Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 994 - Side Effects of a New Ability

Chapter 994: Side Effects of a New Ability

After recounting the family conflict that had been going on for over a year, Lindsay suddenly felt much better at that moment. Most of the uneasiness, conflict, anxiety, and frustration she had been suppressing in her heart had dissipated, and she felt much more relaxed.
Looking at Luke, who was still sitting there with a faint smile on his face, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed. “Sorry for making you listen to so many boring things.”
Luke took a sip of his coffee and said unhurriedly, “I understand, and you don’t have to be too grateful to me. Let me tell you something: I work for NYPD’s Detective Bureau, and we received a donation of 200,000 from your family yesterday.”
Lindsay was stunned. “This…”
Luke said, “Don’t worry. The money wasn’t transferred to my account, and my job isn’t to raise funds. I just want to say that your parents really care about you.”
Lindsay sighed. “I know. That’s something I understand from the last few days.”
Luke chuckled. “As long as the police department doesn’t receive any more calls from all of you, then I can say I’ve more than done my job, and my boss won’t press me to do anything. That’s good enough.”
Lindsay smiled bitterly. “Sorry to trouble you.”
Luke waved his hand. “I promised your mother that I would talk to you when I had the chance, but I don’t think there’s a need to say anything now. Both you and they know what your mistake was. It’s just that you can’t open your heart for now.”
Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, he continued, “It’s a blessing to have family that cares about you. Don’t cause a bigger misunderstanding over something unimportant. Tell your mother what you told me today. I think she’ll understand.”
Lindsay lowered her head and allowed her long hair to cover her face.
After a long silence, she nodded. “Thank you. I will.”
After getting an answer, Luke didn’t say anything else. He simply took out his phone and read the messages from Selina.
She was already with her family and preparing for Christmas, and had sent a lot of photos.
Her siblings and her parents were all busy at the ranch. They all looked very happy.
Luke smiled. This was what a normal family looked like.
On Lindsay’s side, while Luke’s words could only be considered something old people would say, she still listened for some reason.
Maybe it was because of his attitude, she thought to herself. She raised her head and looked at Luke, who was sitting on the couch, out of the corner of her eye.
At that moment, Luke crossed his legs casually.
He fiddled unhurriedly with the phone in hand, and the corners of his mouth were curled up as if he was smiling.
Unconsciously, Lindsay stared blankly at the image.
Luke knew that she was looking at him, but he didn’t care.
This had happened with many women recently.
Unless they ignored him from the beginning, the more they looked at him, the more attracted they would be to him.
He had some guesses about this.
Perhaps it was because his mental attributes had improved his temperament, but also because his physical attributes had made him more handsome.
It could also be a result of Elementary Pheromone’s control. The effect of this ability wasn’t clear yet, but it wasn’t hard to make a good impression on women.
Of course, this was just a good impression, or rather, he was pleasing to their eye.
A woman who didn’t like his type wouldn’t change her taste.
But if the other party happened to like him, the good impression would be even stronger.
He had been hit on more frequently in the last few days, which was very clear proof.
That was also the reason why Luke rarely hung around outside for the past few days, unless he brought along a “cover” like Selina or Elena.
In fact, even with Elena around yesterday, a few bold girls had come up to him to directly ask for his phone number.
Luke could only refuse with a smile before he ran off with Elena.
Elena was vexed for a long time over this matter. She asked, “What will happen in the future?”
Luke decisively said that he was a picky eater, and wouldn’t be dragged away so easily.
Naturally, Elena scolded him and “beat” him up.
Half an hour later, a staff member called away the dazed Lindsay.
Looking at Luke, who nodded at her before he went back to playing with his phone, she felt at peace.
That was right. She had been watching Luke for half an hour. She hadn’t become restless, but instead had become more “Buddha-like”.
Of course, this was all thanks to Luke.
He had no intention of provoking this big missy.
He didn’t want to mess with her protective mother either.
So, he activated his ability slightly to prevent Lindsay from becoming intoxicated by his “beauty,” which softened the impact on her mental state and made her more serene and calm, and less impulsive.
He wasn’t very good at using his abilities, but it was thanks to Lindsay’s lack of defenses and resistance that he was able to continually produce this “output.”
Lindsay would probably remain in this “Buddha” state for a week or two. By then, she probably wouldn’t argue with her family anymore, and this could be considered a good ending for Luke’s “case.”
Not long after Lindsay left, there were a burst of exclamations and discussions on the other side.
After listening for a while, Luke found out that someone had offered a million dollars to buy a Monroe painting.
Who knew if Lindsay had arranged this herself.
In the art market, this sort of trick was too common. It wasn’t surprising, and had nothing to do with him.
Luke quickly turned his attention back to his phone.
At that moment, he was no longer looking at Selina’s Christmas photos, but at various files.
After his Mental Strength reached 40, his ability to use fragments of time was even stronger. He could immerse himself in learning and thinking in just a few seconds.
He had spent a lot of time playing these two days, but hadn’t focused entirely on Elena.
Elena had slept for almost six hours last night, but Luke had only slept for two.
At two in the morning, when this future female artist was fast asleep, Luke had already started working overtime.
Ten minutes later, a staff member brought Elena and Margaret over.
After the coffee was served, the girls finally told him what happened.
Luke embraced Elena, who was both a little excited and envious. He heard from her that two of Monroe’s paintings might be sold.
One of the paintings was worth about 1.2 million dollars, which was one of the main artworks that Luke had heard about at the beginning.
The other painting was slightly less expensive at 800,000 dollars, and was also a main piece.
Luke secretly chuckled. If this was how Lindsay operated, then Monroe’s mainstream works would carry a “million-dollar” label.
In the future, whoever wanted to buy them would have to spend more than a million.
With a little more hype, the price would become a few million dollars, and Lindsay would get half of it.
Recalling how Lindsay had inadvertently mentioned that she had almost a hundred of Monroe’s works, Luke couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
The success of the hype, coupled with an appropriate sales frequency, meant that she would be able to earn at least tens of million. She wouldn’t have to worry about money for the rest of her life.