Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke was quite pleased with how he had run into two idiots and one fortune teller at a party while taking a break.

Of course, he didn’t care about the two idiots. They didn’t warrant his concern.

On the other hand, he had to keep in touch with Susan in the future and find a suitable time to ‘look’ at her list of abilities.

After all, her fortune-telling was quite accurate.

But Susan wasn’t a bad person, and Luke was past the stage of being jealous of abilities. They could take it slow.

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A few days later, Claire forwarded a piece of news.

It was from a tabloid newspaper.

There were photos of Sasha and Reed fighting in the hospital.

A certain paparazzo had seized the opportunity to take several photos in a row, and had specially chosen the ones with the most hideous expressions to post.

Clearly, they couldn’t preserve their ‘true love’ persona.

But given how shameless they were, they would probably take advantage of the hype.

A bad reputation was still a reputation, and was also a way to make money. A slightly lower quality-price ratio was still always better than nothing.

Luke sent back an applauding emoji and was about to put it out of his mind.

Claire sent a message. “Hey, you don’t seem to be doing much in New York recently, right?”

Luke knew his sister too well. “Just tell me what you want.”

Claire said, “That duet you gave me, how about you sing the man’s part?”

Luke was at a loss for two seconds, before one of his earliest memories came back to him. “Can’t you just find a random male singer with the right voice?”

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The producer: “…Then give me his contact. I’ll talk to him myself.”

Claire shook her head regretfully. “Sorry, I signed a non-disclosure agreement.”

The producer: WTF?! What kind of singer has to sign a NDA?! Why are you singing a song if you’re under a NDA?!

A moment later, he finally got the name of the male singer from Claire – Mask.

The producer subconsciously thought of a few singers and bands with similar names, and somehow found the name familiar.

After asking Claire, she slapped her forehead. “Fine, he’s the Mask who writes songs for me.”

The producer: …Are you kidding me?!

The producer’s anger immediately disappeared.

This Mask wasn’t very famous among ordinary people, but he had been quite famous in the music industry for the past few years.

That was because the extremely laidback Claire had relied on the ten or so premium songs he wrote to become a C-list singer.

Secondly, several of Sheerah’s top ten songs were written by this Mask.

At least 80% of A- and B-list singers wanted a song written by Mask, but nobody succeeded. They couldn’t even find his contact.

Sheerah and Claire were the only ones who had gotten his songs.

Even when the boss of her recording company asked her, Claire’s answer was the same: “I signed a NDA.”

Even the boss failed, let alone a producer like him.

In any case, they entered the post-production stage for the new song at top speed.

Claire didn’t consume much of the company’s marketing resources, and also provided the company with considerable resources and profits. Her mother, Catherine, was also a board member.

Even if she did record a rubbish song for release, the company could only turn a blind eye to it.

In a situation like this, what could the producer do? He could only give up.

At the beginning of February, a new song, “Senorita,” was officially released after a month of editing, and was promoted as a sincere blessing for Valentine’s Day.

Luke, who was busy researching, had long forgotten about this, until Jenny suddenly called him. “You’ve been very free recently?”

Luke stopped working on the armor and scoured his thoughts for a moment. After confirming that he had been holed up in his workshop for the past month, he replied, “No, I’m too busy researching new technology to go out and play.”

Jenny’s tone changed. “Oh? What’s with that Valentine’s song?”

Luke: ???

At that moment, there was the faint sound of singing on the other end of the line.

Given Luke’s proficiency with Elementary Sound Wave, he immediately confirmed who the singers were.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally decided to lie. “Do you like it? If you do, I’ll give it to you.”

I didn’t say I wrote it for you, the man added inwardly.