The law of the United States does not protect the fault party in divorce.
Most of the time, the law will tend to protect women, and the "faulty party" here certainly refers to women.
For many middle-aged men, "ex-wife" is the most destructive weapon.
Once these men get divorced, it is impossible for them to have a smooth career, and they have to bear a large amount of debt.
It is not uncommon for men to be middle-aged before marriage and divorced and bankrupt.
It is also because of this that more and more Americans choose not to get married. Some families have two or three children, and the hostess and hostess are still not formal couples.
To a large extent, it is because the cost of divorce is too high for most people, so high that they have no courage to get married.
Once this woman loses this protection, her husband will be able to escape completely, and even turn around and ask for her property to be divided.
Alarm bells were ringing in her heart, she quickly shook her head: "No, we just had a quarrel."
Luke was a little disbelieving: "I seem to have heard just now that you accused her of intent to murder?"
His eyes moved to the slender and petite figure next to him.
The man and woman looked at each other and shook their heads together: "No, you heard it wrong. We just quarreled for a few words. It's okay now. Let's go right away."
Luke raised his hand: "That also requires the consent of this lady. Otherwise, I have to make a formal record for you and record your id in the record, so as to avoid you complaining about nypd's inaction in the future..."
"It's just a quarrel, can we let them go quickly?" The petite figure in front of him lowered his head and said sullenly.
Luke snorted, and looked at the pair of dogs again.
The man and woman were at a loss: "What's wrong?"
Luke: "Need I say, please leave quickly and stop wasting NYPD's police force?"
The man and woman froze for two seconds before they realized what it meant to tell them to get out.
But being tossed by Luke like this, they dare not be as arrogant as before. They are not the existence of the Soderbergh family, and they are not qualified to dictate to nypd.
Hearing this blunt chase, the two felt depressed, but they turned without hesitation and left the hall of the police station in no time.
Luke raised his hand to signal: "Go and sit down, and explain the situation by the way, Miss Jones."
Jessica Jones heard his voice, couldn't help but look up at his face again, then quickly lowered her head, and followed him.
When he arrived at the desk, Luke grabbed a chair beside him and motioned her to sit down. He snatched a bag of small cakes from the dog's head hiding under the desk, opened them and put them in front of Jessica: "Homemade small cakes." Snack, try it, and speak slowly."
Jessica stared blankly at the two small cakes protruding from the brown paper bag, feeling inexplicable in her heart.
Luke took another look in the drawer and put a carton of milk on it: "If it's too dry, you can still drink some milk."
After picking up the cake for a while, Jessica put it back into the bag: "Someone came to me and asked me to help investigate the man's cheating. It turned out that these two people planned to lure me to appear, and wanted to settle accounts with me."
Luke: "Huh?"
Jessica: "It's what you think. I investigated that woman. Her husband wanted to divorce her, but he didn't want to go bankrupt."
Luke: "She made this a big deal, won't she lose the lawsuit as well?"
Jessica: "That's not the case. She's probably going to lose. If this happens, she will definitely lose. If she has the brains, she won't find a boyfriend during the critical period of divorce."
Luke was speechless and could only change the subject a little: "Why did they say you murdered?"
Jessica: "Because I smashed the place where they cheated, maybe I'm afraid I smashed them too."
Luke was surprised: "Your firm also has the business of demolishing houses?"
Jessica rolled her eyes angrily: "Who made their mouths smell bad, as if it was a big deal for me to film her to steal the truth."
Luke pondered: "The divorce is not a small matter, is it?"
Jessica: "She was going for a divorce, but she might not get the money. What she cares about is money, but she has no interest in saving her marriage."
Luke knew the general situation, but he was not interested in delving into it.
He was more pleasing to Jessica, and of course this kind of petty dispute would not help the couple: "Okay, that's fine, you can leave at any time. Well, you can leave after eating."
After saying that, he ignored her and started to check the information on the computer by himself.
Jessica was silent for a moment, stood up and took a step, but stopped, turned around, grabbed the cake paper bag on the table, and walked away quickly.
After her figure disappeared, Selena looked at him jokingly: "This doesn't seem very flirty, does it?"
Luke looked away from the screen, and smiled at her: If I hadn't been strong-willed last time, I would have been raped, and I would have talked nonsense about it
For the "naive" Selena, he didn't want to hurt her, so let her enjoy herself.
John winked at Luke not far behind her, signaling to go to the rest room.
Luke got up, and casually took another bag of cakes from the mouth of the gold nugget under the table.
The gold nugget let out an "owwow", perfunctorily expressing his dissatisfaction with someone's dog-eating food, and then took out today's twenty-fifth bag of small cakes from the box beside him and ate them.
Anyway, they are all high-end goods for wasting time, so let the big devil take it.
When he arrived at the lounge, Luke threw the paper bag in his hand.
John, who had already sat on the sofa and sighed comfortably, raised his hand to catch it, opened it, took out the cake and ate it without any surprise: "Is there anything you can ask me?"
Luke: "Everyone in the office has it."
John's hand paused: "Everyone?"
Luke: "About one hundred and fifty bags."
John was speechless.
There are no more than 180 people in the police department in this office area, and at most two-thirds of them will come to the police station every day. This number is really enough.
While chewing the cake, he said vaguely: "You might as well open a pastry shop, you can earn more money than being a police detective."
Luke looked at him like a fool.
John is a typical example of roughness on the outside and thinness on the inside. Neither his carefree actions nor his appearance can conceal his carefulness as a top police detective. Looking at Luke's expression, he knew something was wrong: "Well, isn't it?"
Luke: "If it wasn't for the fact that when you were in Zhongfu Building, a guy blew up the first floor of the building and caused a loss of millions of dollars, I think old man Aoki would definitely give out hundreds of thousands of dollars in private rewards of."
John curled his lips: "At that time, I was only focusing on killing those guys who launched RPG... Wait, how did you know that Aoki would give out personal rewards."
Luke smiled and said nothing.
John didn't need him to say more, he slapped himself on the forehead angrily: "Then I lost hundreds of thousands?"
Luke hehe: "You can think of something better."
John: "Huh?"
Luke: "Compared with hundreds of thousands of rewards, the happiest thing is not to pay those millions of losses. You can't ask nypd to report you to Los Angeles."