A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Then came Chen Huaxing's case.

Just a month ago, Luke was promoted again for this case, from a senior federal special agent to the assistant federal agent supervisor.

at the moment?

It's only been a month.

Another promotion?

Rachel felt that if Luke continued to rise at this rate, it would probably be only two or three years before he became the federal director in charge of a state.

and……

He was the director of the most violent agency in the federal government, second only to the IRS, overseeing a state.

Rachel couldn't help but look at Luke.

I was somewhat suspicious.

"By the way, are you really not Chief Louis's illegitimate son?"

"Sorry, I am 100% of pure Eastern blood."

Luke shrugged and said this to Rachel, then added, "Besides, you're not the first to have this suspicion. Pan Ning just had the same one. But with my skin color, even if someone wanted to have this suspicion, they'd probably just be accused of having eye problems."

Although his appearance doesn't quite fit the Federation's stereotype of Easterners, any Easterner would instinctively consider him a compatriot.

They would never believe that he was, or that he had, any barbarian blood in his body.

That's just what Rachel said.

Since Luke is not Director Louis's illegitimate son, there is only one possibility left.

Luke is one of us.

This can be seen from the fact that Director Louis invited Luke and her to a private cocktail party.

Rachel knew perfectly well that the joke was just a way to start a conversation. After all, she couldn't very well say to Luke directly, "Your director is promoting you so much now, there must be a reason he'll need you in the future."

Luke was well aware of this.

After all, there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

His rapid promotion is largely due to his connection with Director Louis.

Luke didn’t mind working with Director Louis.

Only cooperation can lead to win-win results.

Expecting someone to give unilaterally without expecting anything in return is something you can only dream of in fairy tales. In reality, once someone helps you, they will never expect anything in return.

It's just a matter of time.

Luke wouldn't mind doing something for Director Louis in the future.

only……

He had a vague idea of ​​what kind of organizational structure Director Louis belonged to, but he was not sure yet.

However, it should be soon enough to figure this out.

He's not in a hurry.

Luke got up from the sofa, walked to the bedside, and looked at Lorna Dane, whose green hair was even more pronounced than in the afternoon.

Rachel wrapped her arms around Luke's neck from behind: "The doctor came to check on him an hour ago, and he's recovering very well, so don't worry."

Luke hummed in agreement: "I know, but I'm afraid that when Lorna wakes up, she won't recognize me."

Rachel smiled and comforted her, "She may not know you, but don't you know her? After all, you're her only family, aren't you?"

Lu Ke smiled slightly, looking at Lorna on the hospital bed: "That's right. Even if she has forgotten me after waking up, she is still my sister. At worst, we can let her get to know me again."

Make friends.

This is something Lu Ke excels at.

Look at Tang.

Look at Brian.

Let's take a look at Jia Ying and Carl.

At first, Lu Ke didn't know them, but after several interactions, there was no doubt that these people were now Lu Ke's friends.

Moreover, they also considered Luke a friend.

the reason is simple.

Treat others with sincerity!

This is Luke's principle for making friends.

If I am sincere to others, then they will surely be sincere to me in return.

With this thought in mind, Lu Ke looked at Lorna, who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, and suddenly felt an eagerness for Lorna to wake up.

then……

He would tell Lorna, "From now on, I, Luke, am your brother."

But until the morning of the third day, apart from her hair turning even greener, Lorna showed no signs of waking up, just like the previous two days.

Lorna lay on the hospital bed with a slight smile on her face, as if she were peacefully asleep.

But the kind that breathes.

The president's aide, Lorma Dis, whose identity is unclear—whether he was Bill Kings' uncle or father—was found this morning lying in his bed, lifeless, in a deep, eternal sleep.

Rachel looked at her phone, at a group chat message from Washington, D.C., and sat with Luke by the window in the hospital cafeteria, reading quietly: "At 8:35 this morning, Lorma Dis was found dead in his bed at his Washington home. His sister, Kelly Dis, was also found dead at the time of her discovery..."

Upon reading this, Rachel's pupils contracted, seemingly greatly shocked. She lowered her voice and said to Luke, "Jesus God, naked."

Luke, who was biting into his sandwich, wasn't too surprised. He just nodded thoughtfully and said, "Then it seems the rumors are true."

Rachel blinked.

"What rumor?"

"I wasn't sure before, but now I am. Isn't this Lorma Diss Bill Kings' uncle?"

"Ah."

"Rumor has it that he is neither father nor uncle. Do you understand now?"

"..."

Rachel was taken aback at first, then looked at the message sent in the group chat and gasped, as if she had discovered some earth-shattering gossip: "You mean, Lorma Dis is Bill Kings'...father?"

Lu Ke looked at Rachel, whose eyes were particularly bright as she chatted about this kind of gossip, just like the other women, and smiled and said, "I had heard about it before, but I wasn't sure, so I didn't say anything."

Rachel nodded immediately: "That must be it. That explains why this guy went after Bill Kings died and started causing you trouble."

Lu Ke shrugged and changed the subject.

Was the cause of death written down?

"Two bottles of triazolam were found on the bedside table."

"Two bottles?"

Luke raised an eyebrow and looked at Rachel: "Isn't that a bit too little?"

Rachel zoomed in on the photos of the scene that her resourceful colleagues in Washington had found, and then looked at Luke: "It's the kind with a large dose, the kind with a hundred pills in a bottle."

Lu Ke was slightly taken aback: "Okay."

He committed suicide by swallowing two hundred sleeping pills.

This is truly a uniquely federal method of suicide.

Upon hearing that he had committed suicide by taking two hundred sleeping pills, Lu Ke immediately felt a strong sense of déjà vu, similar to being shot eight times in the back.

"Two hundred is a bit too many."

Luke thought for a moment, looked at Rachel, and commented, "But this is also a relatively dignified way to die."

White House staff are, after all, respectable people.

A decent person has a decent way of dying, and that's acceptable.

"Decent?"

Rachel seemed amused and flipped her phone screen over to Luke: "The reprint front page of the Washington Herald is out. Do you think the headline is respectable?"

Luke's pupils focused as he looked at the enlarged headline on Rachel's phone.

Eye-catching!

……

Chapter 127 A Good Woman Can Bring Prosperity to Three Generations (First Update, Please Subscribe!)

White House staffer and his sister commit suicide together!

"At 8:35 a.m. this morning, White House staffer Lorma Dis was found dead at her home, suspected of committing suicide by overdose of sleeping pills. Her sister, Kelly Dis, was also found dead at the same time."

"..."

"The two were naked and embracing in bed."

"A suicide note was found at the scene. Based on the contents of the note, the two are suspected to be..."

"A suicide pact!"

"..."

Luke reached out and zoomed in on the phone screen Rachel was holding, then said with some surprise, "There was a suicide note left behind?"

Rachel put her phone away and looked at Luke.

"By this afternoon, news of White House staffer Lorma Dis and his sister Kelly Dis's suicide at home will have spread throughout the entire Federation. Do you still think this is respectable?"

"of course."

Lu Ke took a sip of his coffee and said without hesitation, "He even left a suicide note. I must say, that's quite respectable."