Luke was rather regretful that it didn't work out. He could only try again later.
He tossed the wooden stick away and stuck a tracer to the man's clothes before he quickly left.
When he returned home and saw Selina, who had just gotten off work, he told her that he was going to France the next day.
Selina's eyes widened. She couldn't believe it. "Why? Why don't I get the chance to go to France? Ah, I want to visit the Champs-Elysees!"
Luke touched her head and said, "Trust me. You'll be able to go there very soon, and buy whatever you want."
Selina looked at him, unconvinced. "Are you dreaming? I'm so poor that I can't even keep myself full for now…" Suddenly, she burped.
Luke said, "Put your chocolates down first before you say that. There's no way you'll starve with that."
Selina said pitifully, "But I'll have to eat bloody hot dogs when you're away. Why are hot dogs everywhere in Los Angeles?"
