Looking at Elena's conflicted expression, Luke rubbed her head. "I'll follow your arrangements. In any case, I'm skipping work today."
Elena laughed happily and even nudged his chest with her head before she moved her hand away and spoke to Margaret.
After the call, she gave him an address.
With a strange expression, Luke got into the car with her and set off. Ten minutes later, they arrived at a building.
They took the elevator to the 32nd floor. Luke looked at a familiar sign, but his heart didn't waver. He even wanted to laugh.
Despair – Monroe Peterson Art Exhibition.
The tall blonde Margaret was standing next to the sign, wearing a simple and elegant white gown.
When she saw Luke and Elena, a brilliant smile appeared on her pretty face, as pure as a hundred-pound child's.
Fine, she was purer than most American high school students to begin with.
The two girls smiled and kissed each other. Thanks to Elena, Luke received the same treatment.
Elena smiled at Luke apologetically, before she was dragged away by Margaret.
A certain innocent young widow was already talking non-stop about which paintings were worth seeing in this exhibition. She used a string of professional jargon.
Luke smiled at Elena, who was still turning her head to look at him, and told her to do as she pleased.
The petite Elena was pulled into the depths of the exhibition hall by the tall Margaret, where the important works were.
Luke wasn't interested in the paintings here.
If they were classical or realistic … Fine, he actually couldn't be bothered to understand them, nor did he know the difference between them.
Even the "abstract expressionism" that Monroe's work belonged to was something he had seen on the cover of the exhibition's brochure.
He simply walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out at New York City, planning to be alone.
The sound of high heels drew closer and stopped not far behind him. A young woman's voice rang out. "Detective Coulson?"
Luke turned around and put on a formal smile. "Hello, Miss Soderberg."
It was Lindsay who greeted him.
She stretched out her hand with a sincere smile. "Just call me Lindsay. Also, thank you for helping me and Monroe. "
Luke shook hands with her. "Then please call me Luke. Also, it was just my job."
Lindsay let go and gestured with her hand. "Can I talk to you in private?"
Luke looked over, and saw that Margaret and Elena were deep in conversation in front of a painting in the distance.
Lindsay also looked in that direction and said with a smile, "Margaret and I are friends. She just said that a companion was here. I didn't expect it to be you."
Luke chuckled. "I didn't expect you to still be here."
Lindsay sighed. "That's why I want to talk to you."
Luke raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. He simply nodded, and the two of them walked to the lounge in the corner.
After sitting down, Lindsay asked the staff to bring two cups of coffee. She took a sip and adjusted her emotions before saying, "Although I just said it, I still have to thank you again. Luke, thank you for everything you've done for me and Monroe. "
This time, Luke didn't bother with pleasantries. He simply nodded and listened attentively.
Those who are courteous must have a request.
Lindsay had specifically dragged him here to talk to her, so she probably wasn't just here to thank him.
Without any hesitation, Lindsay went straight to the point and told him the whole story of her family's dispute with Monroe.
After listening for a moment, Luke had a strange expression on his face.
Almost like a human lie detector, he confirmed that what Lindsay said was basically the truth, and that she wasn't lying.
If he didn't have this ability, he might have thought that this was a case of Rashomon.
Now, he could only speculate that this was a typical case of a family miscommunication.
Lindsay and Monroe weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. She just admired Monroe's work.
She was young, but she wasn't as experienced as her father, Jeffrey. On a whim, she went from "chasing paintings" to "pushing people," and became an investor in Monroe, or rather, an speculator.
She funded and promoted Monroe's work on her own to increase his popularity, largely because she wanted to reap a generous return from Monroe, not because of love.
In fact, once Monroe's paintings were sold, 50% of the proceeds would belong to her.
Also, Monroe, as the author, only had the right to make suggestions and not make decisions.
It was up to Lindsay to decide who his work was sold to and how much it was sold for.
It wasn't hard for Monroe to accept such a contract.
Monroe was a typical artist.
He didn't care about money at all. What he needed now was the approval of others.
Perhaps after receiving widespread approval, he wouldn't even need the approval of others.
Without Lindsay's investment and promotion, he wouldn't be able to show his work to the world. It would be meaningless no matter how many paintings he had.
If it weren't for the fact that Lindsay was still too young and sincerely admired his work, Monroe would have signed a ninety-one contract without even looking at it.
This was just a typical cooperation between a rich second-generation heir and an artist.
If Monroe succeeded in the future, this would become a story that would be spread far and wide.
But after a few of O'Laura's "enemies" ridiculed her behind her back, things went on the wrong track uncontrollably.
After investigating Monroe's background, Aurora persuaded her daughter to give up on her plan to hype up Monroe, but she already suspected that there was something wrong with her daughter and Monroe.
Monroe, who was in his thirties, was really too young for an artist, and being young meant that he might have a long life ahead of him.
Everyone knew that an artist's work would only be worth more after he died.
This plan sounded like a money-losing proposition.
Lindsay, who had been outstanding since she was young, and who had grown up to be calm, rational, and intelligent, suddenly started to use her private money to throw herself at an artist, and even said that she only liked his work. Naturally, Aurora didn't believe her.
This wrong beginning led to an even more wrong development, which evolved into a family war.
It wasn't until Luke appeared that the two parties were pulled out of a dead end.
Was this magical? It wasn't magical at all.
He had only used Elementary Pheromone Control and used his abilities to do a little experiment, so that the two of them would remember each other's good points when they quarreled.
Settling the trouble and experimenting with his abilities was killing two birds with one stone.
The mother and daughter, who had been very emotional, no longer quarreled endlessly. Both sides quickly reached a consensus and each took a step back.
As long as Lindsay didn't have a "brain spasm" like before, this would just be a small episode in her growth.
Today, she was here to arrange the finishing touches and put an end to this matter.
When she heard Luke's name from Margaret, Lindsay's heart skipped a beat, and she took the initiative to greet him.
She didn't know why, but when nobody mentioned Luke before, she rarely thought of this young detective with a calm temperament.
But when she heard his name, she immediately wanted to meet him and thank him.
The moment she started talking to him, she couldn't help but reveal all the secrets that she couldn't tell her friends and family.
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