Chapter 961 - Troublesome Family

Chapter 961: Troublesome Family

Selina took a look, but didn't see anyone.

Luke pointed. "Both their cars are over there. What a coincidence."

That being said, they didn't think much of it.

There were more than a hundred companies stationed in this 50-story building.

Some people might never meet even after working in this same building for years.

The two teams were working in the same building, and there might be dozens of floors between them.

After the elevator reached the 32nd floor, they found a hall with a sign at the door that read: "Desperation" - Monroe Peterson Exhibition.

Luke nodded. "This should be it."

Luke and Selina walked into the exhibition hall and saw that there were very few visitors. There was also the sound of an argument being suppressed, though a voice would be raised every now and then.

Going around a display wall, they entered the hall and saw two couples arguing in a corner in front of the French windows.

Well, it seemed complicated.

Actually, it was a young girl who was arguing with a middle-aged couple. Behind the girl was a middle-aged man with messy long hair. He simply raised his head and looked out the window without saying a word, as if he didn't care about the argument.

Luke and Selina looked at each other before they helplessly took out their badges.

It was Luke who spoke first. "May I ask who called the police?"

The middle-aged woman immediately turned around. "What's the police doing? They're only sending people over now…"

At that moment, she finally saw Luke's face, and her complaints were cut off.

Luke smiled faintly.

This was actually his standard expression when he was on the clock.

His smile was neither friendly nor distant. It was polite and gentle, but not overly solicitous.

The smile was like warm water that wasn't scalding, and the middle-aged woman's fury suddenly subsided a fair amount.

The middle-aged man next to her controlled his emotions better and said, "My wife called the police."

Luke nodded and asked, "Mrs. Aurora Soderberg?"

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, but he still nodded. "Yes."

After confirming the identity of the person who had reported the case, Luke asked, "Who is the swindler you mentioned in your report?"

The middle-aged woman finally snapped out of her daze. She raised her hand and pointed at the other man without thinking. "It's this man. Arrest him."

Luke was amused, but he said, "Mrs. Soderberg, unless this gentleman is a wanted criminal, we have no right to arrest him before a judge issues a warrant."

Stumped for a moment, Aurora immediately corrected herself. "He hit me. Arrest him now and wait for the police to interrogate him."

The girl immediately shouted, "Mom, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged man next to her smiled wryly and pulled his wife behind him. "I'm sorry, my wife is a little agitated. Please don't mind her."

Luke was still smiling. "And you are?"

"Jeffrey Soderberg," the middle-aged man said as he pointed at the girl opposite him. "This is my daughter, Lindsay Soderberg."

He then pointed at the middle-aged man behind the girl. "This is Monroe Peterson."

He emphasized the last half of his sentence with obvious derision.

Luke secretly praised the man in his heart. At least this man wasn't that stupid.

The wealthy naturally occupied a strong position in front of the police.

But this was only a generalization.

It wasn't unusual for a rich heir driving a sports car worth millions to be stopped by a police officer and given a ticket.

The number of police officers who hated the unbridled rich wasn't any lower than ordinary people.

Some police officers would even issue the maximum fine.

This was the mindset of the common citizen: "Aren't you rich? Then contribute more to society."

Luke had now clearly "hinted" to Jeffrey that he wasn't here to be a goon for the rich — not on this occasion, at least.

That was what Jeffrey thought.

The truth was that even with Jeffrey's logic, he still wasn't qualified to treat Luke as his "hired hand."

Suppressing his furious wife, Jeffrey said, "We suspect that Mr. Monroe Peterson used improper means to gain our daughter's trust and make her pay a huge rental fee for this venue, so we want to go back with him to the police station together and carry out an investigation."

What he said was quite neat.

He wasn't as arrogant and bossy as Aurora, but he had said, "Go back with him to the police station."

At the police department, they who donated millions every year could put on a show and didn't need to go through this petty detective who didn't know how things worked.

Instead of talking to these two lowly detectives, Jeffrey wanted to make a tacit deal with the higher-ups at the police department.

Compared with his wife, what Jeffrey was even more furious about was that the man had tricked his daughter.

As long as they found evidence, he would get him sent to prison without hesitation.

What d*mn painter, what d*mn abstract art? If you have what it takes, go draw sunflowers in prison.

Luke didn't stop him.

If the other party insisted, he had to do so.

Even if he didn't want to do it, another patrol officer would.

Rich people would always find a police officer who was willing to be their thug.

He looked at the man behind the girl and asked, "Mr. Monroe Peterson, do you have any objections to what Mr. Soderberg said?"

Monroe finally turned to look at him and suddenly smiled.

His smile seemed empty, as if he was mocking himself. "No."

Luke shook his head inwardly.

He had already discovered that the painter's mental state wasn't normal.

It was too much to call him crazy, but he wasn't like a regular, clear-headed person.

It was as if most of Monroe's thoughts drifted in some unknown world, and only a small part of him was still in reality.

Luke suspected that if he changed the question to "did you not take your medicine?", Monroe would say "no."

He could only nod. "Then please follow us back to the police department."

The girl, Lindsay, who was standing in front of Monroe, grew anxious. "Wait, he hasn't been well recently. How can he go to the police department? He needs to rest or go to the hospital."

Aurora couldn't help but say in a low voice, "I think he can go to a mental hospital. I can cover all the medical fees for him to be treated until he recovers."