Harry stared at the younger sister, paying attention to her expression and subtle body movements: "Irina and him are quite compatible, so you want to find a boyfriend too?"
Margaret couldn't help thinking about it for a moment, then shook her head not too firmly: "No, no. I just think he's pretty nice, and I feel very happy staying with him."
Harry frowned, this answer is not very good.
Her younger sister is pure and simple, but she scares people to death when she is decisive.
Margaret's last marriage to William Johnson was unknown to the family.
It wasn't until she found Harley herself for help that Harley knew that she was married, and the "brother-in-law" who had never masked her face was dead.
But, what can I do about it.
People who study art are not logical when they are emotional.
"Oh." Harry just responded lightly, and immediately changed the subject: "How about the art exhibition in the afternoon?"
Margaret's attention was immediately diverted, and she said excitedly: "Sister, someone has taken a fancy to two of Monroe's paintings, and they paid a very high price."
Harry snorted slightly: "How tall?"
Margaret: "1.2 million crying girls, 800,000 broken time and space."
Harry snorted, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Lindsay did a good job."
Margaret was at a loss: "Huh?"
Although Lindsay was helping Monroe hold the exhibition, but the painting sold for a high price, shouldn't it be Monroe who painted well
Harley is not interested in explaining to this simple sister what is "trust" and what is operation.
For this younger sister who is worth more than 100 million yuan, painting is just pure art and has nothing to do with these commercial operations.
But for Harry, the news had a little impact.
A few days ago, two paintings said to be Munro's masterpieces had been transferred to Halle as a personal gift.
Although it is not these two paintings, she can imagine that the "price" of Munro's official works is at least hundreds of thousands of dollars.
The starting price of the two gifts that are still in the exhibition is one million dollars.
This woman, Lindsay, is very clever at buying people! Harry felt a little turmoil in his heart, which soon disappeared.
Her mind is not on money.
As a psychiatrist, she is not short of money.
After the billionaire little widow Margaret came to New York, she even insisted that all living expenses be paid by her fund account.
Facing Lindsay's change of form and the "million" bonus, Harley was just a little surprised, but she didn't lose her composure.
Lindsay is a woman who can keep in touch, but be careful not to let Margaret get too close to her.
Politicians are not to be trusted at all.
In comparison, she would rather Margaret and Irina get closer, at least that girl has a good character and can be trusted.
…
Luke, who drove away, didn't know the small talk between the sisters Harley and Margaret. He took Elena and continued to wander in New York City.
It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that the two left for Pallander Academy.
When he arrived in the suburbs of North Bergen, the cell phone on Luke's chest vibrated slightly.
The simple monitoring system temporarily installed outside the car found some special situations and immediately sent a reminder to him.
For the sake of portability and easy installation and disassembly, this simple monitoring system is small in size, so the monitoring range is not too large, which is better than nothing.
Slowing down the speed of the car slightly, he took out the counterfeit mobile phone and operated it twice. A simplified version of the electronic map was displayed on the LCD screen, and he looked to the left.
There are gunshots.
They were in the direction Luke looked at, and they were only 30 meters away from Luke and the others.
The gunfire is not dense, but very coherent.
From Luke's discovery to the time when he drove tens of meters, there were already seven or eight shots, indicating that there were more than one participant in the shootout.
Elena didn't notice his movements, and didn't hear the barely audible gunshots. She continued to adjust the photos on her mobile phone, and was going to send some to him as a screensaver.
After thinking about it, Luke turned the steering wheel and turned into the nearby community street.
Elena raised her head: "What's wrong?"
Luke: "It's nothing, I don't want to send you back too soon, or I'll have coffee again."
Yi Lianna immediately raised her hand and patted him, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised: "I have to rest well tonight, so I won't give you coffee."
Luke smiled, parked the car in an open space on the side of the road, unfastened Elena's seat belt, hugged her over, and laid her flat on his lap: "Are you sure?"
Yi Lianna whispered: "Ah, what are you doing!" There was a smile in her eyes.
Luke moved his head up, blocking her whisper.
Behind Elena, the counterfeit mobile phone has been placed on the dashboard, and a series of newly analyzed information is flashed on it.
At least five people fired shots, and the exchange of fire took place in the luxurious villa more than 20 meters away.
The headset had been connected to the New Jersey police communication channel, and someone called the police, saying that it was "very noisy."
But in just a moment, the gunfire stopped completely, and it was obvious that the battle in the villa was over.
Luke released a miniature drone directly outside the car from the storage space, and issued an order to enter the villa for reconnaissance.
The micro-drone disappeared quietly, and got into the villa through a glass door broken by bullets.
After a while, Luke saw a messy man with some flesh wounds on his face, who was sitting on the ground panting rapidly.
There was a man in black lying on the ground in front of him with a saber stuck in his heart. This man must be very cold.
Luke held the exquisite but fleshy female painter in his arms, but he began to ponder in his heart.
The man in black who stabbed the knife in the heart is definitely not a policeman.
This man was wearing a black suit and a black hood. This mix-and-match style was obviously wrong.
So he's not a sat, secret service, or some department agent.
The drone continued to wander around the villa, and soon observed all the dead.
There were twelve dead, all in black suits and black hoods, and they died all over the place in this one-story villa.
Luke's combat experience is too rich, and there are countless one-to-many experiences. He can roughly understand the battle process after just a few glances.
After these masked black suits entered the villa, they were all attacked by the man, and they fought back successfully, and none of them escaped.
Top master! Luke made a comment on the only man alive in the villa.
The drone quickly entered a basement entrance. On the screen, an eight-pound sledgehammer and a piece of broken concrete ground passed. Under the ground was a large open box with many weapons in it.
That's not the point.
The point is that there are several rows of neatly arranged weapons next to them, like coins.
It's just that unlike ordinary coins, they exude a golden color.
Luke narrowed his eyes. How does this thing look like the one from the Continental Hotel
Yi Lianna called softly: "Don't, don't be here."
Luke smiled, let go of his slightly tightened hands, stroked her back, and signaled that he had no further intentions.
At this time, the red and blue light came from far to near, and a patrol police car with flashing lights but no alarm stopped in front of the villa.
A patrolman got out of the car and rang the doorbell.