After settling this matter, Luke finally started to worry about Monroe.
Haley had nothing to hide about it.
"Lindsay and her parents reached an agreement. She'll find a place to send Monroe to recuperate," Haley explained simply.
Luke chuckled. "Lindsay is related to you, isn't she?"
Haley hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "Actually, Monroe and Margaret are from the same college. I met him before, and I met Lindsay in passing."
Luke was stunned. "Huh?"
Looking at his expression, Haley finally smiled. "It's rare for you to guess wrong, so don't always act like you have everything under control, okay?"
Luke spread his hands. "Okay. But would you be willing to help her given your relationship? Don't deny it, you're very professional, but Lindsay isn't as good as you are. Her eyes lit up when she saw you. "
Haley was speechless for a moment before she nodded helplessly. "She admires Margaret's paintings, and we've talked a few times. We don't know each other personally, but we like each other. It's just that she doesn't know that I'm a psychiatrist. "
Luke could only sigh. It was always so easy to bump into people in the top circles.
This also proved that poor people looked down on psychiatrists.
After business was done, everyone got up and said goodbye.
A psychiatrist's time was money, and was as valuable as a lawyer's.
A detective's time wasn't that valuable, but they were definitely in the top three when it came to hard work.
No one wanted to waste any more time.
When they left, Selina looked at the red Lamborghini that was driving in the opposite direction. "Doctor … I don't think she's normal either. From what she said just now, it seems like she's sorry for Kilgrave's death. "
Luke said, "Isn't it the same for the FBI agents who fight serial killers? They're just excited. Even for us, do we feel the same when we meet armed bandits and hooligans? "
Selina tilted her head. "That's true. When I see an AK, I want to shoot them, and when I see a hooligan, I want to kick them."
Luke smiled but didn't say anything. Don't you know how you got your nickname as the L.A. Knee Breaker? Having all five limbs broken wasn't something that could be achieved with two legs.
The two chatted as they drove northeast, crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, and then went to New Jersey through the Lincoln Tunnel next to their house.
In less than two minutes, the car arrived at a community. A middle-aged man in a suit was waiting there.
When Luke and Selina got out of the car, he immediately focused his attention on them.
Luke stepped forward. "Mr. Peter Potter?"
The middle-aged man said, "Detective Luke Coulson? This is … your wife? "
Luke was amused, and Selina's expression didn't change.
"She's my friend. She was worried that I'd be too careless, so she came to look at the house with me." His colloquial language was really fluent now.
Selina couldn't be bothered with him. She took Gold Nugget to check out the front and back of the villa.
Luke and Peter entered the house.
Less than twenty minutes later, they walked out again. Selina and Gold Nugget were already eating tiramisu next to the car.
When she saw him, she nodded slightly, indicating that the situation outside the villa was the same as described in the information.
Luke said, "I'll buy the house. I'll have the lawyer talk to you about the contract later. Mr. Peter, just wait for my call."
Stumped for a moment, Peter nodded quickly. "No problem. My phone is on 24/7."
Luke nodded with a smile and got into the car.
Selina said lazily, "The lawyer will take care of the transfer today. He won't be able to do anything for the next fourteen hours, right?"
Luke said, "A person who wants to sell the house before Christmas must have his reasons."
Selina thought for a moment and agreed.
If he wasn't in urgent need of money, who would be in such a hurry to put the house up for sale at a price 5% lower than the market price?
It was very likely that Mr. Peter wouldn't be able to make it through Christmas if he didn't sell the house.
Faced with a buyer like Luke who didn't bargain, Mr. Peter would be crazy if he didn't close the deal 24/7.
"Come over when you have time and change out all the daily necessities," Luke said. "Also, are your parents and siblings really not coming over for Christmas? They don't have much chance to play in the snow, right? "
Selina said helplessly, "Dad is busy living his life as a rancher, and Mom doesn't want to leave the head of the family on the ranch for Christmas. Now that they finally have their own ranch, they actually want to spend their first Christmas there. If you have the chance to travel to Alaska, you'll get to see the snow. "
Luke was stunned. "You don't have to go that far, do you? That's true. It's not a bad trip to Alaska. "
Selina said, "Mom's exact words. I think she'll be screaming and running back after three days. "
Luke smiled. "It's a plane. It's indeed fast."
Thinking for a moment, he said, "Why don't you go home? We don't have much to do during Christmas. "
Luke's family would be coming to New York for a snowy Christmas, and she could enjoy a family reunion.
She hadn't gone back last Christmas.
Pondering for a moment, Selina nodded. "That's fine. It won't take long by plane anyway."
This was the first year that the Hayek family had a new ranch.
It could be said that this was Marino and Sandra's lifelong dream — to own their own land in America.
Of course they wanted her to go back and have a family reunion.
As they chatted, Luke glanced at the northwest.
Damon and Selina lived only five hundred meters away, and could barely be considered neighbors.
In the afternoon, Selina went out with Gold Nugget to buy things for the villa.
Luke worked at home alone.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
It was his second private number, which wasn't very important. The number was as unfamiliar as ever; it was a landline number.
He picked it up. "This is Luke Coulson. What can I do for you?"
"Hello, Mr. Coulson. I'm Jeffrey Soderberg's butler. Mr. Soderberg is holding a party tonight, and he invites you. I'll send a car to pick you up at six in the evening. Please be prepared. "
Luke was baffled. "I'm not free. Bye." He then hung up.
It wasn't that he wasn't polite, but that the other party's manners were even worse.
Even though the butler on the other side of the phone kept saying "you, you, you," he sounded like he was making decisions for him.
He was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars every minute. Did he really think he was the kind of rich kid who had nothing better to do and waited to attend parties every day? There was something wrong with him.
Luke curled his lip and ordered casually, "Little Snail, add this number to the list of callbacks."
"Yes, sir." Little Snail immediately agreed.
In New Jersey, the Soderberg family's butler, Tommy Hoffman, was stunned. He dialed the number again.
"Hello, I can't answer the phone right now. If there's anything, please leave a message after the beep. "
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