Chapter 1629: The Life of a Rich Young Master
Luke and Lindsay walked through the living room and entered the bedroom. It was said that Mr. Cook had seen the ghost here.
Everything in the living room was nothing compared with this room.
Given Lukeâs years of working cases and Sharp Nose, he could immediately tell what had happened.
Sure enough, the guy had been having a lot of fun. Luke sneered inwardly.
Checking the room, he frowned. âThere were a lot of people here?â
Lindsay smiled wryly. âYes. The bodyguards were here first, then a few professional private investigators. Then, my uncle remembered you.â
Luke didnât bat an eyelid.
He didnât think it was glorious to help clean up after the son of a magnate.
This guy wasnât Tony.
Tony very earnestly studied new technology at home every day and shared it every now and then.
Because of that, Tony was someone who had to be protected.
As for this Cook, whether he was injured or in a coma, or even died⊠so be it.
When he framed Nelson last time, Cook casually dumped a woman he had been fooling around with into the mess, which proved that he wasnât a good person.
Jenny had almost been dragged into it, so it was understandable that someone like Cook would have bad luck.
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Thinking that, Luke was about to leave the bedroom.
He suddenly stopped and looked at the three drones on a shelf next toby the wall, before he walked over.
Staring at the three high-end drones for a moment, he asked, âDoes Cook like to play with these?â
Lindsay didnât even need to think before she shook her head. âHe likes to spend money on things that are expensive and trendy enough for him to show off to his friends.â
Luke nodded.
These three drones were exquisitely made.
There still werenât many drones worth thousands of dollars on the market.
These three could be considered artworks.
Of course, a young master like Cook had most likely been hoodwinked by some swindler.
As long as it looked ostentatious, rich people rarely cared about the quality of the parts inside.
It wasnât unusual for fat sheep like these to be ripped off.
There were a lot of these sorts of fancy âshellsâ on the shelf, which were clearly Cookâs thing.
But these drones were the real deal.
The parts inside couldnât be said to be super expensive, but they were absolutely professionally made. Many of them were handmade, and some of them shouldnât be used for ârich toys.â
Given the makerâs skills, it would cost more than 100,000 dollars for Cook to order a drone from him.
If the other party wanted to rip him off, 200,000 for each drone wasnât unreasonable.
How extravagant could Cook be? Luke wasnât sure.
Dropping 200,000 dollars on a luxury car made sense.
Cars were much more practical for wastrels. It was a good choice, whether for hooking up with beautiful women or racing.
But this was a drone.
As long as it wasnât made for a professional like Luke, ââmost of the functions would be just for show.
Would Cook really use the infrared night vision, temperature regulator, and 360-degree camera on the drone?
If the young master really did use them, one drone would have been enough; there was no need to buy three.
But these three drones did have Cookâs scent on them, so he really had played with them before.
Seeing that Luke was observing the drones, Lindsay hesitated for a moment before she explained, âThe videos inside probably have nothing to do with this. Itâs all of Cookâs âprivate life,â so theyâve been erased.â
Luke wasnât surprised.
Given the toys and illegal drugs in the living room, it would be strange if Cookâs father dared to preserve these videos.
Luke didnât say anything else. He simply gestured, and they walked out to the balcony.
Standing on the wide balcony and looking at the park across the street, Luke couldnât help but sigh. âThis place is really nice.â
The apartment building was very interesting. From the 15th floor up, it narrowed in size like a pyramid.
The living space was smaller in size, but gave way to a large balcony which let more light in.
The balcony of Cookâs apartment was open to the sun, and the park was right opposite.
It could only be said that this guy was indeed a wastrel.
Luke stood there and surveyed the landscape. Lindsay found it strange. âLuke, is there a problem here?â
She subconsciously looked around the balcony.
Given the angled balconies, it wouldnât be hard for residents directly above or below to climb up or down â just an ordinary ladder would do.
But anyone who could live here had a known identity.
No one without a clear identity could live here, even if they had money. Otherwise, they would be a hidden danger to everyone else here.
Luke nodded and said, âYouâve checked the upper and lower floors. There shouldnât be any problems, right?â
Lindsay said, âYes, we looked into them and eliminated all suspects.â
Luke nodded and entered the house. âLetâs go to the hospital and see your cousin.â
They left and headed for a private hospital.
Cook was being treated here.
Looking at Cookâs medical report, Luke had a rough idea why he had been sent to a private hospital.
According to the report, Cook had been having sex when he got a fright, and the damage at the point of contact wasnât light.
If he had been sent to a public hospital, it might be on the news the next day.
With the development of the Internet, there was no point in trying to shut down the news once it got online â the only thing that could be done was to block it at the source.
With Lindsay leading the way, it wasnât hard to check on Cook.
As for the woman who was also injured, she could be discharged, but was under observation for the time being.
This was for the sake of the investigation, and the woman was satisfied with the money she got for it.
Luke was in Cookâs ward for less than five minutes. He questioned the injured woman for another five minutes before he left the ward.
Looking at his thoughtful expression, Lindsay asked, âAny leads?â
Luke gestured, and the two of them sat down on a stone bench in the small courtyard of the private hospital.
He then asked, âYou donât think it was done by a ghost, and you want to find the assailant who put Cook in a coma?â
Lindsay hesitated for a moment before she said in a low voice, âThe culprit might have taken a lot of photos of Cookâs private life.â
Seeing Lukeâs doubtful expression, she continued to explain, âCook usually shoots his mouth off. When he got high, he might have said something he shouldnât.â
Luke lost interest.
Recently, he had used his clown alias to send more than ten political and business bigshots to hell. Now, what was the point of protecting a person like that?
He didnât rely on solving cases to make a living, so it was meaningless for the other party to give him money or owe him a favor.
Pretending to think for a moment, Luke then shook his head regretfully. âSorry, Lindsay. I didnât discover any leads with the case either â I canât help.â