Chapter 978 - Buying a House, and an Invitation to a Dinner Party

Chapter 978: Buying a House, and an Invitation to a Dinner Party

Only after that did Luke turn to Monroe’s case.

Haley had nothing to hide.

“Lindsay and her parents have reached an agreement. She’ll find a place to take care of Monroe,” said Haley simply.

Luke chuckled. “Do you and Lindsay know each other?”

After a brief hesitation, Haley shook her head. “Actually, Monroe and Margaret are from the same college. I met him before, which is how I met Lindsay.”

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 know everything, okay?”

Luke spread his hands. “Okay. However, is it because you know her that you’re willing to help? 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 silent for a moment, before she nodded helplessly. “She admires Margaret’s paintings, and we’ve interacted a few times. It’s not a personal friendship, but it’s nice to talk to her. It’s just that she doesn’t know that I’m a psychiatrist.”

Luke could only sigh at how easy it was for people in high circles to run into each other.

This also proved that poor people didn’t think much of psychiatrists.

After that, everybody 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 as valuable, but the amount of hard work they did put them in the top three.

Nobody wasted any time.

On the way out, Selina looked at the red Lamborghini which drove off in the opposite direction. “This doctor... I don’t think she’s normal. From what she said just now, it seems she feels it’s a shame that Kilgrave’s dead.”

Luke said, “Aren’t FBI agents who go after serial killers the same? They’re just interested in the hunt. Even we feel the same when we run into armed robbers and hooligans.”

Selina tilted her head. “That’s true. I want to shoot any robber holding an AK, and break the legs of hooligans when I see them.”

Luke smiled but didn’t say anything.

Don’t you know why you’re called the Knee Breaker in Los Angeles? You don’t just stop at two legs.

They chatted as they drove northeast over the Brooklyn Bridge and then through the Lincoln Tunnel next to their house as they headed to New Jersey.

In less than two minutes, the car arrived in a neighborhood where a middle-aged man in a suit was waiting for them.

When Luke and Selina got out of the car, he immediately focused on them.

Luke stepped forward. “Mr. Peter Porter?”

The middle-aged man asked, “Detective Luke Coulson? This is... your wife?”

Luke smiled, but Selina was as calm as ever.

“She’s my friend. She’s worried that I’ll be careless, so she came with me to take a look at the house.” He was just talking rubbish now.

Selina couldn’t be bothered with him. She simply took Gold Nugget to check the front and back of the villa.

Luke and Peter entered the house.

Twenty minutes later, they walked out again. Selina and Gold Nugget were already eating tiramisu.

When she saw him, she nodded slightly to indicate that the situation outside the villa was exactly as described in the file.

Luke said, “I’m buying the house. I’ll have my lawyer talk to you later about the contract. Mr. Peter, you can wait for my call.”

Stunned for a moment, Peter quickly nodded. “No problem. My phone is on 24/7.”

Luke nodded with a smile and got into the car.

Selina said lazily, “If the lawyer handles the paperwork and settles everything today, he’ll save on waiting another 14 hours.”

Luke said, “Someone who wants to quickly sell a house before Christmas must have his own difficulties.”

Selina thought for a moment.

If they weren’t in desperate need of money, who would be in a hurry to sell their house at a price 5% lower than the market price?

It was very likely that Mr. Peter wouldn’t be able to make it past Christmas unless he sold the house.

After running into a buyer like Luke who didn’t haggle over the price, Mr. Peter would be crazy if he didn’t make his phone available 24/7 day to seal the deal.

“Come over when you have time and switch out the daily necessities for new ones,” Luke said. “Also, are your parents and siblings really not coming for Christmas? It’s a rare opportunity to play with snow, right?”

Selina said helplessly, “Dad is too absorbed with the ranch, and mom doesn’t want to throw the head of the family out of the ranch for Christmas. Now that they finally have their own ranch, they want to spend their first Christmas there. Who cares about snow? They can go to Alaska to play when they get the chance. They’ll have so much snow then that they’ll puke.”

Luke was stunned. “They don’t have to go that far, right? But true, a trip to Alaska isn’t a bad idea.”

Selina said, “Those are my mom’s words, not mine. I think she’ll come running back after three days.”

Luke smiled. “It’s indeed fast by plane.”

Thinking for a moment, he said, “Why don’t you go home? We won’t be doing anything for Christmas.”

Luke’s family would be coming to New York for a winter Christmas this year; Selina could also go back and enjoy a family reunion.

She hadn’t been back since last Christmas.

Pondering for a moment, Selina nodded. “Fine. It won’t take long by plane anyway.”

This was the first year that the Hayek family had their own ranch.

It had been Mario and Sandra’s lifelong dream to own land in America.

Of course, they wanted her to go back so that the whole family could be together.

As they chatted, Luke glanced northwest.

Damon and Mindy lived only five hundred meters away, so they could be considered neighbors.

In the afternoon, Selina went out with Gold Nugget to buy things for the villa.

Luke was working alone at home.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

It was the unimportant second private line. As usual, the number was unfamiliar, and it was a fixed line.

He picked up the call. “This is Luke Coulson. What can I do for you?”

“Hello, Mr. Coulson. I’m Jeffrey Soderberg’s butler. Mr. Soderberg is holding a dinner party tonight and has invited you. I’ll send a car to pick you up at six in the evening. Please be ready.”

Luke found this absurd. “Not free, not going. Bye.” He then hung up.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t polite, but that the other party’s manners were even worse.

Even when the butler was addressing him respectfully, his tone implied that he was doing Luke a favor.

Luke was someone whose every minute was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Did they really think that he was some rich kid who had nothing better to do but wait every day to attend dinner parties?

Luke curled his lip and casually ordered, “Little Snail, add this number to the automatic reply list.”

“Yes, sir,” Little Snail replied right away.

In New Jersey, Tommy Hoffman, the butler of the Soderberg family, was stunned for a moment, before 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.”