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Chapter 1706

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Elizabeth was the only one who had mixed feelings.

She knew more about Luke's wealth than her two superiors did.

It was actually Luke who had given her the shares in the gold mine. Otherwise, she would just be an ordinary detective.

She was a little disappointed and excited about Luke and Selina's resignations.

She was the only one who knew how she felt.

After the party on the hill, it was time for the Detective Bureau.

Walter was very reluctant, but he wasn't Dustin. After saying a few words to persuade them to stay, he tactfully shut his mouth.

Luke had been the one to get his position, so it was enough for him to say a few polite words.

It wasn't troublesome to say goodbye to his other colleagues. Luke simply left a message with Connie and asked her to pick a night when everyone was free to go out and have fun.

They chose a small bar for the party. Dozens of people in the Detective Bureau who were familiar with Luke were there, and it was very lively.

Everybody knew that Luke had quit his job to become a private detective, and they all seemed to know what was going on.

This was the choice of many detectives to "retire."

With their connections, it would be very easy for Luke and Selina to work as private detectives in New York.

Compared with detectives who had to work all year round and were under a lot of pressure, private detectives were much more at ease.

Besides, taking pictures of affairs was less dangerous than being a detective who could get shot if he wasn't careful, and the pay was also very good.

Of course, there was a threshold for entering this line of work.

The more connections they had, the more capable they were, and the easier it would be to do business.

Luke and Selina happened to meet these conditions.

If it were an ordinary patrol officer, it wouldn't be a problem. Without connections or ability to investigate, they wouldn't be able to take on any cases, and would soon starve.

Luke had also said that they would meet a lot in the future.

His colleagues also agreed with him.

Besides, one more friend meant one more path.

In the future, if anyone wanted to quit, they might be able to make a living from Luke.

As long as they had enough connections, there wouldn't be a lack of cases.

Outsourcing investigations to them could also make money.

Of course, this was mainly for those who had to resign.

The benefits for the others were basically the exchange of information, and they could occasionally ask Luke to do them a favor.

For the sake of their colleagues, it didn't matter if they owed him a favor or gave him money.



At the end of September, Luke and Selina officially left and became completely freelancers.

Their detective business started … but they didn't have an office.

That was because Luke had no intention of setting up a law firm.

Someone who could find a detective like him would naturally have a phone number.

Those who had nothing to do with him wanted to ask him to take photos, but he was too lazy to accept this kind of traditional business.

After being busy for more than three years, he and Selina worked day and night, arresting people during the day and beating them up at night. They only took a few days off occasionally.

Luke, on the other hand, had been stirring up trouble during the holidays. Now, he could finally take a break.

So … he took Selina and Gold Nugget abroad.

The first stop was Rio, Brazil.

As a sunbather, Selena would love it here.

Originally, there were only two people and a dog on the itinerary.

As a result, a few days ago, he told Robert Catherine that he was leaving his job and was going on a trip. Claire found out about this.

This time, the itinerary became four people and a dog.

When the private commercial jet took off, Claire and her girlfriend, Stacy, who had just arrived, were stunned. Wait, my brother (he) actually has a private jet?

Fortunately, Vault 2 suppressed Claire's urge to ask questions on the spot. She only grumbled a little before hiding in a corner with Stacy to chat.

Although Luke didn't want to eavesdrop, this private jet wasn't an A380 or a Boeing 747.

He had no choice but to listen to what Claire and the others were saying a few meters away.

But what was the point of listening to things like bikinis and which hotel had a big bathtub by the window?

Helpless, he could only put on his earmuffs and take a nap.

His real attention was focused on his two clones. One was looking for fat sheep in Japan, while the other was doing research in Nassau County's seaside villa.

When work became a habit, it was quite boring to sit there and do nothing.

It was just like in his previous life, when writing had become a habit. If he didn't write for a day, he would always feel like he had nothing to do.

In his previous life, he had been an ordinary person. He had to sleep eight hours a day, and if he didn't eat and drink, half a day would be gone.

Now, he was a man who could work twenty-two hours a day, and a man who could work three jobs at once. One day was equivalent to ten days for other people.

Naturally, he was ten times more addicted to work than other people.

When they got off the plane, Claire greeted him and took Stacy to spend time with the two of them. She didn't have the slightest awareness of being Luke's lackey when she was young.

Luke had nothing to say to that.

In fact, he felt very strange when he saw his sister being intimate with her "student."

Out of sight, out of mind.

Given their strength, it wouldn't be a big problem.

When Selina got into the car that the hotel had sent to the airport to pick them up, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you really not going to do anything about them?"

Luke said, "Claire is twenty, and her girlfriend is eighteen. What am I supposed to do?"

Selina was lost for words.

It was also because she and Luke had been busy in the past few years that she couldn't remember when Claire was seventeen and in middle school.

Claire was now past the age of marriage, and she worked and spent her own money. She was a 100% independent adult.

In this situation, the most her parents could do was scold her; it was up to her whether or not to listen.

Besides, Claire had to work and study most of the time, and no one could see her. It was unrealistic to care about her private life.

Selina could only change the topic. "What's the plan this time?"

Looking at her winking and clenching her fists, Luke couldn't help but laugh. "Let's go to the hotel first. There's a beach outside. You can do whatever you want."

Selina asked, "It's daytime. What about at night?"

Luke knew that she wanted to ask if they were going to beat someone up at night. He shook his head and said, "We'll talk about it after we've had enough fun. Nobody's rushing us back to work this time."

Selina nodded and turned to look at the bright sunlight outside the window. She sighed in satisfaction. "Then I'm relieved."

She was very professional when it came to beating people up at night.

Luke often didn't go out because he had other things to do for the past year, but Selina and Gold Nugget went out at least once every other day.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have an extra ten million in cash in their stash.

The ordinary drug dealers' dens in New York had also been beaten up. Most of them only had a portion of the day's sales, and at most a few thousand dollars in cash.

Even so, it couldn't stop them from being diligent.

At the dog head's reminder, Selina had even played hard to get twice, and directly raided the "underground bank" where the money was concentrated.

After that, no one in New York dared to put money in this "underground bank."

Everyone could only look after themselves and find their own pits to hide their money.

Thus, when it came to working overtime, Selina and the dog head were more or less the same as Luke. They were both used to it.

Before Luke made the decision to play first, both of them had subconsciously considered that there were a lot of gangs here, that there was a lot of cash, and that they could beat them up for a long time.

The dog head was even more scheming: make money and buy more delicious food.

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