Haley stared at her sister and paid attention to her expression and body movements. "Elena and him are quite compatible, aren't they? So, you want a boyfriend too?"
Margaret couldn't help but think about it for a moment, before she shook her head uncertainly. "No, no. I just think he's a nice guy, and I'm happy to be with him. "
Haley frowned. That wasn't a good answer.
Her sister was simple, but when she was decisive, it was scary.
The last time Margaret married William Johnson, the whole family didn't know.
It wasn't until she asked Haley for help that Haley learned that she was married, and that the "brother-in-law" she had never met was dead.
But what could he do about it?
People who studied art couldn't be logical when they were emotional.
"Oh." Haley simply responded casually and immediately changed the topic. "How was the art exhibition this afternoon?"
Margaret's attention was immediately diverted. She said excitedly, "Sister, someone took a fancy to two of Monroe's paintings and offered a high price."
Haley was surprised. "How high?"
Margaret said, "1.2 million for Weeping Maiden, and 800,000 for Shattered Spacetime."
Haley nodded and smiled. "Lindsay did a good job."
Margaret was at a loss. "Huh?"
Although it was Lindsay who was helping Monroe organize the art exhibition, shouldn't the paintings be sold at a high price because Monroe's paintings were good?
Haley wasn't interested in explaining to her innocent sister what it meant to be a "sponsor."
For her sister, who was worth more than a hundred million dollars, painting was just pure art. It had nothing to do with business.
But for Haley, the news had a slight impact.
A few days ago, two paintings that were said to be Monroe's masterpieces had been transferred to Haley as a personal gift.
Although it wasn't these two paintings, she could imagine that Monroe's official works would be priced at at least hundreds of thousands of dollars.
The starting price of the two paintings, which were still in the art exhibition, was a million dollars.
Lindsay was quite good at bribing people! Haley's heart was slightly stirred, but it quickly disappeared.
Her mind wasn't on the money.
As a psychiatrist, she didn't lack money.
After the billionaire widow, Margaret, came to New York, she insisted that all living expenses be paid by her fund account.
Haley was only a little surprised by Lindsay's "million" in a different form, but she didn't lose her composure.
He could keep in touch with Lindsay, but he had to be careful not to let Margaret get too close to her.
Politicians were not trustworthy at all.
In comparison, she would rather Margret and Elena be closer. At least that girl had a good character and could be trusted.
…
Luke, who was driving away, had no idea what Haley and Margaret were talking about. He continued to wander New York City with Elena.
It wasn't until eight at night that the two of them returned to Paland Academy.
When he reached the outskirts of North Bergen, Luke's phone vibrated.
The simple monitoring system that was temporarily installed on the outside of the car detected some special situations and immediately alerted him.
For the sake of being portable and easy to install and disassemble, this simple monitoring system was relatively small in size, so the monitoring range was not too large, but it was better than nothing.
Slowing down the car, he took out his fake phone and fiddled with it. A simplified electronic map appeared on the LCD screen, and he looked to the left.
There were gunshots.
They were no more than thirty meters away from Luke and Selina.
The gunshots weren't concentrated, but they were very consistent.
There had been seven or eight shots in the time it took Luke to notice them and drive dozens of meters away, which meant that there was more than one participant in the gunfight.
Elena didn't notice what he was doing, nor did she hear the barely audible gunshots. She continued to adjust the photos on her phone and was going to send him a few as a screensaver.
Thinking for a moment, Luke turned the steering wheel and turned into a neighborhood street.
Elena raised her head. "What's wrong?"
Luke said, "Nothing. I don't want to send you back too soon, or I'll have to drink coffee again."
Elena immediately raised her hand and patted him, but her lips curled up. "I'm going to rest well tonight. I'm not going to give you coffee."
Amused, Luke parked the car on the side of the road and unbuckled Elena's seatbelt. He picked her up and put her on his lap. "Are you sure?"
Elena exclaimed, "Ah, what are you doing?" But there was a smile in her eyes.
Luke moved his head closer to her and covered her soft cry.
Behind Elena, the fake phone had already been placed on the dashboard, and a series of information that had just been analyzed popped up.
There were at least five people who had opened fire, and the exchange of gunfire was in the luxurious villa twenty meters away.
The headset connected to the New Jersey police communication channel. Someone called the police and said it was "very noisy."
But the gunshots stopped a moment later. Clearly, the battle in the villa was over.
Luke released a mini drone from his inventory and sent out the order to enter the villa to investigate.
The mini drone flew into the villa through a glass door that had been broken by a bullet.
A moment later, Luke saw a man in disheveled clothes with a flesh wound on his face. He was panting heavily on the ground.
There was a man in black lying on the ground in front of him with a knife in his heart. He was definitely dead.
Holding the petite and fleshy female painter in his arms, Luke pondered.
The man in black who had a knife in his heart definitely wasn't a police officer.
He was wearing a black suit and a black hood, which clearly wasn't a mix and match.
Thus, he wasn't an agent from SWAT, the Secret Service, or some other department.
The drone continued to wander around the villa and quickly observed all the victims.
There were twelve dead people, all in black suits and hoods. They were all dead in the villa.
Luke had too much combat experience, and had fought many people at once. With just a few glances, he had a rough idea of what had happened.
After the masked men in black suits entered the villa, they were all defeated and killed by the man. None of them escaped.
A top expert! Luke commented on the only man alive in the villa.
The drone soon entered the entrance to a basement. An eight-pound sledgehammer and a shattered concrete floor flashed past on the screen. Underneath the floor was an open box with a lot of weapons inside.
That wasn't the main point.
The main point was that there were a few neat rows of things next to the weapons that looked like coins.
However, unlike ordinary coins, they were emitting a bright golden color.
Luke narrowed his eyes. Why did they look like the stuff from the Continental Hotel?
Elena, however, exclaimed, "Don't, not here."
Amused, Luke loosened his grip and stroked her back, indicating that he had no intention of going any further.
At that moment, red and blue lights drew closer, and a patrol car with flashing lights but no siren stopped in front of the villa.
A patrolman got out and rang the doorbell.
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