Chapter 29: Beauty, you wouldn't want that either, right?

Sightseeing car.

Mister Wayne sat on the red sofa, opposite to the Lady Hefei who followed him, still ignoring the empty seat and directly sitting opposite to Wayne.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

Lady Hefei offered a slight smile and extended her hand towards Mister Wayne.

Wayne: "..."

Twice now, big sister, what are you up to? Too cold, haven't eaten enough, intending to get something hot to eat?

Hefei's proactive behavior made Wayne deeply suspicious, wondering if she was coveting his billions.

He knew of a group of social butterflies who used their beauty to lure in wealthy investors for shares, with the ultimate goal of either abducting the person's offspring or displacing the original partner in order to ascend themselves.

Once they got the money, they would kick the wealthy person to the curb and search for the next target.

The luxury train was undoubtedly an excellent hunting ground, the high ticket prices filtering out social classes, unaffordable for common folk. Although not everyone on board was a millionaire, the success rate was definitely higher compared to other places.

One must not be soft on swindlers, Mister Wayne pondered, thinking about using the swindler's own methods against them, scamming her body and money before she could scam his.

Lady Hefei's hand had been extended for a while now, Wayne gave an awkward smile and took the lady's fingertips in a gesture of politeness.

"Slyphy Valentine."

"Wayne."

They introduced themselves, and observing his reactions, Hefei raised an eyebrow: "Mister Wayne, do you not recognize me?"

"To know such an elegant lady as yourself is my honor, but upon first meeting... forgive me for being frank, are you some kind of celebrity?" Wayne was also surprised.

Her confidence suggested she might really be some important figure. If that was the case, approaching him surely wasn't for the sake of money—it was just one answer, he was being targeted by a wealthy older lady for long-term financial support.

"I am a fashion designer, quite renowned in the capital of Farak Republic, Paris. This outfit I'm wearing is my brand, Slyphy Valentine. I thought Mister Wayne would have heard of it."

Hefei spoke slowly, with a hint of disappointment: "It seems I thought too highly. The brand Slyphy Valentine isn't very famous in Lundan."

"Not at all, I simply don't know much about the fashion circle. The clothes you are wearing are beautiful and are sure to succeed greatly in Lundan." Wayne was embarrassed; she truly was a wealthy older lady.

Should he accept directly, or decline several times before accepting?

Damn, this is a tough problem!

"I see!"

Once her name was mentioned and Wayne still didn't show recognition, Hefei's smile became warmer. She assumed her daughter and boyfriend had just confirmed their relationship not long ago, and they hadn't done 'that' yet.

"Mister Wayne, what do you think of my brand?"

As Hefei stood up and slowly turned around, the charming perfume she emitted was accompanied by the display of her elegant and attractive figure: "As a Lundanese, I want to integrate my brand into Lundan. Perhaps you could offer me some sound advice."

You're asking for advice? I'm embarrassed to expose your real intention!

Wayne rolled his eyes and, according to the principle of not wasting a free look, he visually measured her up and down for a while.

Moments later, he furrowed his brows tightly.

Clothes make the man, and man complements the clothes. Hefei complemented her brand perfectly, a beautiful woman in beautiful clothing; he couldn't find a single flaw, yet he felt something was missing.

"What could it be..."

"Mister Wayne?!"

"Sorry, your charm is too incredible, I got distracted."

Wayne apologized with a smile and began sizing up Hefei again, from head to toe, from shoulder to waist, the curve from her back gliding to the line of her buttocks, finally stopping at her fair lower legs.

Nice legs!

He could play with these legs...

Pfft, he meant to say, nice white legs!

Wayne's gaze was so earnest that it greatly disappointed Hefei. Her daughter and she shared the same taste, both picking a hypocritical lecher.

As soon as she turned around, Wayne's eyes bulged. He seemed desperate to press his face against her legs and inspect them closely.

Fortunately, it wasn't a significant issue, her daughter hadn't yet entered the grave of marriage; if Wayne disappeared now, there was a chance to save the situation.

"Lady, your brand has no flaws, and it's sure to be popular in Lundan in the future. However, there is one piece of clothing missing that prevents your charm from being fully showcased."

Wayne spoke earnestly, trying his best to stay calm, though his trembling voice still indicated his excitement inside.

He sniffed a business opportunity, and the chance to make money was approaching!

Hefei paused briefly before asking, "What kind of clothing is it?"

Stockings!

You're not wearing stockings; your beautiful legs are wasted. Paired with black stockings, you could create a killer look and sweeping the fashion capital wouldn't be a dream anymore.

"Lady, have you heard of stockings?"

"I have heard of them, they're too thick and don't suit the fashion philosophy of my design brand."

So they haven't been invented yet!

Wayne felt certain, he was referring to nylon stockings, not the knitted hosiery worn by men in the court. Since Hefei was a fashion designer in the fashion industry, she would surely know about stockings. Her evasive answer suggested that nylon stockings had yet to be invented.

That's right, stockings seem to have been invented by White Eagle and sold during the Second World War.

Calculating the time, the war hadn't started, and this world had no White Eagle, but nylon, also known as Nylon, had already been synthesized.

It seemed to be in Lundan, and had already been used in military markets such as parachutes and uniforms.

A bright idea struck Wayne; when he had crossed over, he dreamed of being an inventor. It wasn't important what to invent; the key was to make money while lying flat.

And now that dream was within reach...

Wait, nylon had already been invented, and someone held the patent. He might be able to pay a patent fee, but once stockings hit the market, the blatantly obvious huge profits would compel the other party to ignore any agreement and manufacture the stockings themselves.

