My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Li Fu and Allen's answers were flawless.

Based on the situation at the scene and the preliminary investigation of the relevant personnel, the two detectives concluded that Li Fu's answers were without fault.

The inquiry was drawing to a close.

Just then, the interrogation room door was suddenly pushed open.

Agent Jackson had just finished writing the last letter on the note paper with his pen when he looked up in surprise.

A young police officer leaned halfway in, his expression somewhat strange, his eyes shifting between Li Fu and the two detectives.

"Over in the lobby... someone wants to bail Mr. Li out."

Li Fu paused for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly. He turned to look at Allen, the lawyer beside him.

Alan Gold also stopped organizing the documents, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and spoke with a hint of professional skepticism.

"What do you mean by this? My client has neither been detained nor arrested; he is simply cooperating with the police investigation. He is even a victim in this case. How can you talk about bail?"

The two detectives were equally surprised.

"That's what I told that lady too," the young officer shrugged helplessly, lowering his voice as if afraid the people outside would hear, "but she insisted on seeing Mr. Li, and... her identity is very special, she even knocked on the chief's office door."

A sense of foreboding rose in Li Fu's heart.

At this critical juncture, who will it be?

Lucy?

That's impossible; she's far away in Nashville.

Aside from Lucy, they can only be enemies.

He led Allen out of the interrogation room, through the noisy office area, and into the lobby. As soon as they turned the corner, a faint scent of perfume masked the stale smell of tobacco in the police station.

Li Fu saw a familiar figure.

It was Paris Hilton!

She wore a beige trench coat that looked casual yet was well-tailored, with a matching belt around her waist that accentuated her slender figure.

Huge brown sunglasses covered half of his face, and he was carrying the iconic Hermès Himalaya Birkin bag.

He was flanked by two assistants.

Standing in the somewhat dilapidated police station, this top socialite looked like a Persian cat that had wandered into the wilderness, appearing somewhat out of place.

At the same time, it inexplicably occupies the high point of the aura.

Several young police officers around her looked at her with surprise and curiosity. Some pretended to straighten their ties, some pretended to drink water, and some wanted to go up and talk to her, but were intimidated by her aura that kept strangers at bay.

When Hilton saw Li Fu come out, she took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of eyes with exquisitely drawn eyeliner, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, carrying a hint of laziness and spoiledness.

"Why are you here?" Li Fu asked, quite surprised.

Hilton smiled her signature sweet smile, her voice soft yet powerful.

"I heard you were in trouble, so I rushed over! Do I need to post bail? Can I pay by check, card, or cash only?"

Li Fu walked up to her, rubbed his temples helplessly, and glanced at the probing gazes around him. "This is a misunderstanding. I'm just here to cooperate with the investigation. I'm not a suspect and don't need bail."

Hilton blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, seemingly surprised, but quickly regained her nonchalant expression.

"Oh, really? That's great. Looks like I made a wasted trip and almost got mistaken for a madman by that receptionist. I just told him that if he didn't let me see you, I'd buy this building and move the police station there."

She said casually, "It's just a building, nothing to worry about!"

However, Li Fu knew that she truly had the ability to keep her word.

"Thank you, I'll remember this favor," Li Fu glanced at Allen beside him, "but let's leave the police station first!"

After the three left the police station, Allen immediately made an excuse to leave.

As a professional lawyer who mingles with celebrities, he knows that while his professional skills may be lacking, his keen eye for detail must not be.

He almost immediately realized that he was about to become an eyesore, so he quickly picked up his briefcase and, without even glancing at Li Fu, said, "Mr. Li, since you have a friend to pick you up, I'll take my leave now. If you have any legal issues later, please feel free to call me."

"Okay, thank you for your help today," Li Fu said again.

Allen said it was his duty and then drove away, with Hilton's two assistants also discreetly leaving.

Only Li Fu and Hilton remained in the parking lot.

"Do you have time today?" Hilton put her sunglasses back on, concealing the emotions in her eyes, her tone casual. "How about this, how about you treat me to a drink at the Blues Cellar? I just got off the plane and want to find a place to relax."

