#151Chapter 151: Clarice Confessed (Fifth update, please subscribe!!)
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"What?"
"It's related to Director Louis?"
Rachel was slightly startled, looking at Luke, instinctively glancing around, and lowering her voice: "Are you sure?"
Luke didn't answer the question but looked at Rachel.
"Do you know who lost something this time?"
"Who?"
"A Sentinel supervisor from the Sentinel Special Task Force, and that supervisor is Director Louis's ex-wife."
"Hiss!"
Rachel instantly gasped.
The next second.
She quickly analyzed the hidden meaning in Luke's words.
Luke drained the bourbon in his glass: "In short, that Mutant took something he shouldn't have. Now, not only is the Sentinel Special Task Force looking for him, but Director Louis also wants me to find him before the Sentinel Special Task Force does."
Rachel nodded thoughtfully, but to be cautious, looking at the half-smile on Luke's face, she still quietly asked: "That thing isn't very pleasant?"
Luke smiled and nodded.
Rachel completely understood.
She had wondered why Luke called her that afternoon, saying there was a case to transfer to the Sentinel Special Task Force.
In a word.
At Luke's level, overtime doesn't exist.
She almost suspected Luke was secretly having good food at the office behind her back.
Rachel came back to her senses.
"So, was he found?"
"He got away."
"What?"
It wasn't Rachel who spoke, but Lorna.
Lorna, after hearing this, couldn't help but speak up, looking at Luke: "Did the Sentinel Special Task Force find him?"
Luke glanced at the seemingly surprised Lorna, smiled, and said: "No, they were a step behind me."
Lorna involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.
Just then.
The doorbell rang.
It's Clarice!
Lorna came back to her senses, jumped off the high stool, and ran towards the front door: "It's Clarice, I'll get it."
Rachel turned to look at Lorna running towards the door, then turned back and smiled at Luke: "Lorna is a very competent broker."
Luke shook his head, smiling without speaking.
"Oh, right."
Rachel's gaze fell on the suitcase Luke had just pushed in, she refilled Luke's glass with bourbon, and thoughtfully said: "The things inside are..."
Luke didn't hide it from Rachel: "Trophies."
Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"How to deal with them?"
"You handle it."
"Alright."
Rachel nodded at the words, saying nothing more, watching Clarice being led in by Lorna, who had gone to open the door.
Lorna brought Clarice, who was following her, into the living room.
"Mr. Dunn."
Clarice looked at Luke, who was standing behind the bar, dressed in a suit, exuding an aura even stronger than his six-foot height, and took a deep breath: "Can I speak with you alone?"
Luke nodded at the words.
"You can."
"Thank you."
"Let's go to the study."
When discussing matters, the study is always a bit more formal.
Things have always been the same, East or West.
At the entrance of the study on the second floor.
Luke pushed open the study door, walked in first, and turned on the study lights.
Clarice followed closely.
Lorna followed behind, also wanting to enter.
But...
Clarice turned and stopped Lorna.
Lorna was stunned.
"Huh."
"Sorry, Lorna, you can't come in."
"Wh-what..."
"Thump!"
Just as Lorna was about to say something, she saw Clarice give her an apologetic smile, and then, directly closed the study door from the inside.
Lorna was instantly dumbfounded.
Downstairs at the bar, Rachel, who was testing the weight of the suitcase and found she couldn't lift it, looked up at this scene and couldn't help but laugh, then shook her head and said: "Lorna, your broker mission is over. Come down and help me move things."
Lorna came back to her senses, looked at the closed study door in front of her, frowned, and then turned and walked downstairs.
In the study.
Luke placed his wine glass on the desk, then sat in the chair behind the desk, pointed to the armchair in front of the desk, and looked at Clarice who had followed him in.
"Sit."
"Thank you."
Clarice awkwardly pulled out the chair and sat down.
Seeing this, Luke smiled and said: "Don't be so nervous, I don't eat people."
This was not a joke, but the truth.
In a sense.
Clarice, however, seemed to think it was a joke, albeit a cold one, but still forced a small smile, and then silently gave herself a pep talk.
Luke saw this and didn't rush, instead giving Clarice enough space, drinking the bourbon in his glass.
He had pretty much guessed Clarice's purpose.
Actually...
If Clarice hadn't come to see him today, he would have gone to see Clarice tomorrow.
However.
His going to see her, and Clarice coming to him, the outcome might be completely different.
