Three days later, Luke and Elena arrived at Margaret's luxurious apartment.
When they got out of the elevator, Margaret, who had been notified by the manager at the entrance, was already waiting outside to greet them with a big smile.
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Who would stop a customer at the elevator?
But Margaret obviously didn't care.
Elena, who was also an art student, didn't care either. She hugged Margaret with a smile and showed her two bottles of red wine.
Margaret didn't usually drink, nor did she care about the wine, much less the price.
After confirming the existence of the red wine, she looked at the food box that Luke was carrying. "Yogurt cake?"
Luke nodded. "Chocolate and strawberry. What do you think?"
Margaret nodded quickly, as if she were afraid that Luke would never bring her cake again if she said she didn't like it.
Luke greeted Elsa, who had arrived earlier, and teased her. "You have a lot of friends, and a rich one at that. Can you handle the party?"
Elsa ignored him and simply asked, "Where's Selina?"
Luke said, "I have some work to do."
Elsa squinted at him. "Should I call her and ask her what she's doing right now?"
Luke shrugged. "Sure."
Surprised, Elsa took out her phone and dialed Selina's number. "Hey, when's your party? Oh, I'm not in a hurry. What are you busy with? Work? Okay, bye. "
After she hung up, she looked at Luke, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee and sipping it leisurely. She couldn't help but raise her hand and give him a thumbs-up. "You're truly capable."
Luke chuckled. "You were the one who asked me to do this. Do you think Selina doesn't know?"
Elsa chuckled too. She looked at Elena, who was studying the cake in the food box with Margaret. "She's here with you. Does she know too?"
Luke nodded frankly. "Of course."
Elsa clenched her fist and tapped her forehead. "Fine, Dustin's advice was indeed correct. I was wrong. I shouldn't have worried about these 'other people's business' for you. "
Luke looked at her sympathetically. "The boss is already married."
Elsa's hand froze in mid-knock.
"He's no longer a lonely middle-aged man, so he won't take revenge on society the way you did."
"Shut up." Elsa grabbed the snake fruit on the table and threw it at him. Wasn't this a clear indication that she didn't have a boyfriend?
Luke caught the snake fruit and tossed it back into the pile next to the fruit. "Courtesy demands reciprocity. It's normal for us to care about each other's daily life, isn't it?"
Elsa snorted and decisively changed the topic. "Are you confident in this commission?"
Luke took another sip of coffee and said casually, "Let's talk about it after I meet Haley. I'm not a relationship counselor. I don't care about the relationship between sisters. I only want to ensure their personal safety. "
Hearing this, Elsa's heart relaxed.
The detective agency had always been the destroyer of human relationships. When most of the family matters were involved in the detective agency, the chances of them falling out with each other would only increase rapidly.
The main factor was the relationship between the parties involved, but the detective agency was definitely an expert at adding fuel to the fire.
But Elsa wasn't worried about Margaret's sisterhood. She just wanted her best friend to realize the reality that sisters couldn't be together forever.
Haley was five years older than Margaret, and was now 29 years old.
Even in today's American society, it was normal for people to be unmarried at the age of 39 or even 49, but there weren't many people who weren't passionate about work at the age of 29.
Passion could be a promotion, a raise, or a hobby.
Haley was clearly a very ambitious woman. If she didn't work hard now, would she have to wait until she was in her forties or fifties?
There was truth in the saying that if one didn't work hard when one was young, one would only be sad when one was old.
It had to be noted that the golden age for most big names in professional disciplines was below the age of 30.
In mathematics and Go, there was even a saying that if one didn't become a master by the age of 30, they would never be able to do so.
In the past two years, Haley had helped Margaret evade the Los Angeles gangs and resume her normal life.
Not everyone could be like Margaret, who inexplicably had a fortune of hundreds of millions and then be an artist for the rest of her life without making any money.
It was already very kind of her to be an older sister like Haley.
Now, Haley wanted to fight for the career she loved, and that was beyond reproach.
Elsa had only asked Luke to come over for safety reasons to make sure that the sisters weren't in danger.
Luke, on the other hand, had clearly promised to guarantee their safety, which was completely different from "depending on the situation."
Very soon, Margaret, who had finished checking out the "gift," came over with Elena. The four of them chatted and laughed as they waited for Haley to come home.
But from six to seven, the feast that Haley had ordered was already delivered, but she didn't show up.
From seven to eight, Haley still didn't come home.
The atmosphere in the room had already become heavy. Margaret paced around anxiously and called Haley's phone every now and then, but no one answered.
Elsa gestured with her eyes, and Luke nodded slightly, then shook his head.
This was to tell her that he was already investigating and not to worry.
Luke quickly sent a message to Little Snail on his phone.
Although he hadn't taken Margaret's request seriously in the past two days, he had still gathered information on Haley in passing.
He didn't need to look at the previous files; he was looking at Haley's resume for the past year or so.
Little Snail began to gather information on Haley's recent whereabouts, and gradually moved forward.
Haley hadn't jumped ship. She had been working as a psychiatrist at Kings Park Sanatorium for the past two years, but Luke discovered that the mental hospital had been renovated last year.
According to Margaret, it was last year that Haley started to work overtime and not go home often.
Although the Clinton Community Improvement Company hadn't received the main project for the hospital's maintenance, it had received a few related small projects.
From the quoted price, it could be seen that the cost of the repairs this time wasn't low.
After all, the home improvement company was only taking small, scattered projects, but they were very willing to pay for them.
There was no reason for this hospital to spend money on the side projects and save money on the main maintenance.
He then traced the account and found its corporate account. The maintenance fees were twelve million dollars, and they were paid in three months.
Luke raised an eyebrow. This maintenance cost was too ridiculous. How long and how many patients would it take to recoup the cost?
The money could definitely be earned back. After all, American doctors were very profitable, and psychiatrists were like lawyers who charged by the hour.
But investing so much money in such a short period of time, and it wasn't to rebuild the hospital, wasn't a smart way to use the money.
Capitalists weren't stupid. Even if they didn't understand, the professionals under them would come up with suitable suggestions.
So, what exactly had this Kings Park Sanatorium been "maintaining" in those three months?
Seeing that, Luke sent out his level-two clone to Kings Park Sanatorium on the west side of Brooklyn.
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