Li Fu had originally planned to refuse, and had even prepared his wording.

However, when he heard the words "Blues Cellar," he immediately changed his mind.

The Blues Cellar looks like a private club or bar, but it's a mixed bag of people and not open to the average person; it's a high-end members-only place.

Hilton's mention of this place at this time is definitely not just about drinking.

It's very likely a test.

"Where is the Blues Cellar?" Li Fu feigned ignorance.

"You don't even know your own wine company's clients?" Hilton looked at him with interest. "You must have been inside more than once, right?"

Li Fu's heart skipped a beat.

So the other side really came prepared?

He looked at Paris, paused for two seconds, and finally nodded. "I don't have a membership, so I'm afraid you'll need to take me in."

Hilton neither confirmed nor denied it, but simply tossed him the keys to a Bentley.

After the two got into the car, the socialite did not go to the Blues Cellar, but instead had Li Fu drive around the streets of Los Angeles twice to avoid possible stalking or paparazzi.

Finally, we stopped in front of a private restaurant deep in Beverly Hills.

There is no sign here, only two heavy mahogany doors. It is also a membership-only place that only accepts reservations.

Li Fu had never been to a place like this before. The private room was decorated in an extremely luxurious style, with unknown original oil paintings hanging on the walls and a faint scent of sandalwood in the air.

Each piece of decoration is probably quite valuable.

The waiter brought two glasses of Evian water and an elegant menu before leaving and closing the soundproof door.

Hilton remained calm and composed. She took off her trench coat and casually tossed it onto the back of the chair, revealing a silk slip dress underneath.

This is an excellent private space.

Li Fu knew it was time to get down to business.

Hilton leaned back in her chair, her gaze sharp and direct, completely shedding her charming and sweet demeanor.

"Li, you've got some nerve, actually tracking Goldstein all the way to the Blues Cellar."

Li Fu picked up his water glass, took a sip, and feigned ignorance. "I do know Goldstein, but what's the point of investigating him? We're not related at all."

"Stop pretending," Hilton said, tapping her fingers lightly on the table. The diamonds on her nails glittered coldly under the light. "It's just the two of us here. There's no need to hide anything. Winthrop may not be a big deal, but I advise you to stop investigating Goldstein."

Li Fu put down his water glass and looked at her calmly. "The law will give me justice for what happened today. As for matters unrelated to this, do you have any evidence?"

"Law? Evidence?" Paris seemed to have heard a joke. "In Los Angeles, the law is for ordinary people to follow. For someone like Goldstein, the law is just a tool. If he knows you're investigating him, even if it's just a rumor, the fair law will become a tool against you."

Li Fu neither confirmed nor denied the matter.

He knew Hilton was telling the truth.

In North America, wealthy and powerful people can get away with anything, no matter how serious the crime they commit, as long as they don't cause public outrage.

Offending the rich and powerful, no matter how innocent you are, can still land you in jail.

The prisons here are for-profit institutions.

"It seems you really do know something?" Li Fu had to re-evaluate Hilton.

Hilton leaned forward, lowered his voice, and dropped the real bombshell of the day: "I'm not afraid to tell you, my grandfather was one of the partners in Blues Cellar."

Li Fu's pupils contracted slightly upon hearing this.

He had previously investigated Hilton. Although the Hilton family's main business was hotels, it did not mean that they were just simple businessmen.

In America, it can be said that there are no purely wealthy businessmen.

They are also a long-established family with a political and business background, and they have considerable influence in North American politics. Their annual political donations are enough to make any senator greet them with a smile.

Paris Hilton's grandfather and father had close ties with prominent political figures.

She and Trump's daughter Ivanka were childhood friends, and her first modeling contract was with a company owned by Trump.

It's obvious that someone with such a family background is no ordinary person.

In this day and age, the term "socialite" is not a derogatory term, nor does it refer to someone who moves among important people based on their looks.

To put it bluntly, a socialite without a background is just a plaything and has nothing to do with being a socialite.

True socialites come from prestigious families and rely on their status and position; they are usually among the rule-makers.

Hilton is undoubtedly that kind of person.

