Harry stared at his sister, paying attention to her expression and subtle body movements: "Elena and him get along well, right? So you want to find a boyfriend too?"
Margaret couldn't help but think seriously for a moment, then shook her head undecidedly: "No, no. I just think he's a nice guy, and I'm happy to be with him."
Harry frowned. This wasn't a very good answer.
Her sister is naive, but when she gets decisive, she's terrifying.
Margaret's last marriage to William Johnson was unknown to the whole family.
It was not until she found Harley for help that Harley learned that she was married and the "brother-in-law" she had never met was dead.
But what can we do
People who study art become illogical when they get emotional.
"Oh." Harry just responded calmly and immediately changed the subject: "How was the art exhibition this afternoon?"
Margaret's attention was immediately diverted, and she said excitedly, "Sister, someone has taken a fancy to two of Munro's paintings and offered a very high price."
Harry exclaimed, "How high?"
Margaret: "One million and two hundred thousand crying girls, eight hundred thousand shattered time and space."
Harley said, "Oh," with the corners of her mouth curled up: "Lindsay did a good job."
Margaret was confused: "Huh?"
Although it was Lindsay who helped Monroe organize the exhibition, the painting was sold at a high price. Shouldn't it be because Monroe is a good painter
Harley had no interest in explaining to this innocent sister what "trusteeship" and "operation" were.
For this sister who is worth over 100 million yuan, painting is just pure art and has nothing to do with these commercial operations.
But for Harry, this news did have some impact.
A few days ago, two paintings said to be Monroe's masterpieces were transferred to Hallie as a private gift.
Although it was not these two paintings, she could imagine that the "price" of Monroe's formal works was at least hundreds of thousands of dollars.
The starting price of the two paintings that are still given away at the exhibition is one million US dollars.
Lindsay is a woman who is very good at buying people off! Harley felt a little disturbed, but it soon disappeared.
Her mind wasn't on money.
As a psychiatrist, she is not short of money.
After coming to New York, Margaret, a billionaire young widow, insisted that all her living expenses be paid from her fund account.
When faced with the "million" bribe that Lindsay sent in a different form, Harley was just a little surprised, but she didn't lose her composure.
As for Lindsay, you can keep in touch with her, but you have to be careful not to let Margaret get too close to her.
Politicians are totally untrustworthy.
In comparison, she would rather Margaret and Elena get closer, at least that girl has good character and can be trusted.
…
Luke drove away, unaware of the gossip between the sisters Harley and Margaret. He continued to wander around New York City with Elena.
It was not until eight o'clock in the evening that the two set out to return to Palande College.
When they arrived at the suburb of North Bergen, Luke's cell phone vibrated slightly on his chest.
The simple monitoring system temporarily mounted outside the car detected some special conditions and immediately alerted him.
Due to the considerations of portability and easy installation and disassembly, this simple monitoring system is small in size, so the monitoring range is not very large, but it is better than nothing.
Slowing down the car slightly, he took out the counterfeit mobile phone and operated it twice. A minimalist electronic map appeared on the LCD screen, and he looked to the left.
There were gunshots.
They were in the direction Luke was looking, only thirty meters away from him.
The gunshots were not dense, but very continuous.
From the time Luke discovered the situation to the time he fired several dozen meters, seven or eight shots had been fired, indicating that there was more than one person involved in the gunfight.
Elena didn't notice his movements, nor did she hear the almost inaudible gunshots. She continued to adjust the photos on her phone, preparing to send a few to him as screen savers.
After thinking for a while, Luke turned the steering wheel and turned into the community street next to him.
Elena raised her head: "What's wrong?"
Luke: "Nothing. I didn't want to send you back too soon or you'd have to drink coffee again."
Elena immediately raised her hand and patted him, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: “I want to have a good rest tonight, so I won’t give you coffee.”
Luke smiled, parked the car in an open space on the side of the road, unbuckled Elena's seat belt, hugged her and laid her flat on his lap: "Are you sure?"
Elena cried softly, "Ah, what are you doing!" But her eyes were full of smiles.
Luke leaned his head forward to muffle her soft gasp.
Behind Elena, the counterfeit mobile phone had been placed on the dashboard, and a series of freshly analyzed information was displayed on it.
There were at least five people who opened fire, and the exchange of fire took place in a luxurious villa more than 20 meters away.
The headset was connected to the New Jersey police communication channel, and someone called the police saying it was "very noisy" here.
But in just a moment, the gunfire stopped completely, and it was obvious that the battle in the villa was over.
Luke released a micro drone directly from the storage space outside the car and issued an order to enter the villa for reconnaissance.
The micro drone disappeared quietly and entered the villa through a glass door that was broken by a bullet.
A moment later, Luke saw a disheveled man with some flesh wounds on his face, sitting on the ground and breathing rapidly.
There was a man in black lying on the ground in front of me, with a saber stuck in his heart. He must be dead.
Luke held the petite yet plump female painter in his arms, but he was pondering in his heart.
The man in black with a knife in his heart is definitely not a policeman.
The man was wearing a black suit and a black hood, and this mix and match style was obviously wrong.
So he is not an agent from the SWAT, special forces, or some department.
The drone continued to fly around the villa and soon observed all the dead bodies.
There were twelve dead people, all wearing black suits and black hoods, lying dead all over the floor of this bungalow villa.
Luke had a lot of combat experience, especially countless one-on-many combat experiences. He could roughly understand the process of the battle after just a few glances.
After these masked men in black suits entered the villa, they were defeated one by one by the man, who successfully killed them and none of them escaped.
Top expert! Luke commented on the only man alive in the villa.
The drone soon entered a basement entrance. An eight-pound sledgehammer and a piece of broken concrete floor flashed across the screen. Under the ground was a large open box with a lot of weapons inside.
That's not the point.
The key point is the neatly arranged rows of things that look like coins next to the weapons.
The only difference between them and ordinary coins is that they emit a golden color.
Luke narrowed his eyes. Why did this thing look like the one in the Continental Hotel
Elena called out softly, "No, not here."
Luke smiled, loosened his slightly tightened hands, and gently stroked her back, indicating that he had no further intentions.
At this time, red and blue lights came from far away, and a patrol police car with flashing lights but no sirens stopped in front of the villa.
A patrolman got out and rang the doorbell.