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Sophia Jones glanced out of the corner of her eye, clearly feeling a change in Leonard Churchill’s manner from the previous moment.

But she didn’t say much.

She asked: “Would you like some tea?”

Leonard Churchill: “Thankyou.”

Sophia Jones poured the tea into the cup, the fragrant aroma wafting throughout the room.

At the same time, she casually struck up a conversation with him, asking, “I’m really curious, how did you know I could help you?”

Leonard Churchill chuckled: “Intuition.”

He truly didn’t know.

At least before his consciousness was sealed, he only knew that Sophia Jones was powerful.

But he didn’t dare to assume just how powerful she really was.

His decisions that followed were all based on the judgments of “those guys”.

It was a kind of intuition that was hard to describe, even he didn’t quite understand it at the moment.

It was as if… influenced by Joker’s Gambler of Misfortune.

Gambler of Misfortune: Joker’s life seems to be cursed by destiny. He becomes stronger in desperate and painful situations, finding his reason for existence by seeking thrills, and his luck increases proportionately to the madness of his situation.

The moment he decided to confront Young Master Saul Miller, his thoughts became clearer.

An idea in his heart grew stronger – she would definitely step in, she would certainly be of help!

And indeed, as it turned out, President Jones had the power to turn the tide.

Being able to silently control a fifth-tier card master was not a simple feat.

Hearing this, Sophia Jones looked at him, her eyes flickering, “What if I had not come, or didn’t want to bother with the trouble?”

“Then, I would pay the appropriate price for my judgment.”

Leonard Churchill calmly responded.

He sipped his tea and his gaze deepened as he said, “In my opinion, a life where one can perfectly predict the future is rather boring. It’s those uncertainties that add a little color to life.”

Listening to this, Sophia Jones’ eyes sparkled for a moment.

Recalling that mad scene, everything seemed to be clear.

She smiled faintly, no longer continuing the topic, took a sip of her tea, and said, “You should be really grateful to that girl for risking her life to save you… Your luck with women isn’t bad.”

Leonard Churchill knew she was referring to Tracy Garcia, he smiled in agreement.

He took a sip of tea and added, “Does that include Aunt Jones?”

Of course, it included her as well.

The charm had nothing to do with power, this was not a frivolous assertion but a genuine acknowledgment from the heart.

Previously, his rationality prevented him from voicing it, but now circumstances dictated otherwise.

“Oh?”

Hearing this bold statement, Sophia Jones was slightly taken aback.

But she understood his genuine admiration and smiled.

It has been a long time since anyone dared to ‘flirt’ with her like this.

Especially a young man.

A smile appeared on her beautiful face, finding it rather interesting, she chuckled, “What do you think?”

Leonard Churchill shrugged off the slight impropriety with an easy, “I can’t defeat you.”

Hearing this, Sophia Jones laughed heartily.

In just one sentence, he had expressed both audacity and cowardice,

Which she found quite amusing.

The conversation oozed with a mature woman’s grace and charm.

Without showing any anger or resentment, she flirtatiously retorted, “Well then, wait until you can defeat me… Perhaps, I’ll consider it?”

Leonard Churchill knew he could not keep up this level of teasing, so he chose to gracefully bow out by staying silent.

Sophia Jones also understood why he was behaving differently and casually asked him another question, “How is your mental state?”

Leonard Churchill replied, “For now, everything is fine.”

The tea had a faint scent of freshness.

They continued to sip the tea, cup by cup.

Trusting her intuition, Sophia Jones seemed to figure something out, “So… your visit to the Flood Gang is not just to express your token of gratitude, right?”

Churchill did not try to hide, “I want to see Nine Master.”

Upon hearing this, Sophia Jones’ gaze deepened, “Nine Master was attacked three days ago and he got injured.”

Meanwhile, at the Machinery Studio on the eleventh floor, occupied by Seven Brown.

A dazzling spark from the welding torch illuminated a figure busily tinkering with mechanical parts.

At the entrance, Lew Williams, the owner of Great Ivan, walked in.

“Brother Seven. The batch of custom machinery you ordered last time has arrived.”

“Good, put it on the work table! Also, Lew, have the blueprints with upgraded mechanisms been manufactured at the military factory?”

“Soon. It should arrive in a few days.”

“Oh, okay. Hey, Lew. You seem unhappy lately, what’s the matter?”

“Ah, Brother Seven, you wouldn’t understand… I tried to get more business for the shop by bragging last time I met Master Merlin. Now, I’m in trouble. I can’t find the person that the old lady is looking for, and I also arranged a meeting for old friends.”

“Haha… I did some searching for that ‘Sunny’ character, but there’s no individual by that name in Sinless City.”

“I also know it won’t be easy to find him… Ah… the only good news now is, the Useless Great Sword was stolen.”

“Ah… is it a good thing that it was stolen?”

“lam not sure. The old lady said it’s good. But turning back to the original subject, lately, a group of robbers have been targeting our Great Ivan, incessantly stealing from us.”

“Small issue, we’ll soon take care of it and make them spit out all the spoils.”

Seven Brown and Lew Williams were having a sporadic conversation.

Just then, the intercom buzzed with a message from the management downstairs, Seven Brown suddenly brightened up, “Eh… Leonard Churchill is here!”

Immediately, she set aside her work, called out to him, “Lew, we’ll continue this conversation later. I’ll be right back.”