She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 34 Tram

Four tall, strong horses pulled the luxurious carriage back to the riverside apartment.

Anastasia and the other two entered the apartment together. Rupert, who still needed to settle the carriage, did not follow them upstairs.

When the three of them took the elevator to the eighth floor, the bed that Mike had ordered by phone before leaving home had been delivered. The workers huffed and puffed as they carried the large bed up to the eighth floor.

Under Anastasia's watchful eye, the workers carried the bed back into the house and placed it in the converted card room.

This card room was originally a guest room, but Mike changed its function. Now it has been turned back into a guest room, restoring its original function.

Young Master Montague was very generous, giving the workers tips that were more than their monthly salary. The workers grinned from ear to ear and left the apartment in high spirits.

After staying up for two consecutive nights, Jolina was completely exhausted. She didn't even eat a bite of food before going straight back to her bedroom and falling into a deep sleep.

Recently, Jolena Joyce has been staying at the apartment, partly because she is capable of protecting Mike, and partly because it would be unsafe for her to live alone outside.

Mike and Jolena's relationship was no secret, and today Mike picked Jolena up from get off work at the police station again. Someone with ulterior motives might be keeping an eye on her.

After staying up for two consecutive nights, Jolina went to catch up on her sleep, while the other two, who hadn't stayed up, stayed in the living room.

One was cleaning a gun, and the other was also cleaning a gun, doing so very carefully.

Time flies like a runaway donkey; in the blink of an eye, it's evening, the sun is setting, and the sky is ablaze with red clouds.

Mike called to order dinner, and then went to wake up Jolena, who was catching up on sleep in the guest room. The beautiful detective, still half asleep, walked out of the guest room with sleepy eyes.

It wasn't until a sumptuous dinner was laid out on the table that the dazed and confused beautiful detective realized she hadn't eaten for a long time, and her stomach was rumbling and gurgling.

"Um... I'm sorry, I'm really hungry," Jolina said apologetically, addressing Anastasia.

If Mike were the only one at the table, Jolena wouldn't feel embarrassed. The two had grown up together since childhood, and although they didn't know each other inside and out, they had long witnessed each other's various embarrassing moments.

After dinner, Jolina took a shower in the bathroom to wash away her fatigue.

When Jolina changed into her new clothes and came out of the restroom, her bright face was as red as the sunset.

Anastasia looked at Jolena, whose cheeks were flushed, and said, "The new clothes fit you well, Miss Joyce."

Instantly, the blush on Jolina's cheeks spread to her ears.

This new outfit was also prepared by Mike, who accurately stated Qingmei's size.

Unlike Anastasia's composure, Jolina was somewhat shy, especially with Anastasia, whom she wasn't particularly close to, around.

Where are we going?

With a blush on her face, Jolina asked the question that had been bothering her. She noticed that Anastasia and Mike were also dressed neatly and looked like they were about to go out.

"Of course, we're going to the theater!" Mike said. "Would I take you two to the Floating Life Bar for drinks?"

"But shouldn't we stay in the apartment?" Jolina asked. "Going out could easily lead to an attack; staying in the apartment would be relatively safer."

"Are we supposed to stay indoors forever?" Mike retorted. "It's certainly safer to stay in the apartment, but we can't stay in our rooms forever and never go out."

Even if Mike manages to stay indoors all the time, those with ulterior motives will find ways to force him to go out.

For example, a fire. If Mike Montagu started a fire in his Riverside apartment, could he really stay cooped up inside? Was he trying to turn into a pyre?

Instead of hiding in my apartment and passively defending myself, anxiously patching up every loophole, I should take the initiative to step out of the apartment. As long as I am full of weaknesses, those weaknesses cannot hurt me.

Of course, all of this is based on Anastasia's confidence in her own abilities.

As for Mike Montagu's thoughts... his current thinking is very simple: when there is no disagreement with Anastasia, he listens to himself; when there is a disagreement with Anastasia, he listens to Anastasia.

So when Anastasia suggested going out, young Master Montague wholeheartedly agreed, even seeming a little impatient.

Mike knew very well that he had once again become bait on the hook, and bait on the straight hook at that.

"Miss Joyce," Anastasia, dressed impeccably, began, "Do you remember what Gibson said this morning?"

"What did he say?" Jolena asked. Gibson had said a lot of things that morning, and she wasn't sure which specific sentence Anastasia was referring to.

“Gibson said,” Anastasia said in a rough voice, mimicking a man’s tone, “that Mr. Montague can now go out without worry.”

Jolina remembered that Tobias Gibson had indeed said that, and he practically patted his chest to assure her.

The problem is, you can just take Gibson's words with a grain of salt; there's no need to take them seriously!

