[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Bruce only half believed what Lydia said.

There must be some supernatural abilities, and she is indeed from New York, but the photo or something... is obviously just an excuse.

But what is her purpose?

Bruce couldn't figure it out, because he couldn't imagine what Lydia could gain by telling this lie.

There was a knock on the door, and the hotel's breakfast was delivered. Lydia glanced at Bruce who was thinking, and didn't bother, went out to take the breakfast and put it on the bedside table, and passed the milk: "Don't think so much, Eat something first."

She met Bruce's searching gaze frankly, and even smiled generously: "I don't need anything except photos. You put on the armor, let me take pictures, and sign a few autographs, and we'll settle the matter." Yes, how nice."

"What do you want?" Bruce couldn't believe her request was so simple, he didn't take the milk, leaned on the pillow and continued to ask.

Lydia sighed for a long time, put the milk on the table, and raised her eyebrows slightly to look at him: "To be honest, you don't believe me, so how about this, let's go to a place you think is safe to take pictures and allow others to watch ,How about it?"

A signed photo of Batman with a base price of more than 1000 US dollars was enough for Lydia to back down. She picked up the sandwich and took a bite, looking at Bruce, waiting for his answer.

Bruce thought about it for a while, and finally nodded: "Then it's in Wayne Manor."

Wayne Manor is indeed his only choice. There is no absolutely safe place. Wayne Manor is at least a big place. As long as he puts Ah Fu out, he won't worry about this woman having any bad thoughts.

Lydia smiled happily, and a bright smile appeared on her face without makeup: "Then come here to pick me up at eight o'clock in the evening."

She paused, as if she knew Bruce's question, looked at him with green eyes, and added: "After all, Batman belongs to the night."

The door of the room was knocked again, and the hotel from yesterday delivered all her luggage. Lydia opened the door, took the luggage, and said to the waiter outside: "Help me call a taxi and take Wayne Sir to Wayne Manor."

Hearing Bruce's name, the waiter looked a little surprised, but went to call a car without saying anything.

Lydia went to the bathroom and changed out of yesterday's pajamas. When she came out, Bruce had stood up by himself, holding the wound on his waist with one hand. There was a little cold sweat on his forehead, but he just frowned slightly. It looks very tolerable.

Lydia leaned against the bathroom door frame and watched for a while, and she didn't see Bruce showing a painful expression until the front desk called.

It's amazing, obviously I didn't take painkillers.

Lydia was in awe of this billionaire, and to show her respect, she decided to spend some money to help him down—at any rate, she would earn back by taking a few more photos.

She dug out the last three banknotes from yesterday's nightgown, took a few more and put them in the pocket of the dress she was wearing, squeezed one to increase her strength, and then she couldn't even stand up. Steady Bruce.

Batman didn't want her help, so Lydia let go of her hand with a smile, and took a step back: "Okay, then why don't you walk to the door without supporting the wall?"

Bruce walked a few steps, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead again. Lydia worried that his wound would collapse and affect the night's shooting, so she hurried forward to support him. Bruce didn't speak this time, and his attitude seemed to soften a little.

When they were going out, Helen who was next door opened the door by chance, and immediately smiled when she saw Lydia, then turned her eyes to see Bruce and blinked vigorously, with an expression of disbelief on her face: "God— —This is Mr. Wayne?!"

She also knows Iron Man, Captain America, Spider-Man, Bruce Wayne, what's so surprising.

But at this moment, almost all of Bruce's body weight was leaning on her, and it was not easy for her to break the stage at this time, so she showed a mysterious smile to Helen: "I met you last night."

As expected, Helen was misled, with an expression of surprise and admiration on her face, she watched Lydia and Bruce enter the elevator.

In Gotham City, Bruce's face was a moving sign, but he was as famous for changing his bed partner as his clothes, so when they went downstairs, although everyone looked at him with gossip Looking at them, no one is surprised by this.

The taxi had been parked outside for a while, and the waiter at the door saw them coming out and opened the door for them.

At this moment, another taxi stopped behind their car, and a tall young man walked out of it.

Lydia supported Bruce and stood at the door of the car, but all her attention was attracted by that person.

The man was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and the profile of his face was very clear. He was wearing a casual suit, and his figure could be seen through the clothes.

He took a suitcase out of the trunk, said goodbye to the driver politely, and walked into the hotel.

"Lydia?" Bruce called softly. He raised his hand and broke Lydia's chin, who wanted to turn her head to look into the hotel. "Honey, can we go?"

Only then did Lydia come back to her senses, and she glanced at the waiter and driver who were looking at them strangely from the corner of her eye, and then slowly raised the corners of her mouth in their eyes, and held Bruce's hand affectionately: "I'm sorry dear Yes, I just think he looks familiar."

She carefully pushed Bruce into the back of the car, and followed suit.

Lydia took good care of Bruce during this journey, and his wounds haven't cracked since he went downstairs. Seeing Lydia close the car door, he glanced at the driver in front of him, and pretended to be his playboy again.

He folded his hands on Lydia's, showing a very friendly expression, and said to the driver with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Go to Wayne Manor."

Wayne Manor is located in the northeast corner of Gotham City. Although it belongs to Gotham City geographically, it is far away from the city. It took almost an hour to drive from this hotel in the north.

When they arrived at the gate of the manor, the old housekeeper of the Wayne family had already been waiting at the gate of the villa. His face remained unchanged when he watched Lydia and Bruce get out of the car side by side, and only after sending the driver away Turning his head calmly: "Master Bruce, maybe you can come back next time without getting hurt."

"But all superheroes are blood-stained." Lydia said casually, and when she got out of the car, she charged her powers again. He went to his bedroom and put him on the bed.

"I didn't get hurt so badly, Ah Fu." Bruce protested on the bed, the old housekeeper glanced at him, and said in a calm tone, "We'll talk about this after your injury is healed, young master."

"Thank you, miss." Ah Fu nodded towards Lydia.

Lydia smiled back, and then said to the billionaire on the bed: "I'll come to you at night, and bring your batsuit along the way—you don't need to find someone to pick me up, I'll come by myself."

Holding the banknotes, she thought of the young man she had just met at the entrance of the hotel. No matter how she thought about it, she felt familiar, but she just couldn't remember who it was.

Go back and ask Helen if she has any impression.