Louie looked at the two in front of him, frozen like wooden figures, and couldn't help but find it amusing. He thought, "Just by looking at your reactions, I can tell you've never done drugs." Louie had dealt with all sorts of people and had even transported weapons for a drug trafficking group, giving him exposure to those who were heavily addicted.
Members within the drug trafficking organization never used drugs themselves. They shipped the products worldwide to make piles of money, but internally, they had strict rules. Anyone caught using drugs would be promptly removed.
In the area where the drug trafficking group operated, Louie had seen the miserable condition of drug addicts who only sought to obtain their fix.
The scenes of their suffering were still etched in Louie's mind today. Therefore, when he looked at Isabella, he immediately knew she had never touched drugs.
Intentionally, he said, "Sweetheart, remind your boyfriend that when buying drugs, it's essential to go to reputable dealers. They ensure good quality. People like you end up with counterfeit goods." Louie took the bag of powder, brought it to his nose, sniffed, and continued, "I suspect this is flour, probably mixed with something else by the dealer to make you think it's drugs. But either way, you shouldn't casually use fake products. If something goes wrong, it won't be good. I used to know a guy back in country Y; he got his supplies directly from the Golden Triangle. Good reputation, high-quality drugs. How about I introduce you, so you can get your supplies from him directly? And, mention my name; you might even get a discount."
Sam and Isabella could only force a bitter smile; the act had completely fallen apart. Louie was no ordinary person; he saw through their deception effortlessly.
Sam was on the verge of regret and self-loathing. He questioned why he agreed to help his cousin with this task. Now, it seemed like a foolish decision that ended up hurting himself. He lowered his head, desperately drinking the remaining juice in his glass.
Isabella couldn't keep up the act anymore. She stood up abruptly, glared at Louie, and sternly said, "Louie, you scoundrel, what exactly do you want? I've told you, I won't marry you. Stop dreaming."
This exclamation drew the attention of everyone in the restaurant, and all eyes turned to their table. Louie just smiled, showing no signs of displeasure. He chuckled, "Sweetheart, don't be mad. We've done what we came here to do. No need for this."
"You... you scoundrel." Isabella felt like dying. She thought, "What kind of person is this? How can someone be so shameless?" Clenching her fist, she approached Louie, waving her fist at his head. Even Sam was shocked; he had never seen his cousin resort to violence, especially in broad daylight in a public place. Sam recalled a saying: "People are driven to extremes."
This time, Louie surprisingly didn't move. He felt he had indeed gone too far in provoking Isabella. If she continued to be upset, she might genuinely hurt herself. Since Isabella wanted to vent through physical means, he allowed her to do so. He wasn't bothered by Isabella's feeble fists hitting him.
Bang!
Isabella's punch landed squarely on Louie's head. She had put too much force into it and hadn't expected to hit him. She cried out in pain, her face filled with panic.
"Sweetheart, does it hurt? Let me see. It doesn't matter if I'm injured, but if you're hurt, that's not good." Louie stood up, genuinely concerned, and approached Isabella's hand.
For some reason, when Isabella heard Louie's caring words, a warm feeling surged through her, spreading throughout her body. Without any resistance, she allowed Louie's strong hands to hold her delicate hand.
Holding Isabella's smooth hand, Louie carefully examined it. The fair skin had a hint of redness. The punch she threw was evidently too painful. Louie felt a tinge of guilt; if he hadn't intentionally provoked Isabella, she wouldn't have been driven to punch him.
"Rogue, I'm fine now. I don't hurt anymore." Isabella felt the gazes around her and blushed, retracting her hand from Louie's grip, quietly returning to her seat.
Louie also sat down, smiling, and said, "Actually, your performance needs improvement. Especially in terms of props. The one you placed in front of me isn't drugs; it's flour." Louie pinched the flour powder, saying, "Real drugs, especially heroin, have fundamental differences in smell, color, appearance, and texture compared to flour. The expressions of drug users are also distinct from yours. So, I believe you've never done drugs. As for the boyfriend who's into the underworld, if I'm not mistaken, he should be your cousin."
As soon as Louie finished speaking, Isabella and Sam opened their mouths in astonishment.
With a faint smile, Louie continued, "Just by looking at your appearances, it's obvious. Moreover, your cousin unintentionally revealed it."
Sam suddenly remembered he had indeed slipped the word "cousin" earlier. Only based on that, Louie guessed their relationship. Sam sincerely admired Louie, realizing he was no ordinary person. At this moment, he strongly felt that Louie might be hiding more than what met the eye. Sam smiled, saying, "I failed miserably this time. It seems I disappointed my cousin. Haha, hello, I'm Sam."
"Louie," Louie stated his name and looked at Isabella, who seemed displeased. He smiled and said, "Sweetheart, can I officially address you like this now?"
"No way," Isabella pouted, rejecting, "I haven't agreed yet. Don't call me sweetheart."
Louie chuckled and said, "Let's set that aside for now. I think the first thing we should address is our hunger. I'm a bit hungry. How about we finish our meal first and then continue our discussion?"
As Isabella was about to speak, her gaze fell behind Louie, revealing a look of disgust. Louie felt curious and was about to turn around to understand, but he heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Thoreau, what are you doing here? What a coincidence."
Louie turned around and, to his surprise, saw the young man he had encountered in the parking lot.