A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

No one can know what will happen tomorrow, let alone in the more distant future.

At least for now, Luke is enjoying his time with Rachel.

Because the exterior and interior of the Columbia Broadcasting Building suffered varying degrees of damage, and all six elevator shafts were rendered unusable by Chen Huaxing's bombing.

So Rachel's "morning news" department was given a day off.

Of course.

The kind with paid leave.

Meanwhile, after Chen Huaxing's case was completely closed, the FBI gradually returned to calm after a period of intense activity.

Although there are all sorts of cases happening in Los Angeles almost every day.

but……

That's a problem for the Los Angeles Police Department, not the Los Angeles FBI.

So in the two weeks since Rachel officially announced her relationship with Luke to the media, their romance has been heating up rapidly.

Its speed is comparable to that of a rocket.

Let's say that.

Luke's wardrobe in the master bedroom on the second floor has started to contain Rachel's clothes.

Moreover, since five days ago, Rachel has stopped going back to her apartment in the mornings. Instead, she sits on the sofa on the first floor with a book in her pajamas, quietly reading, and then, like a wife, waiting for Luke to come home from get off work in the afternoon.

Today, after Luke left, Rachel put on a straw hat, gloves, and lawn mowing tools, and chatted with the ladies of the nearby houses in front of her house while trimming the somewhat messy lawn in front of her door.

When Lu Ke returned home from get off work in the afternoon, he saw his female neighbor greet him after seeing his car. He was slightly taken aback. After parking his car, he went into the living room and spoke to Rachel, who was wearing an apron and seemingly baking some kind of pastry behind the kitchen counter on the first floor: "I've lived here for so long, and this is the first time I've ever seen a neighbor greet me."

This is amazing.

After all, on his first day living here, his neighbors didn't seem so easy to get along with.

Luke could understand this.

If someone whose skin color is not mainstream suddenly moves in next door, he won't take the initiative to say hello.

Rachel stepped out from behind the bar, helped Luke take off his suit jacket and hang it on a clothes rack, then asked curiously, "Which one?"

As Luke removed the tactical vest with two guns stuck in it, he said, "It's the house diagonally across from us, a blonde woman who looks to be in her thirties or forties."

Rachel suddenly realized.

"That must be Mrs. Grant."

"How did you know?"

"When I was mowing the lawn this morning, Mrs. Grant happened to be at the door, so we chatted."

Rachel shrugged and said, "By the way, do you know that Mrs. Grant's husband, Mr. Grant, is also in your profession?"

Luke raised an eyebrow, looked at Rachel who knew his neighbors better than he did, and shook his head.

"I don't know, is he also from the FBI?"

"No."

Rachel shook her head.

“Mr. Grant is a police inspector in the Juvenile Offenders Division of the Los Angeles Police Department.”

"……All right."

“I spoke with Mrs. Grant this morning. Do you know how many families from the Los Angeles Justice System live in this neighborhood?”

"do not know."

"There are only 32 households in this block, and 30 of them are in the judicial system. Wow, the house at the top of the street is where Mrs. Hass' husband lives. He is a judge in our Los Angeles Federal Supreme Court."

"is it?"

"..."

Chapter 108 Rachel's Ambition (Second Update, Please Subscribe!!)

Luke sat on a high stool at the bar, listening intently as Rachel, wearing an apron and like all the other gossipy women, talked on and on about the neighbors on the Hillcrest block.

There are a total of 32 households in their neighborhood.

Rachel already knows almost everything.

They even knew exactly what rank the male heads of these households held within the Los Angeles judicial system.

For example, the Hass couple who live on the left side of the street; Mr. Hass is a judge in the Los Angeles Superior Court.

For example, living diagonally across from the Haas family is the Lauren family. Although Mr. Lauren is now a senior partner in a lobbying group in Los Angeles, he was a senior prosecutor who served as the Los Angeles District Attorney for more than 15 years before that.

Another example is the Glenn couple, who live diagonally across from Luke's house. They are the same couple whose husbands are the juvenile delinquency superintendents of the Los Angeles Police Department, as mentioned earlier.

Rachel, with her excellent memory, succinctly explained the composition of the neighborhood to Luke without pausing, then looked at Luke with amazement: "Compared to the apartment I live in, the neighbors in this neighborhood are simply high-quality."

