256: Chapter 138 That Night It Ended_3 256: Chapter 138 That Night It Ended_3 Chris squinted her eyes at Wayne and added two black lines to the design sketch, allowing the skirt to barely reach the knees.
It couldn’t be any shorter, otherwise her sense of sha wouldn’t stand it!
Wayne nodded, having a clear idea of how the final product would look, with the hem certainly falling beyond the knees.
Drawing a bodycon skirt was nothing but the application of the “window theory,” letting Chris compromise on her own.
The length of the skirt wasn’t important.
In fact, the skirt itself wasn’t important.
What was important was that once you have one, you have two; he had a model now.
“Senior, stand still and don’t move.
I’ll take your waist and hip asurents; the sample will be made in a couple of days.”
“…”
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Comrcial Street, Wayne Detective Agency.
The Dawn Detective Agency across the street was still booming with business.
The followers of Death were the epito of not making money; they were all so busy that they were losing their hair just to ensure that the belief in the fairness and justice of death was deeply rooted in people’s hearts.
“If you opened a wig shop here, the business would certainly boom.”
Wayne stopped his car; he checked in at Jianhe County in the morning, went to Lando Manor to learn magic in the afternoon, and still had to find ti to swing by the Detective Agency.
He had beco so busy it was almost too much.
“Making money is so hard!”
Wayne got out of the car and closed the door.
He had only walked a few steps when he sensed a lecherous gaze shooting from behind at an exceedingly low angle, chilling his buttocks and causing him to shiver involuntarily.
When in Windsor, beware of backstabs.
Wayne turned around, and to his surprise, the owner of the lecherous gaze was not a bald gay man but a tall and leggy beauty.
“Detective Mona, what are you doing behind ?” Wayne asked with a dark face.
“Eh, boss, it’s you?”
Mona exclaid in surprise, too focused on checking out his butt to notice who he was.
“Even if it wasn’t , you can’t…
Where’s the dignity of a lady?
Oh well, just be more careful next ti.”
Wayne lectured his employee with a stern face.
He felt sowhat responsible for awakening Mona’s bizarre fetishes.
Leaving that aside, why hadn’t the Holy See arranged a psychological counseling session for their undercover agent already?
It had been so many days.
Mona, having locked onto her target and recognized her boss by his butt, was so embarrassed that she almost etched a cathedral with her toe right on the spot, giving a weak and pale laugh while trying to explain.
‘Bruce’ had disappeared without a trace, and to this day there was still no news of him.
The Holy See had abandoned the search, acting as though he never existed.
Ask them, and they say his will is still there, that the man isn’t dead; ask more, and they know nothing.
Mona greatly admired Bruce.
If it wasn’t for his undercover work, providing intelligence at the risk of his own life right under the Devil’s nose, the expulsion of the Thousand-Eyed Demon by the Holy See would have co at a terrible cost.
And it was highly possible that if the Devil opened the Hell Gate, Lundan would be devastated, with millions of lives sacrificed.
Mona wanted to know who Bruce was.
Heroes shouldn’t remain naless, their truths buried in the annals of history.
Maybe Bruce didn’t care, but she wanted to say thank you to him.
That’s what heroes deserved!
Mona’s information was limited.
The only way to confirm Bruce’s identity was by his butt, a sensation she had etched into her soul, confident that a single pinch would lead her to the hero.
With a population in Lundan over six million, even accounting for just half, there were three million males.
In this sea of people, she couldn’t possibly try her hand on every one of them; she had to first gauge by sight and then find the right opportunity.
She thought Wayne’s butt looked very much like it; at least it seed quite perky.
“Don’t do such silly things next ti.
If people see it, it could affect the reputation of the Detective Agency.” Wayne chided her again and turned around…
letting Mona walk in front of him.
Entering the office, Wayne checked the recent attendance record.
It had been almost a month, and Wesley still hadn’t found the rich man’s dog son.
“Can’t even find a dog and still has the nerve to call himself a famous detective…”
Wayne mumbled to himself, confident in Wesley’s abilities.
If even Wesley couldn’t find it, the commission was likely tied to a mysterious event.
After so thought, Wayne called Mona over and handed the task to her.
“Resolve it as quickly as possible; the client must be given an answer, dead or alive.” Wayne instructed,” Wesley has been investigating for a long ti; just directly ask him.”
Mona nodded and left with the commission file.
Regarding the missing pet dog, she had so guesses.
So ti ago, the Tactical Squad had exterminated Magical Beings in the nest of the Thousand-Eyed Demon.
Most of these Magical Beings, before their transformation, were stray dogs roaming the streets, captured by Jeliff’s Black Robe subordinates.
“This commission might be useful.”
Mona bowed her head slightly, her glasses flashed a light, as she had been investigating Wayne’s identity for so ti but hadn’t yet found the right opportunity.
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