Chapter 118 Instructions (Extra 7/12)_2

"Maybe she thinks the timing isn't right yet."

At this moment, the little chubby kid came downstairs, wearing a pleading expression, "I found the bottle opener, mom, can I have a little bit of red wine, just a tiny bit?"

"No, don't even think about it."

Luke popped the cork out of the wine, poured a glass for his mom, and one for himself, while the little chubby kid got himself a box of orange juice.

The three clinked their glasses together, and Linda took a sip, "By the way, I heard Lucas had an accident."

"How did you know?"

"I saw it on the news, is it true?"

"Yes, he's dead."

"How did he die?"

"Murdered, I can't say too much."

"You're working on this case too."

"Yeah, I even met his wife today."

"Wow... that's such a pity, I've seen the movies he directed..."

Luke interrupted, "I know, 'The Storm of Special Combat', I've almost developed calluses in my ears hearing about it today."