Chapter 184 The Lingerie Came to Life
"Why'd you buy so many? Planning to open a store?"
Luna glanced at the pile—at least forty or fifty items.
"They're on sale. You can wear them over time."
Charles felt like he'd finally conquered an impossible task.
Luna didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Even if I wear them slowly, I can't use them all! I only have two breasts." She blurted out without thinking.
Charles, missing the point, said, "No worries. If you can't wear them, I can."
Luna was shocked. "You can wear them?"
She looked at Charles like he was a pervert. Did he have a fetish?
Charles snapped back, furious.
"Why do you talk so much? Hurry up and pick one to change into! Don't come to me if you lose your full attendance bonus!" Charles, face flushed, urged Luna.
With less than ten minutes left, Luna grabbed one, stuffed it in her pocket, and ran off, leaving the rest for Charles to take home.
After Luna left, it took Charles a while to recover. He awkwardly placed the paper bag on the back seat, but all he could think about were the colorful bras.
The moment he said, "If you can't wear it, I can," and saw Luna's horrified look, he felt his reputation was ruined.
Charles returned to the office and started working, hoping to forget the embarrassment.
After a busy afternoon, he felt sleepy around four and leaned back to nap.
He ended up having a bizarre dream.
In the dream, a flesh-colored bra came to life, with eyes, a nose, and a mouth on the cups. The straps had turned into deformed hands, each holding a knife and fork, chasing him.
The bra claimed to be a bra spirit, and Charles had broken its straps, so it was coming for revenge. It also had a bra army in all different colors. Dozens of animated bras rushed at him, waving knives and forks, ready for a final battle.
"Don't come any closer! I didn't mean to!" Charles shouted and suddenly woke up, almost sliding off his chair.
He quickly regained his composure and touched his forehead.
He rarely had nightmares, especially in broad daylight. And dreaming of being chased by animated bras was a first.
Max had knocked earlier but didn't get a response. Hearing Charles shout, he quickly opened the door.
Seeing Charles looked fine, just a bit shaken, Max asked again. "Mr. Lee, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Charles waved his hand.
Dreaming of countless bras waving knives and forks was something Charles intended to keep to himself.
"Mr. Lee, the info of those paid trolls hired by FoodieFusion is all here. I've released it, targeting Ryan. Now the head of the paid trolls is looking for Ryan everywhere, thinking he leaked it. They'll soon be at each other's throats."
Max placed the info on Charles's desk.
"Good, I'll show it to Luna later. We're going to a buffet tonight, so we might not have time to look at it." Charles said it casually, but Max felt like he was showing off.
Especially when Charles added, "You should really find someone to go to a buffet with. Aren't you tired of eating the company's simple meals all the time?"
Max didn't want to respond. If he remembered correctly, Mr. Lee didn't act like this when he mentioned Luna twenty days ago.
At the police station, after Luna finished her shift and walked out of the report center, she was stopped by Warren.
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