Clarice lowered her gaze, her fists on her knees, clenching and relaxing, then re-clenching and relaxing again, after three times, she exhaled a breath, seemingly having completed her mental preparation, she raised her eyes again, looking at Luke sitting behind the desk.
"Mr. Dunn."
"Mm."
Clarice took another deep breath, then chose to get straight to the point: "Actually, I'm a Mutant!"
After speaking.
She seemed to be escaping reality, choosing to close her eyes.
Just then.
Clarice heard Luke's voice again in her ear.
"Mm."
"..."
Clarice was slightly startled, opened her eyes, and looked at Luke, who merely nodded, and then showed no expected actions or expressions.
Luke, in turn, smiled at Clarice, whose expression seemed a bit bewildered.
"And then?"
"Wh-what?"
"You said you're a Mutant, and then what?"
Luke leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching like a spectator: "What, you came to see me just to tell me you're a Mutant?"
Clarice subconsciously shook her head.
She was a little flustered.
After all...
This had a slight deviation from the plot and rhythm she had imagined or anticipated, she needed to calm down, preferably with a little more time, to re-evaluate.
"Wait a moment."
Clarice shook her head, looking at Luke.
"You know I'm a Mutant?"
"Mm."
"Did Lorna tell you?"
Clarice subconsciously had a suspect in mind.
But...
Luke would never betray Lorna.
After all, Lorna had just told him that she hadn't told Clarice that Luke knew she was a Mutant.
Luke looked at Clarice, who, despite trying to appear calm, still showed panic in her eyes, smiled, and directly got to the point, easily taking the initiative to his side.
"You came for David Jones, didn't you?"
"..."
Clarice, whose mind was racing, trying to regain her rhythm, heard this sentence, and with a whoosh, subconsciously looked at Luke.
Her face... was a little pale.
Luke smiled slightly.
"Didn't Lorna just tell you that I just came back from David Jones's place?"
"What?"
Clarice's eyes widened: "Has the Sentinel Special Task Force already found him?"
Luke shook his head.
"Not yet."
"..."
Luke said this, then seeing Clarice's expression, which was almost unable to hold, he stopped teasing the young girl, took out five photos he had seen while waiting for David to return at David's apartment, and handed them directly to Clarice: "The person in these photos is you, right?"
Clarice quickly got up and took the folded photos from Luke's hand.
Unfolded.
At a glance.
These five photos were not all group photos of her and David; only one could be considered a group photo.
Because Clarice remembered very clearly that this group photo was taken when their grade went on a group trip to Malibu Beach last year.
There were also two group photos with many people, also with a Malibu Beach background.
But there was also one, which was her solo photo.
However, judging from the angle of this photo, if no accident, this photo of just her should have been secretly taken by David Jones.
Clarice looked at the five photos in her hand, then looked up at Luke again.
"This..."
"Is it yours?"
"...Yes."
"That's good."
Luke nodded: "David took something he shouldn't have, and many people are looking for him. Fortunately, I was a step ahead of the Sentinel Special Task Force and saw these photos. If I hadn't gone, and the Sentinel Special Task Force had seen these photos, you might have been in trouble. Put them away."
Not might.
Definitely.
Clarice thought to herself, then silently refolded the five photos, put them in her pocket, intending to go home and throw them into the backyard grill, burning them to ashes.
Luke watched Clarice, who had put away the photos again, took a sip of the wine in his glass, and then spoke again: "Oh, right, do you know where David is now? I just went to his place, and he saw me. As a result, he ran away before I could finish three sentences."
As he spoke, Luke watched the expression on Clarice's face, smiling as he said: "And, judging by his demeanor, he seemed to have gotten wind of something and was preparing to flee."
Clarice heard this, steadied herself again, took a deep breath, and looked up at Luke: "I told him to run, Mr. Dunn."
Luke raised an eyebrow: "Oh."
Clarice suppressed an instinctive tremor, looking at Luke: "He told me what he did in Atlanta. After I knew about it, I knew he was in big trouble. If he stayed here, he would harm himself, and he would also harm other Mutants like us who have awakened but haven't done anything bad."
Luke chuckled.
"Big trouble?"
"David didn't just cause big trouble."
"He practically stirred up a storm."
From David's perspective, this matter indeed amounted to stirring up a storm.
Clarice pursed her lips, looking at Luke: "I know, I've seen those things, and I also know where those things are."
Luke: "..."