I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2194 - 1402: Gasoline Cars and New Energy

"Sister Luck, your figure is getting better and better."

After finishing the aerobics class, the personal trainer, who could be described as a muscular man, praised his one-on-one client lavishly.

But Sister Luck rely smiled at the coach’s obvious complint, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and didn’t respond.

The handso yet robust personal trainer had a hint of regret in his eyes, but he didn’t show it.

"Feel free to let know when you’re available next ti, Sister Luck."

Without any heavy makeup, Sister Luck made an OK gesture. Perhaps she was tired from the fitness class and didn’t display the vibrant energy she usually had at nightclubs.

"Take a rest first, Sister Luck."

The personal trainer didn’t pester her, sensibly and rationally leaving. When dealing with such clients, one must not be impatient; one has to wait for the other party to take the initiative, or else it would be counterproductive.

Even if things don’t progress further, each personal training session’s fee isn’t a small sum.

So people can’t be tempted by wealth.

But so still seek shortcuts.

It’s just unfortunate, Sister Luck, despite being wealthy and willful, doesn’t fancy every man that cos along; she’s very particular.

Sitting on the ground, after a short rest, she stood up and walked to the electronic scale, stepping onto it without taking off her shoes, unlike other girls.

156.6

It seems like she’s gained half a pound since the last ti she weighed herself.

Obviously.

The trainer lied, but Sister Luck isn’t unreasonable; he has his professional needs, and it was a well-intentioned lie.

"Sigh~"

Looking down at the number on the scale, Sister Luck sighed softly, seeming a bit annoyed by her weight.

But she doesn’t consider that if she swapped the ti she spends in nightclubs with ti spent in the gym, would she get the sa result?

Luckily, Luck is not soone who depletes herself emotionally. People who do tend not to gain weight, as any emotional fluctuations regarding her weight settled at the mont she stepped off the scale.

"Boom!"

In the strength area.

The bag suspended in the air shook violently under a heavy punch, then got hit by a forceful spinning kick as it swung back.

"Bang!"

As she approached, Sister Luck’s heart skipped a beat, fearing the bag might explode from the abuse.

"You’re in a high mood today."

Her words saved the unfortunate punching bag. The explosively powerful individual was surprisingly a woman, and one with a gentle appearance with long hair.

Under the force of gravity, the punching bag swayed side to side, its motion gradually subsiding.

The long-haired woman stopped.

"Co on, let’s take a break."

Sister Luck called out.

Rest area.

Two glasses of soda water were in front of them.

"Sothing on your mind?"

Sister Luck asked tentatively.

"No."

The long-haired woman sipped her water, clearly insincere.

They hadn’t known each other for just a day or two; her irritability was a sure sign of sothing being off.

"You always like to keep things to yourself. Humans are social creatures and need to share. If you speak out your happiness, it’ll double; if it’s a worry, it’ll beco half."

The long-haired woman remained silent, unchanged since they t.

Strangely enough, they’ve known each other for so long, at least three or four years, yet she still doesn’t even know the other woman’s na.

That’s right.

Though they’re friends, she doesn’t know her na or, in fact, anything about her.

But Sister Luck doesn’t mind, nor has she thought of investigating. She has all sorts of friends, and one so unique is not bad at all.

"Is this rare invitation just to watch you beat up a punching bag?"

Sister Luck laughed. The two were quite different in build; she was slightly chubby, while the other was slim, with contrasting personalities as well.

"Don’t tell it’s a breakup. Who’s the guy that couldn’t see your worth, shall I go stand up for you?"

Sister Luck joked. She didn’t even know her na, let alone anything about her love life. To put it simply, there was a gentlemanly air of indifference between the two.

"Do you think soone like would be in a relationship?"

"Why not?"

Sister Luck quickly replied, "You’re beautiful, with a great body, and you can fight. If I were a man, I’d definitely want soone like you, it feels so secure."

Sister Luck tried hard enough, but the other was just too composed, not breaking a smile.

"Stop thinking about anything else."

Sister Luck declared decisively, "Later, I’ll take you out to have fun, all kinds of n will be there, pick anyone you like!"

It’s undeniable that being friends with soone like Sister Luck is undoubtedly a stroke of good fortune.

Wealthy.

Generous.

Loyal.

"Are you really planning to form a harem with 3,000?"

Sister Luck’s lack of understanding doesn’t an the other doesn’t know her. Like in business, in life, she values sincerity, like that ti she bragged about her imnse wealth to a stranger she just t, never holding back.

"You know . I’m just playing around, looking for fun, killing ti. Those pets think they can climb into my bed, but they aren’t even worthy of licking my toes."

Sister Luck sipped her soda water, her slightly double-chinned face full of pride.

"But, to be honest, I’ve recently t an interesting guy. If he’s willing... maybe..."

Sister Luck’s response was ambiguous and vague, then she inexplicably sighed again.

"Sigh, what a pity."

"Is there a guy who can escape your clutches?"

"Don’t ntion it. The guy’s already taken, and his wealthy partner is even tougher than ."

As usual, although they’ve known each other for so ti, they haven’t t often, and whenever they sit together, it’s always just idle chatter about nothing of substance.