Butler Tommy almost wanted to curse out loud.
Damn it, I just called you five seconds ago, and you can't pick up now?
Unfortunately, after calling a few more times, it was still the same automatic answering machine.
Helplessly, he put down the phone, sighed, and went to inform Mrs. Soderberg of the bad news.
Everything was peaceful after that. New York was especially peaceful tonight, and there weren't even any gunshots.
The next day, after breakfast, Luke and Selina drove to their villa in New Jersey, when Dustin called. "Did you piss off the Soderberg family?"
His voice was a little low. Luke thought for a moment. "Last night, a guy who claimed to be their butler ordered me to go to some evening banquet, but I refused. Does that count as pissing them off? "
Dustin was speechless for a moment.
If that counted as pissing them off, then this family was too petty.
But … looking at the middle-aged woman sitting in his office, he sighed helplessly. "Why don't you go and see what they want? It might have something to do with the case the day before yesterday. "
Luke smiled. "Boss, you know it's definitely not related, right?"
Dustin said, "Just do me a favor. I have a lot of shit to do here, but this Mrs. Soderberg is sitting in my office. She wants me to call you, but I can't just kick her out. "
Luke was amused. "You're afraid that if NYPD doesn't get enough donations from the Soderberg family next year, the director will blame it on you, right?"
Dustin said, "What else? Rich people are all petty … Hm, you're not one of them. "
Luke couldn't help but admire him for scolding the rich in front of the rich. "Fine, tell her to give me some time. It's best if we meet alone. I don't have time to attend banquets. I'm very busy. "
Dustin asked, "Are you, busy?"
Luke pondered for two seconds. "Busy enjoying the life of a new NYPD detective. Can't I?"
Dustin said, "… I don't care about your life, but please get rid of this family. Don't interfere with mine. I believe you have the ability, Luke. "
Luke was stunned. "What ability do I have?"
Dustin said, "That's enough. You're always capable of dealing with rich people, especially women. Sheila, Ginny Gwenis, and Jennifer Perry. They're all good friends with you. "
Luke: "… Okay."
But in his heart, he despised Dustin. You're only interested in women. Aren't Takagi and Tony Stark, who are richer than you, men?
As the saying goes, as long as you have a woman in your heart, everything you see will be related to women.
Dustin must've been too "intimate" with Jennifer recently. He even dared to say such gossip.
Silently despising this withered old man, Luke hung up and called Mrs. Soderberg's private number.
It was the personal card that Mrs. Soderberg had given him during the case that day, and it had been passed on through Dustin.
What was even more amazing was that Dustin didn't have a share.
Ms. Aurora Soderberg only had one personal card, and it was for Luke.
Although Dustin could write down the number, it was meaningless.
Only the person who gave the card had the right to call the private number of a rich and powerful person. If anyone else wrote down the number and dialed it, it would only be considered harassment and unruly.
It was impossible to get the other party's help by calling the number privately. It was almost inevitable that the other party would remember the name and blacklist it.
This was also the reason why Luke couldn't be bothered with the butler.
If Aurora really wanted to invite him, she could've called him herself.
If Aurora had relied on her status or was too busy, and had asked the butler to invite him on her behalf, the butler shouldn't have treated Luke as a small fry who would come and go as she pleased.
Luke didn't know if it was a problem with Aurora herself or the butler, but he wasn't interested in finding out.
If a dog bit a person, would the person ask the dog for compensation? That was definitely the owner's responsibility.
The Aurora that Luke had met wasn't exactly a kind and benevolent old lady.
On the contrary, Mrs. Soderberg's most obvious characteristics were her arrogance, harshness, and a sense of superiority.
The phone rang more than ten times before it was picked up, and Aurora's voice came through. "Who is this?"
Luke said, "NYPD, Luke Coulson. What can I do for you, Mrs. Soderberg? "
Sitting across from him in Dustin's office, Aurora frowned. She could tell that the other party's tone was cold and formulaic.
That wasn't normal.
How many people in New York knew who she was and could still speak to her in such a flat tone?
She didn't want to waste her breath. The butler who had hung up on her last night was a good example. "If possible, please come to my place. How about we have afternoon tea today?"
Luke more or less understood what was going on and asked directly, "Personal matter?"
After a brief silence, Aurora said, "Yes, so it's not appropriate to talk about it at the police department."
Luke said, "Okay, two in the afternoon?"
Aurora said, "Okay, I can send a car to pick you up …"
Luke interrupted her. "Mrs. Soderberg, I have my own car, and I'm not disabled. I don't need your butler or you to arrange my itinerary for me, understand?"
Stunned for a moment, Aurora frowned, and couldn't help but explain, "Okay, I'm not forcing you."
Then why are you sitting in my boss's office? To hook up with a lonely middle-aged man? Luke said inwardly, "Your butler isn't as" modest "as you. That's all. Just text me the address. Goodbye. "
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Aurora slowly put it down. She didn't relax her frown as she turned around and looked at the butler at the door.
"Mrs. Soderberg, is that enough?" Dustin was smiling, but it was obvious that he was chasing her away.
Frowning even more, Aurora asked, "Luke, don't tell me he's a newbie that you brought up?"
Dustin found it a little strange, but still shook his head. "Hehe, I'm old. I can't bring him up."
Aurora wasn't interested in pestering Dustin with his polite rebuff.
This kind of person was the most troublesome, because they didn't mind dragging things out shamelessly, but it was hard for them to change their minds.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Chief Hammer." She got up gracefully and walked out of the office, as if she were praising a servant.
Dustin watched her leave the lobby before he curled his lip. "Your husband isn't the mayor, but you act like the mayor's wife."
After roasting this troublesome lady, he continued to work at his desk.
As for why the woman was looking for Luke, he didn't really care.
Luke was very good at dealing with rich people, and a rich detective who wasn't motivated was almost invincible.
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