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.