"We're not going to the theater tonight to see a show, we're going to give Lopez face," Mike said. "And if we run into danger on the way—"

"It's like slapping Lopez in the face, throwing his face on the ground and trampling it," Jolena said. "You two are really—"

Jolina couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a moment; she felt that Anastasia and Mike were like two gamblers.

This is called "pulling a tiger's skin to raise a big flag," or "a fox borrowing the tiger's power," or even worse, "a dog relying on its master's power."

It was Gibson who made the assurance on Lopez's behalf before Mike Montagu dared to leave the apartment. Anyone who made a move at that moment would be disrespecting Lopez.

How Lopez and Gibson regain their lost face is their problem to worry about, not Anastasia and Mike's. All they need to do is worry about their safety and make sure they don't get eaten alive while trying to pull off this charade.

Soon, the three, dressed neatly, walked out of the apartment and onto the street. Instead of taking the fancy horse-drawn carriage, they chose to travel by public transport.

There is a tram stop just a hundred meters away from the riverside apartment.

The three of them walked to the tram stop and waited on the platform for the tram to arrive.

Mike looked happy as he stepped out of his house. He even greeted the patrolling officers passing by the platform, almost as if he was about to hand out his business cards.

Young Master Montague was very happy, but the patrolling police officers who passed by were not happy at all; they just wanted to get away from this scoundrel as soon as possible.

After a day of spreading and fermentation, the story of Young Master Montagu leading a group to block the police station gate had spread among the police officers, and almost everyone knew that Young Master Montagu was not someone to be trifled with.

No matter how happy or sincere Mike's smile was on the tram platform, the patrolling officers felt that his smile was malicious and that he was up to no good.

Fortunately, the tram soon pulled into the station, and young Master Montague boarded it with a smile. The patrol officers breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting rid of this troublemaker and no longer having to face his "malicious" smile.

It was evening, the time when office workers in the upper district were commuting home, so the tram was full of passengers and there wasn't a single empty seat.

The tram car was very crowded, like a sardine can, and it was not easy for Anastasia and her two companions to stand still.

"You tell me," Mike said in a low, almost whispered voice, "what if someone saw me board the tram and then suddenly decided to blow it up halfway through the journey?"

"If that's the case, Mr. Montague should be satisfied," Anastasia said softly. "Having a whole carriage full of people buried with you, how glamorous!"

Mike thought about it and realized that having so many people buried with him was indeed quite a glorious thing.

"And what about you?" Mike continued, "Will you get blown up? Will you stay behind and die with me?"

Mike was curious whether Anastasia would die in the explosion if the trolley really did explode.

"No," Anastasia said. "I'd run out of the carriage immediately and chop the person who blew up the tram into mincemeat."

"You two!" Jolina stopped them. "Can you please stop discussing such scary things on the tram! Do you two think this creates a good atmosphere?!"

The company employees on the tram didn't notice the three people's hushed conversation. After a long day of hard work, they just wanted to rest and didn't have the energy to pay attention to the other people on the tram.

Nevertheless, Jolina stopped the two from continuing their discussion.

She was on tenterhooks the whole way, fearing someone would jump out and launch an attack. Her heart was constantly in her throat, but the two people beside her were discussing blowing up the tram as if nothing was wrong—it was outrageous!

"Don't worry!" Mike patted Jolena's arm. "They probably won't do something so crazy right now. Blowing up the trolley is a big deal, a big deal that can't be kept secret."

Even if someone could pressure various newspapers to prevent the story from being published, the destruction of a tram in the street would not silence the public opinion in the Upper East Side.

Unless forced into a corner, the attacker would not act so impulsively or escalate the situation to this extent.

The tram moved along the laid tracks, stopping and starting along the way, with people getting on and off, but the space inside the carriages remained very crowded.

"Tell me," Mike lowered his voice again in the carriage, "what if someone secretly stabs me?"

The train carriage was packed with office workers who were drowsy after a long day. It was an ideal working environment for pickpockets, and also for hitmen.

A crowded place can provide cover, allowing an assassin to approach the target undetected and strike stealthily.

"Mr. Montagu, I think you're questioning my professionalism." Anastasia rolled her eyes at Mike beside her.

If someone were to suddenly decide to blow up the trolley, Anastasia would have no way to stop them; she could only try her best to ensure that Mike wouldn't be crippled.

But if anyone tries to take advantage of the chaos and sneak into the crowd to make a move, they've really walked right into the line of fire. Anastasia won't even give them a chance to strike.

"Mr. Montague, even if you don't trust my professional ethics, you should at least trust Miss Joyce's professionalism, right?"

As she spoke, Anastasia gestured toward where Jolina was.

Jolene Joyce was intently observing every passenger in the carriage, especially those who had just boarded the tram.