Chapter 1629 - The Life of a Rich Young Master

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 Luke’s 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. “There were a lot of people here?”

Lindsay smiled wryly. “Yes. The bodyguards were here first, then a few professional private investigators. Then, my uncle remembered you.”

Luke didn’t bat an eyelid.

He didn’t think it was glorious to help clean up after the son of a magnate.

This guy wasn’t 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 wasn’t a good person.

Jenny had almost been dragged into it, so it was understandable that someone like Cook would have bad luck.

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, “Does Cook like to play with these?”

Lindsay didn’t even need to think before she shook her head. “He likes to spend money on things that are expensive and trendy enough for him to show off to his friends.”

Luke nodded.

These three drones were exquisitely made.

There still weren’t 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 wasn’t unusual for fat sheep like these to be ripped off.

There were a lot of these sorts of fancy “shells” on the shelf, which were clearly Cook’s thing.

But these drones were the real deal.

The parts inside couldn’t be said to be super expensive, but they were absolutely professionally made. Many of them were handmade, and some of them shouldn’t be used for “rich toys.”

Given the maker’s 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 wasn’t unreasonable.

How extravagant could Cook be? Luke wasn’t 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 wasn’t made for a professional like Luke, most 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 Cook’s 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, “The videos inside probably have nothing to do with this. It’s all of Cook’s ‘private life,’ so they’ve been erased.”

Luke wasn’t surprised.

Given the toys and illegal drugs in the living room, it would be strange if Cook’s father dared to preserve these videos.

Luke didn’t 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 couldn’t help but sigh. “This place is really nice.”

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 Cook’s 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. “Luke, is there a problem here?”

She subconsciously looked around the balcony.

Given the angled balconies, it wouldn’t be hard for residents directly above or below to climb up or down – 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, “You’ve checked the upper and lower floors. There shouldn’t be any problems, right?”

Lindsay said, “Yes, we looked into them and eliminated all suspects.”

Luke nodded and entered the house. “Let’s go to the hospital and see your cousin.”

They left and headed for a private hospital.

Cook was being treated here.

Looking at Cook’s 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 wasn’t 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 – the only thing that could be done was to block it at the source.

With Lindsay leading the way, it wasn’t 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 Cook’s 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, “Any leads?”

Luke gestured, and the two of them sat down on a stone bench in the small courtyard of the private hospital.

He then asked, “You don’t think it was done by a ghost, and you want to find the assailant who put Cook in a coma?”

Lindsay hesitated for a moment before she said in a low voice, “The culprit might have taken a lot of photos of Cook’s private life.”

Seeing Luke’s doubtful expression, she continued to explain, “Cook usually shoots his mouth off. When he got high, he might have said something he shouldn’t.”

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 didn’t 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. “Sorry, Lindsay. I didn’t discover any leads with the case either – I can’t help.”