Vampire blood can be addictive. Being fed on by a vampire can also be addictive. Many TV shows depict addicts who voluntarily become "blood bag" thralls around vampires.
Like Sophie-Anne, the Vampire Queen of Louisiana in True Blood. She had many human followers, including the protagonist's cousin, a half-faerie.
Shane was a little worried about Serena. Since being bitten, she had actively run to the hotel to find Anna for several days in a row. If Anna hadn't healed her after every session and assured him that Serena might just be influenced by her blood—and Serena herself claimed she just thought it was cool and wasn't addicted—Shane would have considered having Anna erase her memory.
The Williamsburg Diner was officially transferred to Shane's name. Shane gave the original employees three months' extra salary as severance pay and let them go. Then he had two Shadow Clones and Olivia take charge of finding designers for renovation and hiring new staff.
From the few properties he viewed recently, Shane bought two: one big, one small.
The small one was near the Williamsburg Diner, about eighty square meters, a standard two-bedroom, two-living room, one-bathroom layout. In the future, it could serve as the employee dorm for the Broke Girls?
The large one was a bit further away, in the famous high-quality Greenpoint neighborhood of Brooklyn. It was a detached house of nearly three hundred square meters. Separated from Manhattan by only a river, its location and surrounding environment were excellent.
Bordered by Long Island City in Queens to the north and Williamsburg to the south, the community residents were mostly upper-middle class. Over 58% of the residents worked in business management, science, or arts-related professions. According to Serena, this community was poised to become the new real estate darling of Brooklyn, very suitable for living or investment.
Shane liked it very much, but he wouldn't stay in one place for long. So he handed over the daily maintenance of the house to the art teacher Jocelyn, whom he met three days ago under the pretext of learning art.
Meeting Jocelyn, Shane could understand why Luke would fall for her even knowing she was his brother's girlfriend. Beauty was just one aspect; what truly attracted people was her elegant, cool, and unique temperament, a kind of ethereal detachment from the world.
Her daughter, the future heroine Clary, inherited her mother's advantages perfectly. Although she was only nine years old now, she was already growing into a graceful young lady. The face that would stun Shane in the future was already faintly visible.
Poof!
Inside the restroom of the Williamsburg Diner, a Shadow Clone suddenly vanished.
At the same time, Shane, who was preparing to go to Jocelyn's for today's art class, froze, a look of surprise subconsciously appearing on his face.
Max.
Max Black.
One of the heroines of 2 Broke Girls. The Max who spoke boldly, said shocking things, and constantly fired off mockery. She actually came to the diner to apply for a job!
This card—he absolutely had to punch it!
She was the primary "check-in" target in 2 Broke Girls and one of the main reasons Shane bought the Williamsburg Diner.
Compared to the other heroine, Caroline Channing, Max might not be as exquisitely beautiful, nor have a slender, doll-like figure. Her personality was rough, her language harsh, and she wasn't ladylike at all. But she lived authentically, lived genuinely. Although she came from a poor background, she was tough on the outside and strong on the inside, and incredibly sincere to her friends. If you wanted to make a serious friend, a good friend who would care for and help each other, Max would definitely not let you down.
Williamsburg Diner. A slightly chubby girl was fiddling nervously with her fingers under the table. The boss had suddenly gotten up to go to the restroom during the interview, and it had been over fifteen minutes. She was a little worried if the boss had fallen into the toilet.
"Maybe I should go check? If he hasn't fallen in, I'll give him a hand."
Max really wanted to get up and leave, but the various bills in her bag told her she couldn't go. She needed a new job, a new job to get rid of these bills and escape her messy life.
Click.
The sound of the door opening came from behind her. Max turned her head subconsciously.
Then, grinning wide-eyed, she looked blankly at the... boss? walking in from outside the diner.
Little kid, do you have many question marks?
Max turned her head to look in the direction of the restroom, then turned back to look at the approaching diner boss. "You actually installed a back door in the diner's restroom? What... what were you thinking?!"
"What do you think I was thinking?" Shane sat down opposite Max, observing her with interest.
The Max before him was younger, greener, and thinner than he remembered.
Max was a bit nervous under his gaze. She smiled sheepishly and didn't speak. She just had a sharp tongue; she wasn't brainless. Roasting the boss should wait until after the interview.
"How big are you?" (Chinese pun: "How old are you?" / "How big are your [breasts]?")
Shane asked about her age casually, planning to go through the motions and announce Max was hired. She could take over the subsequent renovation issues, and he wouldn't need to find someone else to look after the nearby apartment.
Max lowered her head slightly, hesitating whether to start spraying insults.
"What are you looking at? I asked your age." Seeing this, Shane explained grumpily.
Max's brain circuitry was a bit strange. Or did she frequently encounter people asking this? Under normal circumstances, shouldn't a normal person's understanding be age?
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