Rachel even had a feeling.

Suppose that a neighbor in this neighborhood commits a crime, they can easily get away with it through other neighbors living here in the shortest amount of time.

think carefully.

Local crime; there's a police inspector from the Los Angeles Police Department in this neighborhood.

Federal Crimes—Luke was the deputy director of operations for the FBI in Los Angeles.

The court, Mr. Haas on the street, is a judge of the Los Angeles Superior Court.

Even the District Attorney's office has a veteran prosecutor, Mr. Lauren, who served in the District Attorney's office for more than fifteen years.

This neighborhood could essentially become a small judicial district.

Luke rested his chin on his hand, staring intently at Rachel, whose face was filled with astonishment. He asked, slightly surprised, "You obtained all this information while you were mowing the lawn during the day, chatting with Mrs. Grant?"

Rachel snapped out of her daze and nodded.

"correct."

"Wow."

Luke exaggerated his expression and said with a smile, "Rachel, I feel you shouldn't be a host. You should come to the FBI. I've been living here for almost half a month, and only after hearing what you said did I learn the names of my neighbors."

Rachel looked at Luke mysteriously: "Let me tell you a secret, I'm trying to get myself into the political arena, so collecting information on you federal government employees is one of my strengths."

Lu Ke smiled and said, "I can tell."

He saw ambition in Rachel's eyes from the moment he was with her.

This is good.

Because an ambitious woman is more energetic and can make a couple's life more passionate than a woman without ambition.

but……

Every circle has its own hierarchy of contempt.

Although Rachel is not at the very bottom of the broadcasting circle, it is still quite difficult for her to move from being a morning news anchor to being a federal content anchor.

In this process, connections, resources, and your own reputation are all indispensable.

However, after Rachel and Luke got together and staged a "hero saves the beauty sequel" and "hero and beauty romance" in front of almost half of the West Coast, it can be said that the name Rachel Willerliss is already a household name throughout the West Coast.

All that's left is connections and resources.

Every one of the top federal officials has one federal official or another on their phone.

Those hosts who work in Washington are even more impressive; on their phones, they're either from the Pentagon or a member of the Senate or the House of Representatives.

This is why, in many cases, some powerful media outlets are able to know what is going to happen even before the White House makes an announcement.

at this time.

Ding!

Rachel's eyes lit up when she heard the oven's sound. She turned around and walked over to the oven, then put on gloves, took the brownie cake out of the oven after it finished baking, and excitedly carried it to the bar.

"Look, how did it turn out!" Rachel looked at the brownie cake, which she had finally succeeded in making after three attempts that afternoon, with great satisfaction, and quickly looked at Luke.

After all, Lu Ke is a food expert.

During these days, Rachel was amazed by Luke's cooking skills.

Looking at Rachel, whose face was filled with excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness and anticipation for his feedback, Lu Ke recalled the burnt smell he had caught at the door when he first returned. He took a bite, nodded, and looked at Rachel: "Not bad."

Rachel blinked. "Just not bad?"

Luke shrugged. "If it were me, I'd put in more cocoa powder, and the dark chocolate would..."

Rachel raised her hand to interrupt: "Okay, that's enough. I understand what you mean."

Luke fell silent, looking at the expression on Rachel's face: "You made me say it."

Why would I ask a master chef to critique my cooking skills?

Rachel thought to herself, then glanced at Luke with a hint of reproach.

It's all your fault.

Luke chuckled at Rachel's fierce, almost childlike glare, then changed the subject, asking, "Are you free this Friday night?"

Somewhat dejected, Rachel took out a knife and began cutting the brownie in front of her. She thought for a moment, "This Friday, the 30th?"

Luke nodded.

"Correct."

"You should be fine. What's wrong?"

"Accompany me to a cocktail party."

"A cocktail party!"

Rachel raised an eyebrow and looked at Luke: "What kind of party is it?"

Luke said, "It's a private affair, the kind with a female companion. Director Louis is going back to Sacramento early next month, and before he leaves, he plans to invite some of his friends in Los Angeles, such as the mayor, the chief of staff, city councilors, state legislators, and so on."

Rachel listened with some surprise as Luke rattled off one position after another that was among the most prestigious in Los Angeles. She asked, "Can I go?"