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Watching the girl in front of him eat with a casual grace that still maintained a sense of decorum, Shasha knew she must have received a good education.
Many young people these days were like this; despite coming from well-off families with highly cultured parents, they gradually became rebellious due to age and other factors. The girl before him was a perfect example.
Which girl would dye her hair such a seaweed green? She even wore heavy smoky makeup on her face.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I might just dig your eyeballs out!” the girl said flatly while cutting her steak.
Shasha withdrew his gaze and took a sip of red wine. “I’m sorry, I was just a bit curious.”
“Curious about what? Do you think girls my age should always dress neatly and hold a book like some good little girl?” The girl’s face showed disgust. “Do you believe that eighty percent of girls who look like me are secretly dressing up like this and going to various clubs or bars?”
With a noncommittal smile, Shasha replied, “So you are one of them?”
The girl glanced at him and nodded without denying it. “That’s right, I am.”
Shasha shrugged. “Well then, I’m curious about how your parents feel about you riding a motorcycle.”
“Do you think I would ride it back home?” The girl shot him a disdainful look.
“Even if you don’t plan to ride it back, they will find out,” Shasha wiped his mouth and tossed the napkin onto the table. “Don’t underestimate parents; their understanding of their children is beyond your imagination.”
The girl was momentarily taken aback by his words, then fell silent. Her expression was complex and subtly revealing.
Glancing at his watch, Shasha didn’t notice her expression but knew Wanda Maximoff would be arriving soon.
He looked toward the restaurant entrance and spotted the unmistakable redhead, who quickly noticed the two of them dining together.
“Sir, I’ve already sent someone to repair your car, as well as this lady’s motorcycle,” Wanda Maximoff said.
Hearing Wanda’s words, the girl snapped her fingers in front of Shasha. “Did you forget something?”
Shasha chuckled and gestured for Wanda to pull out the checkbook. He casually wrote a check for one hundred thousand dollars and handed it to the girl.
Without hesitation, she snatched it away, looked at the number on the check, and smiled as she gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks.”
She raised her chin slightly and stood up to leave. As she brushed past Wanda Maximoff, there was a brief moment of hesitation in her movement.
The two women exchanged an unintentional glance, each feeling a strange sensation within.
Once the girl had departed, Shasha stood up and noticed his assistant frowning, seemingly lost in thought. He asked with concern, "Are you thinking about some troublesome matter? If you're facing difficulties, you can tell me."
Wanda Maximoff shook her head. "It's nothing."
During the ride home in Wanda's car, the assistant appeared preoccupied, so much so that she instinctively drove to her own doorstep without reminding Shasha.
It wasn't until she parked that Wanda realized, and she turned to him with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, sir."
Shasha waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine. I'm just curious about what my assistant is thinking. After all, I’ve never seen anything that could stump you before."
Wanda smiled wryly, hesitating before asking a question. "Sir, have you ever encountered a stranger who felt like an old friend you've known for years? What does that feel like?"
"I noticed you referred to 'her.' Is it about that girl from earlier?" Shasha raised an eyebrow. "You feel like you know her? But you've never met before?"
Wanda nodded. "That's exactly it."
"Really? That sounds like quite a magical experience," Shasha remarked, though his mind was occupied with other thoughts.
After reassuring his assistant, Shasha encouraged her to go home and rest well. When he dropped her off, he encountered Quicksilver, also known as Pietro Maximoff, the brother of the Scarlet Witch.
Pietro welcomed Shasha warmly; he had always wanted to thank the person who changed their lives face-to-face. Although he had a somewhat slick demeanor, it became clear through interaction that it was merely a survival skill he possessed.
Like Wanda, Pietro had a kind heart and understood gratitude well—likely due to their shared experiences.
Before taking his leave, Shasha asked Pietro, "Ginger, would you be interested in coming to work with your sister at our company?"
Pietro's eyes lit up at the suggestion as he glanced at his slightly flustered sister. He then smiled ruefully. "I would really like to, but I don't know what I could do."
"It's okay not to know what to do. Even if you're not skilled at something, you can learn. After all, you're about to graduate soon; it's time to find a job, isn't it?" Shasha said encouragingly as he patted him on the shoulder.
If possible, Shasha actually did not wish to arbitrarily change the trajectory of the indigenous people. Their future heights would not be limited to the present, but since he had encountered them, it was clear that some things had already changed.
Even if Shasha was reluctant to admit it, from the moment he descended into this world, he had become a factor in altering the world's trajectory, changing many destinies to varying degrees.
Perhaps in the future they would still step into that realm, but at least he did not want to be a part of that assistance.
Thus, following the sibling interaction model, Shasha always presented himself as an ordinary person. He had considered using the abilities of this brother-sister duo for his own purposes, thinking it was too wasteful to squander their gifts.
But after that, he came to understand that it was better to let things unfold naturally.
Shasha's encouragement gave Pietro confidence. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded and said, "I think I can give it a try."
With that, Shasha left satisfied.
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