A moment later, Luke got up with a strange expression on his face. "Okay, Selina, feed it all."
At his words, Dollar's tail wagged even more cheerfully.
Narrowing his eyes, Luke took two steps back and observed Dollar.
Now, it stuck its big head into the food bowl again to enjoy the extra food that its little master had given it.
Luke and Selina spent the next half a day at the ranch.
Drax rarely saw Luke, and was already showing off his skills as a rich barbie.
Selina's father, Mario, also came over and greeted Luke before he went to check on Dollar.
He knew that his daughter treasured the old golden retriever that had grown up with her.
But looking at Dollar, who was jumping around, Mario asked curiously, "It's … very lively. It's more lively than usual. It doesn't look like it's sick, does it?"
Luke was helping Drax with the barbecue at the outdoor grill. He just shrugged when he heard that. Selina was at a loss.
In the evening, Luke and Selina returned home with the packed barbecue.
Neither of them had been to the ranch for a long time, and Drax made more barbecue when he was happy.
The old man simply told them to take it all home so that his family could have a taste of his cooking.
He sent Selina home first and gave her most of the barbecue.
She had a lot of relatives at home, and could easily take care of the meat.
On Luke's side, only Robert had a good appetite. Catherine and Claire didn't eat much meat, and Joseph didn't have a good digestive system, so he couldn't eat too much.
"Keep an eye on Dollar. Call me if anything happens," Luke said to Selina.
Selina was stunned. "Is it really sick?" Her voice was trembling.
Luke shook his head. "No, it shouldn't be sick. It looks fine. I just want you to keep an eye on it."
It's a little too good! He added inwardly and drove off.
When they got home and took out the barbecue, nobody was excited, as expected.
They had just finished dinner, and the two women and one child couldn't eat meat, so they only had a small taste.
Robert and Luke were the only ones who enjoyed the barbecue while watching the game on TV with a bottle of beer each.
Luke also asked about the FBI's search for the fugitive, and Robert really did receive a report.
However, it was said that it was just a lone fugitive, and there was no need for the town to send out the police force to help with the search. Robert, the retired chief officer who did not have much ambition, decisively washed his hands of the matter.
Although the town's police force didn't have any major issues, they often had to solve some trivial problems at the various ranches and farms. It wasn't busy, but it was very time-consuming. It was common for them to argue with the farmers and ranchers for dozens of minutes under the hot sun.
He was not interested in increasing the task of searching the mountain for the police officers under him. It was dangerous, there was no benefit, and it was a waste of manpower.
Luke wasn't surprised by this.
The two FBI agents looked quite normal. He was just checking them out out of habit to prevent his grandpa's ranch from getting caught in the crossfire.
Luke took the opportunity to test Robert. "What do you think about asking Grandpa to sell the ranch, or finding someone to help him manage it so that he doesn't have to work so hard?"
Robert didn't think much of it. "Drax just can't stay idle. The people he hates the most in his life are lazy bums. Why didn't he object to me and Catherine being together back then? It's because he saw how hardworking I was when I ran the ranch. It's best if you don't mention this to him. Although he dotes on you, he definitely won't be nice to you. "
Luke was lost for words for a moment. "It's not like I'm asking him to do nothing. It's just that he's almost seventy, and I want him to do less physical labor."
Robert glanced at him and pondered for a moment, before he said in a low voice, "I heard that Marino is interested in buying a small ranch."
Luke was stumped. "He …"
He subconsciously wanted to say, "Is he rich?", but then realized what was going on.
Selina had invested 200,000 in Cosmic Cube Technology, and still had about 400,000 left.
Her family was more careful with their money, and should still have some savings. It wasn't impossible for them to scrape together enough money to buy a small farm as a family business.
Luke also pondered for a moment. "But they don't have enough money to buy Grandpa's ranch, right?"
Robert chuckled. "What are you thinking? Marino wants to buy the small ranch next to your grandpa's. He wants to ask your grandpa to invest in it. "
"Won't Grandpa be even busier?" Luke was confused.
Robert chuckled. "Then give him a suggestion. Find someone who knows how to manage a ranch and let them manage Marino's ranch."
Luke thought for a moment. "Are you saying that if Grandpa wants to rest, he can hand over his ranch to this person?"
Robert patted him on the shoulder. "Yes, that's what you said. I didn't say anything."
Luke: "…"
So this was what he had been waiting for.
Robert wasn't afraid of Drax. This rough man was actually very proud.
He had even saved up for Luke and Claire's college tuition himself, and had never asked Drax for it.
Even when Drax kept saying that he would pay for Luke's college tuition, Robert didn't take it up.
Thus, he didn't want to talk about his father-in-law's ranch, and he didn't want Catherine to interfere.
Luke, on the other hand, was Drax's grandson, so it wasn't a problem for him to talk about it.
Of course, Claire and Joseph were also Drax's grandsons, but they clearly didn't have the ability to convince that stubborn old man.
Luke was the only one who Robert felt would definitely be able to persuade the old-fashioned Drax.
Rubbing his chin, Luke pondered for a moment. "Do you have a suitable manager?"
Marino, Selina's father, definitely couldn't do it. Although he had been a cowboy for more than ten years and was diligent and serious, he really didn't have any management skills.
Robert shrugged. "If you think it's feasible, let Drax look for someone himself. He's very interested in expanding his' sphere of influence. '"
Luke sweated. Wasn't his grandfather a little too full of himself? He was much more diligent than Luke.
"Then I'll call Grandpa when I have time," said Luke.
Robert asked, "You're not going to do it yourself?"
Luke sighed. "I have to think it over before I can finalize it. I don't think I'll be able to make it in time for this break."
Robert slapped his forehead. "Fine, you're always so old-fashioned."
After that, he hesitated for a moment before he lowered his voice. "Everything's fine in Los Angeles, right?"
Luke shrugged. "It's fine. Actually, it's about the same as when I was in Houston. I'm not with the DEA. You don't have to worry so much. "
Robert snorted. "Don't fool me. You … better restrain yourself. "
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