Chapter 192: 192 Tea Party, Garret Situation
"Good girl, Mama loves it!"
Big Mom exclaimed, wrapping the scarf Garrett had knitted around her neck. Her childlike joy lit up the room, leaving Garrett deeply moved.
"This silly girl still hasn't realized that Big Mom's kindness toward her is because of him," Lynch thought, shaking his head slightly. Or maybe she has, but just doesn't want to face it.
Lynch reached into his storage space and pulled out two Devil Fruits, presenting them as gifts.
For someone of her status, ordinary Devil Fruits were no longer treasures; she could collect dozens of them easily.
Big Mom took the hands of Garrett and Lynch, leading them to the seat of honor at her left-hand side—a clear display of the value she placed on them.
"Let's all welcome today's most distinguished guests!"
Big Mom announced.
With her signal, eager attendees, desperate to curry favor with Lynch, practically leapt forward to introduce themselves.
"Lord Lynch, Drug Peclo greets you."
"Your Majesty the Emperor, I am Giberson, dealing in materials."
"Master Lynch, we're old acquaintances," Morgans added with a broad smile.
The six Underworld Emperors were the first to step forward, their expressions full with flattery. Any trace of their usual authority had disappeared.
Ruling over West Blue meant that Lynch held huge power over their operations.
If they wished to continue their lucrative businesses in his domain, they had no choice but to curry favor with him—just as they did with Big Mom.
Even the mighty emperors of the underground world sometimes had to bow their heads to survive.
"This is the Emperor? It's better to see than to hear it. I didn't expect him to be such a handsome young man~"
Suddenly, a soft and delicate hand rested lightly on Lynch's shoulder.
Who dares to speak so boldly?
Before Lynch could even turn around, he was attracted by the fragrance coming from his back.
A pleasant fragrance passes through the air, one rarely found in women. It was the scent of the legendary "King of the Pleasure District," known for her peculiar, alluring scent.
However, this fragrance seemed more like a carefully crafted perfume designed to captivate men.
At that moment, a bright and charming face leaned close to Lynch, her playful eyes winking at him.
"Master Lynch, please take good care of my little Stussy~," she said, her tone sweet and teasing.
Stussy presented herself confidently, her radiant smile making her even more captivating. Beneath her white flowered hat was an oval-shaped, fair, and delicate face.
She wore a pink dress paired with a white shawl, her slender figure carrying an air of elegance.
Her appearance evoked a subtle protective instinct. Her legs, straight yet softly curved, peeked through fishnet stockings, completing the ensemble with an irresistible allure.
The delicate fingers resting on her leather bag were adorned with bright nail polish, while her short, curly blond hair shimmered under the light.
Her blue eyes seemed almost alive, capable of speaking volumes.
A single glance from her could enchant any man whose resolve wasn't firm.
Her lipstick didn't enhance her glamour but instead added a touch of purity and innocence, making her beauty even more disarming.
Lynch had encountered countless women, and her appearance ranked easily in the upper echelon.
But experience had taught him: the more alluring the woman, the greater the danger.
He knew this woman wasn't ordinary. Though she seemed to be the queen of the most prestigious pleasure district, her true identity was far more complex.
She was an agent of the government's CP organization, specializing in infiltration and intelligence gathering—a beauty with hidden thorns.
Being able to become close friends with Big Mom is no small feat, indicating that her methods are anything but ordinary.
Lynch was also known of her deeper secret. Beneath her identity as a CP government agent lay her true origin—a clone created by Vegapunk.
What made her even more interesting was her loyalty to Vegapunk, to the point where she might even betray the World Government for him.
Stussy was a clone derived from the genes of Buckingham Stussy, a woman rumored to have been romantically involved with Whitebeard and the mother of Whitebeard II.
Incidentally, in her youth, Buckingham Stussy was considered one of the greatest beauties of her time, far surpassing the likes of Pudding and Smoothie in appearance.
It's a pity that time plays its tricks on people and defeats beauty.
Buckingham Stussy did not have the beauty pill, and the years left traces on her face. She has become an old woman in her sixties or seventies.
Back in their days on the Rocks ship, Buckingham Stussy and Whitebeard were notably close.
She was usually seen lying on his back, their interactions resembling those of a couple.
Considering this and the close resemblance of Whitebeard II's beard to Whitebeard's, it's not far-fetched to think he might truly be Whitebeard's biological son.
As a clone, however, Stussy does not age, leaving her true age a mystery.
Judging by her appearance, she looks no older than twenty, which coincidentally makes her seem a bit like Lynch.
The difference lies in their secrets: Lynch maintains his youthful looks thanks to the Beauty Pill, while Stussy owes hers to her origins as a clone.
"Hello, Stussy," Lynch greeted, raising his hand to shake hers gently.
"Keke~ Handsome Lynch," Stussy teased, a playful glint in her eyes.
"It's a pity Linlin won't let me compete with her daughters for men. Otherwise, my door would be open for you tonight."
Garrett was still by his side, but Stussy didn't seem to care. She lightly brushed her fingers against Lynch's palm before skipping away with a mischievous smile.
"This woman... is she seriously trying to seduce me?" Lynch chuckled faintly and looked away, unimpressed.
Stussy, however, felt a twinge of disappointment. Failing to entice Lynch only confirmed her suspicion—any man capable of ruling the West Blue must possess an extraordinary will.
Her eyes gleamed with cunning. If charm doesn't work, perhaps something else will... she thought, heading toward the kitchen with a new plan forming in her mind.
"Sister Garrett, welcome home! Everyone has missed you,"
"Sister Garrett, didn't you always love jewelry? Come and see the gift your brother prepared for you,"
Surrounded by her smiling brothers and sisters, Garrett suddenly felt a wave of realization. They all seemed... different.
Big Mom had so many children, and not all of them had close relationships. Many of those smiling at her now were the same siblings who had once disliked her or kept their distance.
Suddenly, Garrett seemed to understand something.
In fact, it is not everyone who has changed, but herself.
To be precise, it was because she had married Lynch.
Out of fear or the desire to win his favor, her family now went out of their way to please her.
Realizing this, Garrett's gaze suddenly became clearer.
She smiled and graciously accepted the gifts her family had prepared, one by one.
Even toward the brothers who had once bullied her, she returned their gestures with a calm smile.
From that moment on, Garrett's situation changed.
She understood that everything she now had was because of her husband, Lynch.
With this clarity, Garrett began to distance herself from her family, devoting herself entirely to her husband's perspective and focusing on Lynch's needs and ambitions.
The pirate group leaders greeted Lynch humbly, as if simply speaking to him was an honor. There was no need for him to respond—his presence alone is enough.
"Lynch, you've worked hard taking care of my sister all these years," Katakuri said sincerely.
"Hey, they say everything they do is for the family, don't you think so, second uncle?" Lynch responded with a hint of humor.
Just then, Smoothie approached, offering him a glass of fresh juice. "Lynch, would you like some juice?"
Lynch glanced over at the mummified beauty in the distance and decisively declined.
"No, I'll pass on the juice."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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