Although her romantic history is quite extensive.

However, you could say she's fickle and likes young, handsome men.

However, it cannot be said that she rose to power because of her looks.

Li Fu knew all this, but he still didn't expect that the Hilton family was involved in the Blues Cellar incident.

Hilton stared into Li Fu's eyes and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Although we never get involved in political struggles, I know very well that Goldstein is not someone you can investigate. Enough is enough!"

Li Fu didn't know how to answer, so he remained silent.

He had to look at this woman in a different light; she wasn't just a pretty face for the family to show off, but probably a node in a vast network of interests.

"I find it strange that you're investigating him. Logically, you have no connection with him, nor any conflict," Hilton frowned. "Let me guess, it must be because of the Forrest family's daughter?"

She was unaware of Goldstein and Winthrop's original conspiracy, but the only connection she seemed to have was the hostage situation that occurred on a major Los Angeles thoroughfare.

As someone in the industry, she knew, of course, that it wasn't an ordinary kidnapping case.

Li Fu remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"You're quite the romantic!" Hilton sighed. "Miss Forrest is lucky to have met someone willing to go through fire and water for her."

Li Fu wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he actually detected a hint of jealousy in her tone.

Perhaps because of her background, it's hard for her to believe in true feelings.

"But I still have to say, even so, I must remind you that you have no idea who you're working against. If the investigation continues, the next time I go to the police station, it might not be to bail you out, but to claim your body, or something even worse..."

Hilton looked him straight in the eye. "You'll die inexplicably in some abandoned warehouse, and the police won't even file a case; they'll just list you as a missing person..."

That's a very direct statement.

As she finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Li Fu looked at the dappled shadows of the trees outside the window, his fingers gently stroking the side of the cup, unsure how to respond.

He knew Hilton was telling the truth.

In this city, it's all too easy for someone to disappear.

"So?" he finally spoke, his voice low and deep. "You're here to try and stop me?"

Of course he wasn't afraid of these things.

If things went to extremes, he could even make Goldstein disappear without a trace.

In America, it's very easy to get a high-precision sniper rifle. After all, Goldstein wasn't officially a member of the president's cabinet or a high-ranking state government official, and he didn't have the SWAT team protecting him 24/7.

Even the most professional bodyguards are nothing special.

He could kill someone with a single shot from 300 meters away.

"I'm here to save you," Hilton said, raising her voice. "Is it really worth going to this extent for a woman? Besides, she's probably already moved on, maybe she's on a date with some handsome guy in Nashville right now!"

Li Fu chuckled lightly. It wasn't that such a possibility was entirely impossible, but that was Lucy's freedom.

Even if they are dating now, it doesn't mean that their previous deep affection was fake.

"How can you be so calm?" Hilton asked, somewhat puzzled. "If you really don't care, then you shouldn't have continued investigating."

"You don't understand," Li Fu shook his head.

He didn't quite believe that Hilton had ever given her true feelings in her rich romantic history.

Therefore, I thought she wouldn't understand.

Of course, Hilton's romantic history isn't that extensive yet.

That's all in the future.

"I didn't realize you were such a romantic," Hilton stared at him for a long time, as if trying to see a hint of fear or wavering on the man's face.

But all she saw was a resolute determination, as firm as a rock.

"I wish someone would treat me like that," she sighed, complaining with amusement.

"Is it possible that even if I unilaterally choose to let this matter go, the enemy may not be willing to give up? There are signs that someone has already taken me as prey," Li Fu had this conjecture about Goldstein's behavior.

Especially after the other party intended to introduce him into Hollywood circles.

"Prey?" Hilton took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and resumed his previous posture.

She had not received any information about this.

However, it is also believed that this possibility exists.

Didn't she have a similar thought?

However, she wanted to rely on her own charm.

As for some important figures who cannot be publicly identified, or certain people who are old and past their prime and have completely lost their charm...

That's hard to say.

"Actually, I can offer you another option: become my personal secretary and bodyguard. That way, you'll be one of my people, and generally no one will dare to touch you."

Hilton immediately extended an olive branch.