never mind.
You can earn money again if you lose it, but in life, comfort comes first.
"Gwen."
"ah!"
Locke waited until the real estate agent Oren left, then looked at Gwen who was standing there in confusion. After calling out to Gwen who had come back to her senses, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Gwen."
Gwen was slightly stunned. Her good family and good education gave her the ability to quickly stabilize herself: "Why thank me? I didn't help at all."
It is like that.
I also plan to help find an apartment for new classmates.
result...
The new friend just waved his pen and bought a set right away.
Too arrogant.
Is this guy trying to deceive me?
He is not an orphan at all, but a kid from a rich family.
Locke looked at the expression on Gwen's face and smiled: "This is the inheritance my parents left me. After buying this house, there is not much left. However, I have to start over."
"…I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."
"fine."
Locke smiled and said, "In fact, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made up my mind so quickly. To express my gratitude, I'll treat you to a meal to express my gratitude."
"But I didn't help you."
"You have."
Locke said sincerely: "You are the first friend I met in New York. You let me know that New York has warmth."
Gwen looked at Locke with a sincere face and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
She felt that if she rejected Locke, it would make this new classmate think that New York City was not only problematic but also cold.
so...
Gwen hesitated for a moment and looked at Locke: "Just eating?"
Locke nodded: "Yes, just to express my gratitude."
Not a date.
Gwen breathed a sigh of relief.
The place where Locke invited guests to dinner was not far away, just on Fifth Avenue. When he just took a taxi here, Locke saw a restaurant with a nice exterior decoration.
He doesn't care about food.
but...
Locke likes wine very much, especially bourbon. However, it is not possible to buy wine through formal channels if you are under 21 years old, and restaurants will not sell wine to you.
Unless this restaurant wants to close down.
Although it is a bit early to eat at five o'clock, the restaurant opens at five o'clock, which means it is normal.
"Um."
Gwen, who was sitting opposite, bit the egg tart in her hand and her eyes lit up: "This tastes very good."
Locke smiled and said, "Then come together next time if there is a chance."
Gwen looked up and looked at Locke with a smile on her face: "Student Locke, will it be considered a date next time?"
Locke's eyes were clear: "All right!"
Gwen: "…"
What does "anything goes" mean?
What kind of answer is that?
Out of the restaurant.
Gwen was going home.
only...
"Gwen?"
A police car flashed past in front of them, and then it backed up directly. When the passenger window was about to roll down, a man sitting in the passenger seat appeared in the sight of Locke and Gwen.
Locke raised an eyebrow.
Gwen was also slightly stunned: "Dad?"
Sheriff George Stacy stepped out of the police car, his eyes moving between his daughter and Locke beside him.
Good job.
Before he knew it, a wild boar appeared while he was taking a nap?
Gwen also quickly recovered from her daze and introduced her to her father, "Dad, this is Locke, the classmate who just transferred here today."
Locke saw this,
He also extended his hand: "Hello."
George glanced at Locke's right hand, hesitated for a moment, shook hands, and forced a smile: "Hello."
quite a while.
Gwen said goodbye to Locke, got into George's police car, and left Locke's sight.
Half an hour later.
Gwen's house.
"Are you back?"
Helen, a full-time housewife, looked at her husband and daughter who came in front and behind, smiled and said, "Go wash your hands, and eat soon."
Gwen responded.
George said directly: "Your daughter just came back from a big meal."
Gwen turned to look at George and stomped her foot, "Dad!"
I had already explained it on the way back.
Helen looked at her daughter and looked at George curiously: "What's going on?"
George took off his uniform and said, "Ask your daughter."
Helen looked at Gwen: "Gwen?"
Gwen was speechless. "Mom, it's just a new classmate. I accompanied him to find an apartment, and then, as a thank you, he treated me to a meal. It's that simple."
Helen nodded, not finding anything strange.
George chuckled and said, "Ask that classmate where he found the apartment."
Gwen looked at George helplessly again, then met her mother Helen's gaze and sighed, "The Star Building."
Helen raised her eyebrows and looked at George.
The name of the Star Building is well-known in New York City.
"Your classmate..."
"Locke is an orphan."
"Um?"
Gwen sighed. "The money for the house was the inheritance left to Locke by his parents. Again, this isn't a date. I'm full. I'm going back to my room."
Speaking of.
Gwen walked directly towards the stairs to the second floor.
Helen looked at George.
George also shook his head. Gwen didn't tell anyone about this situation when they were in the car.
If that's the case, then that would explain it.
Overthinking.
Helen and George exchanged a glance, then Helen walked straight into the kitchen: "Your daughter is angry. You started the fire, so you are responsible for putting it out."
Obviously.
My daughter must have kept silent because she didn't want to expose her classmates' privacy.
George opened his mouth and touched the back of his head: "Coco, where's the hot cocoa?"
My daughter is angry, and if one cup of hot cocoa doesn't solve the problem, then two cups will.
George already had experience with this.
Star Building.
Locke retrieved the express and returned to the apartment he had just purchased and moved into.
Hiss!
After the package was unpacked, a suitcase came into view.
Open!
Catch the eye.
Two stacks of one hundred "Continental Gold Coins" lay quietly inside.
There is also a notebook that is not available on the market.
After Locke took out the notebook, he opened it, and when the notebook started up, he stood up and walked towards the second floor of the apartment with the notebook.
In the study.
Locke locked the gold coins in the safe and then sat down at the computer desk.
Not long.
After the laptop successfully connected to the Internet, a page popped up.
"Please verify your identity!"
"Unparalleled!"
"Verification successful!"
Following a mechanical sound, the page moved to the side, and then a piece of information was quickly refreshed and transmitted.
Locke looked at the names on the display screen with an expressionless face.
Right hand.
A Colt M1911A1 pistol equipped with a silencer is very conspicuous.
…