Chapter Twenty-Nine: Beauty, Don't You Want To?

The Sightseeing Carriage

Wayne sat on the red sofa, with Sophie sitting opposite, ignoring the empty seats and directly taking the one in front of Wayne.

"What a coincidence, meeting again."

Sophie smiled slightly and extended her hand towards Wayne.

Wayne: "..."

Twice now, what is this big sister up to? Is she trying to keep warm because it's too cold or trying to have a snack to satisfy her hunger?

Sophie's initiative made Wayne feel suspicious, suspecting that she was after his family's wealth.

He knew there was a group of socialites who used their beauty to seduce wealthy individuals into investing or marrying them, ultimately aiming to secure financial support or replace the original spouse.

Once they got the money, they would kick the wealthy individual to the curb and find a new target.

A luxury train like this was undoubtedly a prime hunting ground. The high ticket price filtered out the lower classes, making it difficult for ordinary people to afford. While not everyone on the train was a millionaire, the success rate of such schemes was definitely higher here than elsewhere.

One couldn't afford to be soft on con artists. Wayne contemplated whether to use their methods against them. Before they could deceive him out of his money and body, perhaps he should deceive them first.

Sophie had already extended her hand for a while, and Wayne awkwardly smiled, shaking the woman's fingertips as a gesture of politeness.

"Sophie Valentine."

"Wayne."

The two introduced themselves, and Sophie observed Wayne's reaction, not detecting any surprise on his face. She raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Wayne, don't you recognize me?"

"It's an honor to meet such an elegant lady like yourself, but forgive my bluntness, are you a celebrity?" Wayne was also surprised.

She seemed so confident. Could she really be someone important?

If so, approaching him was definitely not for money. The answer was clear: he had caught the eye of a wealthy older woman and was to receive long-term financial support.

"I am a fashion designer, somewhat famous in the capital of the Frank Republic, Paris. This outfit I'm wearing is from my brand, Sophie Valentine. I thought Mr. Wayne might have heard of it."

Sophie explained slowly, slightly disappointed. "It seems I was mistaken. The brand Sophie Valentine isn't that well-known in Lendan."

"It's not that. It's just that I don't know much about the fashion industry. The clothes you're wearing are very beautiful. They will surely be successful in Lendan." Wayne felt embarrassed. She really was a wealthy older woman.

Should he just go along with it or decline firmly? This question was difficult!

"I see!"

Confirming that Wayne didn't even know who he was, Sophie's smile became even warmer. She inferred that her daughter and her boyfriend had just started their relationship and hadn't reached that stage yet.

"Mr. Wayne, what do you think of my brand?"

Sophie stood up and slowly turned around, emitting the scent of her charming perfume while showcasing her elegant and charming curves. "You are from Lendan, and I want to integrate my brand into Lendan. Perhaps you could give me some good advice."

Do you want advice, huh? I'm almost embarrassed to burst your bubble!

Wayne rolled his eyes, adhering to the principle of not looking twice. He carefully looked her up and down.

After a moment, he furrowed his brows tightly.

"People rely on clothes, and clothes rely on people. Sophie complements the brand I designed, both beautiful. I can't find any fault, but... I feel like something's missing?"

"What could it be..."

"Mr. Wayne?!"

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

Wayne smiled apologetically, once again examining Sophie from head to toe, from shoulder to abdomen, from the curve of her back down to her hips, and finally stopping at her fair legs.

Nice legs!

These legs he could...

No, he meant nice white legs!

Wayne's gaze was so serious that Sophie was greatly disappointed. Both her daughter and she had chosen a perverted scoundrel who judged women by their appearance and not their character.

Indeed, she had only turned around once, and Wayne's eyes widened. His expression suggested that he wished to scrutinize her legs closely.

Fortunately, there was no problem. Her daughter hadn't entered the marriage tomb yet. Now, she needed to make Wayne disappear to salvage the situation.

"Lady, your brand has no flaws. It will definitely be popular in Lendan in the future. However, there is one piece of clothing missing on you, which prevents your charm from being fully displayed."

Wayne spoke seriously, trying to remain calm, but his trembling voice revealed his excitement inside.

He smelled an opportunity to make money!

Sophie was taken aback and asked, "What clothing is missing?"

Stockings!

You're not wearing stockings. You're wasting these long legs. If you wore black stockings, it would be a killer combination, sweeping through the fashion capital.

"Lady, have you heard of stockings?"

"I have, but they're too thick and don't fit with the fashion philosophy of my brand."

That's because they haven't been invented yet!

Wayne's eyes lit up. He was referring to nylon stockings, not the knitted long socks worn by courtly men. Sophie, as a fashion designer in the industry, couldn't possibly be unaware of stockings. Since she answered differently, it indicated that nylon stockings hadn't been invented yet.

Right, stockings seemed to have been invented by DuPont during World War II and were put on sale during that period.

Considering the timeline, the war hadn't started yet, and there was no DuPont in this world, but there was nylon, also known as polyamide, which had already been synthesized.

It seemed that in Lendan, nylon had already been used in parachutes, military uniforms, and other military products.

