Even as her mind raced, Diana didn't stop smiling. "Should I say, 'Thank you for your trust'?"
"No, it's my honor. Let me give you another piece of advice." Luke let go of her palm. "Your Highness, you still have to take care of your skin; if it's too rough, it won't fit your identity as an artist."
With that, he picked up his pace and left.
Diana snorted and then looked at the 'business card' in her hand, only to see that it was actually a small smartphone.
There was no logo on it; it was just that the frosted surface made it look like a business card.
After a brief hesitation, she picked up her pace and left.
On the other side, Mr. Wayne returned to where he had set up his black box. Seeing that the other end of the wire was empty, he couldn't help but mutter, "Sh*t!"
Diana, who was speeding down the road, glanced at her purse and smiled. Sure enough, it was better to leave hacking into databases to the professionals.