Dimensional Trader in Marvel

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As Josh drove the car out of the warehouse and onto the road, he removed the hood.

Although it was a convertible, he had already raised the top before he left, so by simply pulling up his collar it was impossible for anyone outside to see his face clearly.

Also, Josh didn't drive the car straight home.

A Cadillac V16 in this era was too conspicuous; if Josh drove it home, it would be like telling the Mafia that he had stolen it.

So Josh drove the car out of town instead.

Then, not far out of town, he found a deserted wooded area, parked the car, and took a set of clothes he hadn't worn from the system warehouse to change into. Then he set fire to his original clothes.

Perfect.

Let the Mafia look for him; let them turn Chicago upside down and see if they can find him.

The only problem was that without the Cadillac he had no means of transport.

Now he was several kilometres out of town, which was neither too much nor too little.

Josh didn't want to walk back.

So, after leaving the woods, he walked to the side of the road and prepared to hitch a ride.

The hitchhiking culture in America had started in the 1920s when cars became popular, so it wasn't new.

There were risks, of course, but this was the outskirts of Chicago, where those who specialised in highway robbery didn't usually operate.

Even if he ran into trouble, Josh had plenty of weapons in his system warehouse, so he wasn't worried.

However, not every driver was willing to pick up hitchhikers.

The first few cars completely ignored Josh's attempts to flag them down.

Fortunately, his luck wasn't that bad; after about ten minutes, a car that had just passed him suddenly slowed down and stopped.

Josh ran a few steps to catch up.

It was a very nice convertible, similar to Josh's Cadillac V16 - of course, like Josh's previous car, this one also had the top raised as well, as the weather was still quite cold. If the top was down, it would be enough to freeze a person to death.

The car's bonnet ornament, a flying lady, revealed its identity: it was a Packard.

Few people in the twenty-first century have heard of this name, as the brand had ended its history in 1958.

But in America from the 1920s to the 1940s, Packard was as famous as Cadillac as a luxury car brand.

This brand had several emblems, with the flying lady, swan and crystal lady being the three main types, of which the flying lady was the most common and represented its heyday.

The Packard 8, for example, was a very classic model.

Although its price couldn't compete with the Cadillac V-16, it still cost over two thousand dollars, placing it firmly in the luxury car category.

However, when Josh got a good look at the driver in the car, he found the car beautiful, but the person in it even more so.

Yes, the driver was a woman, an exceptionally beautiful young woman.

With her snow-white delicate skin, bright red lips, exquisite features and a head of golden curls characteristic of the era, all complemented by a smooth fur coat, she was truly a modern American beauty.

"Hello there, handsome boy. Are you in some kind of trouble?" the woman in the driver's seat asked Josh with a smile.

She had intended to ignore Josh, but a casual glance at his good looks made her stop the car.

There was no denying it; despite his youthful appearance, Josh's looks and physique were indeed striking.

With his typical German features - golden brown hair and pale blue eyes - along with his delicate features and lack of freckles, he was quite impressive.

Although not yet sixteen, he stood nearly six feet tall and had a very upright posture.

The only flaw was that he lacked a certain amount of diet and exercise, which made him appear a bit lean; however, this gave him a touch of graceful charm - of course, this charm was similar to that of an older brother, not the kind of charm one would associate with a feminine stereotype.

So, whatever the era, good looks are always a plus.

This stunning young woman must have noticed Josh's handsome face, otherwise she wouldn't have stopped her car all alone in such a place.

"Good afternoon, pretty lady. I apologise for the intrusion, but my friends played a prank on me and left me in this desolate area. I hope you can give me a lift," Josh asked politely.

"Oh, poor child! Your friends aren't very nice. Come on, hop in, darling; we can't have you freezing out here," the woman invited him warmly into the car after hearing his words.

"What's your name?" The beautiful woman asked as she started the car after Josh got in.

"Josh, Josh Kahn. And what do I call you, ma'am?" Josh replied, noting the large diamond ring on her left hand - it was quite striking.

Diamonds weren't as inflated in value at that time as they would be in later years, but they weren't cheap either.

The ring must have been at least ten carats, what today would be called a "pigeon egg" and probably worth over a million dollars sixty years later.

Even if the marketing of diamonds was just beginning, such a ring would still be worth close to ten thousand dollars.

Wow, this woman was a big spender!

Of course, the diamond could be a fake.

But with the way she was dressed and the luxurious Packard, the chances were slim.

"Margaret Windis," she smiled.

"Hello, Mrs Windis. You really are a kind and beautiful angel. Without you, I would probably have had to walk several miles home on an empty stomach," Josh complimented.

"Oh, Josh, you sure know how to flatter!" Hearing his praise, Margaret seemed quite pleased.

"Ma'am, I'm not flattering you, I'm being completely honest," Josh replied earnestly. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Well, he wasn't lying; at least in this life after his rebirth, Mrs Windis was the most beautiful woman he had ever met - far surpassing Daenerys.

Especially the mature woman's charm, which the petite Mother of Dragons simply didn't possess.

And for some reason, Josh felt this woman looked familiar. Was she a celebrity, perhaps?

But his knowledge of celebrities from that era was limited, so he couldn't remember.

"Come on, you should save those compliments for the young girls. It would work on them, but not on me," she said dismissively, although her smile suggested she liked it.

"Madam, are you a film star? I don't think these Hollywood actresses have your charm," Josh asked cautiously.

"Is that a compliment? But I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you; I'm just an ordinary housewife," Margaret replied with a smile and a shake of her head.

An ordinary housewife? I'll believe that when pigs fly! Josh thought as he looked at the luxurious car and the massive diamond, rolling his eyes inwardly.