her with one hand: "Noodles and twice cooked pork."

Selina: ???!!!

Luke took another photo so that the noodles were clearly visible.

Selina, who was thousands of miles away, gulped and mumbled, "That's impossible. How can the noodles be made like this? I want to eat them."

She wasn't interested in the twice cooked pork, but the bowl of noodles really made her drool.

Gold Nugget's ears twitched, and it immediately got up and moved to her side. Looking at the picture on her phone, it drooled and whined like crazy.

Selina was vexed. "That b*stard Luke tricked us into coming back here while he's hiding in New York and cooking delicious food."

Gold Nugget nodded frantically.

It saw the prawns, king crabs, and the red sauce. This was definitely its type of dish.

Clenching her teeth, Selina sent Luke a message. "When I get back, make me three… no, five bowls of noodles."

Luke spat out the prawn shell in his mouth, which flew a few meters to land in the trash can.

He was the only one at home, and could finally play this childish game of spitting shells.

Luke simply replied to Selina's request. "No problem. You can eat until you throw up."

Gold Nugget whined.

Selina passed on the dog head's words. "Gold Nugget wants the same treatment."

Luke decisively refused. "Three at most."

Gold Nugget: "Huh?" It could count, alright?

Selina said, "It's asking why it only gets three bowls."

Luke said, "Because it'll just keep eating and never get sick. I can't make noodles for it forever."

Imagining herself eating noodles for the rest of her life, Selina was immediately firmly on Luke's side. She turned to the dog head next to her and said, "Hm, I think three bowls is enough for you."

Gold Nugget whined.

Selina said, "No way! I don't want to eat noodles for the rest of my life."

Gold Nugget resentfully returned to the kennel next to the bed and continued watching its drama.

Forget it, forget it. Don't dwell on it. The best is still to watch TV. It has everything! It comforted itself.

On the screen, a wild boar was being roasted until it was dripping with fat. Gold Nugget was going to start drooling again.

It had decided; it would make Selina take it out in the next two days to roast boar. In any case, wild boars were pests around the ranch; no one would notice if he ate hundreds of them.

But the dog head had forgotten one thing: Selina didn't know how to cook, much less do something as advanced as cook roast boar.

They chatted for more than ten minutes before they hung up.

It was the 24th of December, Christmas Eve, and everyone would be busy in the afternoon.

After breakfast, Luke drove straight to the airport.

It was already past eleven by the time he reached the airport.

Looking at the flight schedule, Luke couldn't help but purse his lips.

Robert and Catherine's flight had been delayed.

That was to be expected. It would be strange if flights weren't delayed at Christmas. After all, the winter weather had a huge impact on flights.

However, little monkey Claire had flown over from Los Angeles on her own. She had taken a very early flight and had just landed. Luke had arrived just in time.

Twenty minutes later, Claire appeared not far away.

Hearing Luke call out to her, she turned around and immediately ran over with a smile. "Luke, Luke, here, here."

She ran and then jumped at him when she was two meters away. Luke caught her helplessly and carried her over to where she had dropped her big suitcase.

This brat had always liked to play with him like this since she was a kid, which was why Luke called her a "little monkey."

Because of the flight delay, it would take at least an hour for Robert, Catherine and Joseph to arrive.

With Claire on his back, they went to the Virgin Atlantic Flying Club in Terminal 4 before he finally put her down.

Claire got some biscuits and ice cream, and Luke also got a big glass of ice cream for himself, before they started chatting.

Claire's life had been very fulfilling in the past few months, far more than she had expected.

Unlike most freshmen who were busy enjoying their freedom, she had to deal with more new things, and was even busier.

But it wasn't for nothing.

Sheerah and her assistant, Mona, were her best teachers. They gave Claire, as a newbie, the most thorough and practical guide to the entertainment industry.

They told Claire about the various kinds of rules, some clear, some under the table, and some that were shady.

This was all for Luke's sake. Otherwise, veterans like them wouldn't be so devoted to a newcomer.

Claire, who was pursuing both her career and studies, spent most of her energy on her new career, but continued to excel in her studies.

Everything changed after the California earthquake.

Her worldview had done a 180-degree turn after that.

Her future plans had also changed drastically.

The most obvious change came from the mysterious appearance of that "old man" who was only a voice to her, which was that her physique had become stronger.

It wasn't just that she was healthy, but she was unbelievably strong.

Claire had always loved sports since she was young, and was a semi-professional enthusiast who had dabbled in many extreme sports. She had a better understanding of the limits of the human body.

Thus, not long after the earthquake, she discovered something unusual about her body.

Her strength, endurance, dexterity and reflexes were constantly improving, and the effects were obvious. What was even more outrageous was that she only needed to sleep for six hours a day at most, and could keep up her energy levels for the whole day.

Even though she was busy with her studies and her career, she didn't feel tired.

Compared with the elites who started studying in earnest after entering university, she wasn't any worse in her studies, but she didn't have dark circles under her eyes.

What was even stranger was that she had to eat three to five times the amount of food she ate when she was in high school every day to maintain her weight.

After all, she was a sports enthusiast and didn't have much excess fat.

As soon as she lost weight, the first thing that would change was her small bust, and she would lose her soft curves.

She wasn't a fanatical bodybuilder, and didn't want to become a muscular King Kong Barbie.

The mysterious old man also told her to eat as much as possible, and to ensure that she had a healthy and nutritious diet.

In the past few months, Claire felt like she was turning into another species altogether.

One weekend in particular, she had gone to bail her friend, Blake, out of a situation, and had knocked out seven or eight drunk young men in the club, including two members of the boxing team. She hadn't even used half of her strength.

If it hadn't been for the mysterious old man's timely reminder, the young men might've all had to be hospitalized for severe injuries.