Super Detective in the Fictional World

back for days.

When Sheerah told him about this security mission, Bryan had simply reminded her, “Go find that boy named Luke.
He’s quite capable.”

She hadn’t thought of Luke sooner because he was officially a detective, and it might be difficult for him to accept a private job.

This time, she was giving him ten thousand bucks for this job.

It was extremely expensive for a six-hour security service.

But Sheerah wanted a bodyguard who was capable and trustworthy, so she didn’t mind shelling out this amount.

She sensed that something wasn’t right, but she was smart enough not to say anything.

There were times when curiosity killed the cat.

She wasn’t an idiot.

She had encountered a lot of unusual things in ten years of show business.

So, there was no way she would ask these people why their instruments didn’t match her performance.

A band and singer should communicate well before a performance, otherwise something was very likely to go wrong.

Sheerah was an A-list singer in America, and this band should’ve greeted her at the very least.

From that point of view, they were very unprofessional.

Sheerah kept silent, and told Mona in passing that she was slightly dizzy and not to let her be disturbed while she got some rest.

Mona, who had been very unhappy about the band’s attitude, was discouraged from arguing with them, in case it disturbed Sheerah’s rest.

So, she could only keep her mouth shut and prepare for the upcoming performance.

Thankfully, the uncomfortable flight didn’t take very long, and the helicopter landed just half an hour later.

When the doors opened, Luke quickly helped the two ladies off first.
He then pushed out the four boxes, and cleared the way for the strangers on board.

The strangers got off in single file.
A man patted Luke’s shoulder as he passed by and said, “You’re a hardworking boy! Do your best; after today, you’ll definitely be promoted!” He then laughed and waved as he walked away.

With a bashful smile, Luke continued pushing the four boxes dutifully.

The man just now was wearing a leather jacket that had a heavy metal vibe.
With his spiky hair and headband, and his big glasses, he looked like a rock singer in every way.

But a rock singer who didn’t know Sheerah? Was that possible?

As one of the most famous divas in the country, Sheerah might not be known by every citizen, but even those in the music circle who didn’t like her style would have heard of her.

This wasn’t about personal preference, but was a matter of reputation in the circle.

Luke gave two of the lighter boxes to Mona, and then pushed the other two boxes as they went forward.

The scene was pretty lively.

There were marines everywhere in front of them, from top to bottom and left to right.

Dropping their tools or crouching along the handrails, some cheered and some whistled, and some were yelling a name.

Luke could easily tell that the name they were shouting the loudest wasn’t Sheerah, but… Jordan Tyler.

Who was that?

Seeing that the marines were all focused on the short-haired blonde, that was undoubtedly her name.

Almost her entire back was exposed; it was elegantly curved, highlighting the gentle beauty of a woman.
Her tight pants were black at first sight, but when Luke observed them more carefully from the back, he realized that they were slightly transparent, and he could faintly see a deep-colored thong.