Wayne's eyes brightened. He had a dream of being an inventor when he crossed over. It didn't matter what he invented; the key was to make money easily.

Now the dream was within reach...

No, nylon had already been invented, and if he wanted to use it, he might have to pay a patent fee. Once stockings were on the market, the visible profits would undoubtedly make the other party ignore the contract and personally enter the market to produce stockings.

You can't twist the arm of a big guy. The so-called treaties were all full of loopholes. In the end, he would only be making clothes for the other party's wedding.

It's so difficult!

Wayne furrowed his brows tightly. As a magician now, researching stockings seemed a bit irrelevant to his studies. If he delayed his studies and the beautiful girls gradually drifted away from him, he wouldn't be able to juggle three boats.

Just talking about Veronica, her father was the president of a bank!

One second, Wayne was smiling foolishly, and the next, he was frowning with a troubled expression, but he never looked at Sophie's legs. She turned around twice, even pulling up the hem of her skirt to confirm that Wayne hadn't looked at her, improving her gloomy mood slightly.

She had overthought. Wayne was really talking about clothes!

"Wayne..."

"Lady, it's been a pleasure talking to you, but I'll be getting off at Enolde Station. Considering the time, I should go back to my room and pack." Wayne stood up, bidding farewell to Sophie politely.

Big sister, you're beautiful, but you're too late. Mr. Landau is the president of a bank. Whatever you say, he won't let go.

Sophie looked puzzled and raised her hand to stop Wayne. "So, what clothing did you say was missing on me?"

Kid, do you know that speaking half-truths will cost you your life, especially about a lady's attire? Today, I must make things clear!

Wayne didn't want to say, so he spoke vaguely, "I must have been mistaken. The clothing you design is perfect; nothing is missing."

The more he said this, the more convinced Sophie was that something was missing from her outfit. During the exchange, two men in black entered the dining car.

Their cold eyes swept over the car. One blocked the door, while the other strode towards Wayne and Sophie, his steps urgent and full of murderous intent, setting off a supernatural warning to Wayne.

Danger!

It's a robbery!

Thank goodness, I thought it was an assassin sent by someone important.

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief, but what left him speechless was that the robber didn't keep his word. He said they were only after money, but as soon as he saw Sophie's appearance and figure, he had evil intentions.

His eyes widened with desire, and he couldn't wait to get closer to Sophie's legs for a better look.

You dare to be so bold? I didn't even dare to touch, and you think you can? Just because you have a gun?

Wayne snorted, about to intervene.

In a flash, Sophie grabbed the robber's wrist and twisted it into a knot the moment he tried to grab her.

The robber cried out in pain and instinctively turned his body. When he was facing away from Sophie, he received a heavy kick to his kneecap, causing him to kneel down in agony.

Sophie took a step forward, released the robber's wrist, and grabbed the back of his head with her fingers, smashing it fiercely into the carriage floor.

Bang! The robber went limp.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that Wayne's eyes couldn't keep up. In terms of size, Sophie and the robber were not in the same weight class, yet she effortlessly accomplished the takedown.

Wayne was stunned. My God, what if she uses force on me later?

Where's Veronica? Come and save me!

Sophie picked up the gun from the ground and aimed it at the unconscious robber's head, instructing the other robber to hand over his gun.

Unfortunately, these men were professionals. The moment Sophie overpowered the first robber, the second robber decisively seized a nearby passenger as a hostage.

A child.

He held the gun to the child's temple and used the child's body as a shield for himself.

The child didn't cry but was stunned. The child's mother fainted without a word.

"Drop the gun, or I'll kill this brat!"

Sophie furrowed her brow, her expression suddenly becoming serious. As she weighed the pros and cons and whether to reveal her identity, a hard object pressed against the back of her head.

It was Wayne!

Wayne poked the gun in his hand and chuckled, "Didn't expect this, did you? I'm also a robber. Drop my big brother, or I'll shoot your makeup off your face!"

Sophie was stunned. Her daughter fell for a robber?

The second robber on the opposite side was also stunned. Were there still allies on the train?

Is this real or fake? What if he's not an undercover agent? Let's see first!

"It's you, pretending to be deaf? Keep your gun away from my big brother!"

Wayne came behind Sophie, hooked his arm around her neck, and sniffed her fragrance deeply, impulsively saying, "Beauty, what are you hesitating for? You're so beautiful, you must have a kind heart. You don't want to see that innocent child die because of you, right?"

Sophie blinked. Wayne was too close to her, seriously violating the social safety distance.

"I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. I must have misjudged you..."

She took a deep breath, slowly lowered her arm, and let the gun fall to the ground.

"Haha, brother, well done. Thanks to you this time."

The second robber let go of the hostage and strode towards Sophie. He was very confident that Wayne was on their side, with his lecherous face and identical expressions to the fallen big brother.

In terms of lines, his big brother was slightly inferior, lacking Wayne's professionalism.

After three steps, the second robber stood dumbfounded in place.

Two guns were simultaneously aimed at him.

"Drop the gun." x2

"...You, you're not my brother?"

Wait, your expression, your lines, clearly don't look like you're acting. How did you become a good person?

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