The weak wouldn't be able to challenge the strong, and with the contracts full of loopholes, in the end, he would only be making wedding dresses for others.

It's so tough!

Wayne furrowed his brow; he was now a Mage, and researching stockings was somewhat irresponsible. If he got distracted and drifted away from his studies and the beautiful girls, and ended up unable to juggle three relationships, wouldn't that be a case of losing something more important for something trivial?

Just take Veronica for example, her father owned a bank!

One second Wayne was grinning like a fool, and the next second, he was frowning with a face full of worry, exclusively not looking at Slyphy's legs. She twirled around twice and even pulled up the hem of her skirt a bit to make sure Wayne wasn't looking at her, which somewhat improved her gloomy mood.

She was overthinking things; Wayne was truly talking about clothes!

"Wayn..."

"Lady Slyphy, it's been a pleasure chatting with you. I'll be getting off at Enlorde Station. Looking at the time, I should head back to my room and pack," Wayne said as he stood up, politely bidding farewell to Slyphy.

Big sister, you are beautiful, but you're too late. Mister Lando is a banker; this would-be father-in-law of mine wouldn't let go no matter what.

Slyphy was taken aback and raised her hand to stop Wayne: "So, when you said I was missing an article of clothing, what exactly did you mean?"

Kid, do you have any idea that leaving a conversation about a lady's attire halfway through is like asking to be thrown into a river? You must clarify today.

Wayne didn't want to elaborate and vaguely stated, "I must have seen wrong. The clothing you designed is truly perfect; nothing is missing."

The more evasive he was, the more Slyphy was convinced she was missing an article of clothing. In the midst of their tugging and pulling, two men in black entered the dining car.

With indifferent gazes sweeping across the car, one blocked the door while the other charged towards Wayne and Slyphy, his steps urgent and murderous, triggering Supernatural Sensing to send out a warning to Wayne.

There was danger!

The man in black reached into his coat and drew a pistol, pointing it towards him: "Everyone, stay where you are and don't move. Just hand over your money cooperatively and nobody gets hurt. We're only after your money."

So it was a robbery!

I was so scared, I thought they were hitmen sent by some big shot.

Wayne let out a sigh of relief, but what rendered him speechless was that the robbers didn't keep their word. They'd said they were only after money, but once they got a clear look at Slyphy's beautiful face and figure, their intentions turned foul.

Their eyes bulged as if they wanted to press against big sister's legs and inspect them closely.

Disgusting!

"Keep an eye on the door; I'm going to have a chat with this lady," the robber said, turning his head to yell at his accomplice while lecherously sizing up Slyphy's ample chest, eager and straightforward, reaching out to grab without any finesse.

You've got some nerve. Even I didn't dare to touch, and who do you think you are? Just because you have a gun?

Wayne snorted coldly, readying his hand to intervene.

A gust of fragrant wind, and Slyphy grabbed the robber's wrist, twisting his hand into a pretzel with a wristlock.

Yelping with pain, the robber unconsciously turned his body, and as he completely faced away from Slyphy, his knee caved from a heavy kick, sending him screaming down to his knees.

Slyphy stepped forward, released his wrist, and pressed her fingers against the back of his head, smashing it hard against the floor of the car.

With a thud, the robber lay motionless.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that Wayne could barely keep up. Based on their stature, Slyphy and the robber weren't even in the same weight class, yet she managed an easy kill.

Wayne was dumbfounded. Damn, what if she overpowers me later?

Veronica, where are you? Come save me!

Slyphy picked up the gun from the floor, aimed it at the unconscious robber's head, and commanded the other robber to drop his gun.

Unfortunately, these men were professionals. The moment Slyphy took down the first robber, the second, who was guarding the door, took a child passenger as a hostage.

A child.

He pointed the gun at the child's temple and used the child's body as a shield against his own torso.

The child didn't cry but was petrified; the child's mother didn't say a word and fainted straight away.

"Put down the gun, or I'll kill this little Ace of Clubs!"

"..."

Slyphy furrowed her brow, her expression instantly grave, weighing the pros and cons of revealing her identity when something hard pressed against the back of her head.

It was Wayne!

Wayne nudged the gun he held and sneered, "Bet you didn't see that coming; I'm also a robber. Let my brother go, or else I'll blow your pretty face to bits!"

Slyphy was startled. Had her daughter fallen for a robber?

The second robber across was also startled. There were accomplices on the train?

Could it be true, and what if he wasn't an undercover agent? Let's wait and see! x2

"I'm talking to you, are you deaf? Keep the gun away from my boss!"

Wayne moved behind Slyphy, hooked his arm around her neck, and deeply inhaled the scent of her hair, urging her impulsively, "Beauty, what are you hesitating for? You're so gorgeous, and you must have a kind heart too. You wouldn't want to see that innocent child die because of you, right?"

Slyphy's eyelid twitched; Wayne was too close, a serious invasion of her personal space.

"I didn't know you were this kind of person. I was wrong about you..." She took a deep breath and slowly lowered her arms, letting the gun point towards the floor.

"Hahaha, brother, well done! We were lucky to have you this time," the second robber said as he let go of the hostage and walked towards Slyphy. He was certain Wayne was one of them; that sleazy grin was identical to his fallen brother.

In terms of dialogue, his brother was a bit less convincing, lacking Wayne's professionalism.

After three steps, the second robber stood there, dumbfounded.

Two guns were now aimed at him.

"Drop the gun." x2

"..."

You're not my brother?

But that can't be. Your expression, your lines, they clearly didn't seem acted. How did you suddenly turn into the good guy!?