"Master Davenport, you... have a thing for this widow?"
Beckett Carmichael, who had just smashed up the shop, was in a great mood. His face was covered in dust, but he didn't mind at all and instead came over to Julius Reed with a sleazy grin and asked.
"No."
Julius Reed shook his head and said, "After all, you know, a man as outstanding as I am will be liked by countless people wherever I go."
"Awesome!"
Beckett Carmichael was stunned for a second and then gave a thumbs up.
"But someone like you definitely can't understand my troubles."
Julius Reed looked at Beckett Carmichael with a 'you don't get it' expression.
"Master indeed! No joke, I've had my eye on that widow before, but she wouldn't even give me a glance! Ah, let's not talk about it, old Carmichael, it breaks my heart!"
Beckett Carmichael said with much regret, as if years had passed and he still couldn't let it go.
"With your abilities, do you really need to go through so much trouble to get a woman?"
