"I don't like her, and I won't call her grandma."
"You don't have to like her, but you need to maintain enough respect. Can you do that?"
"Good, hurry up and change your clothes; don't catch a cold."
Manny glanced at Luke, then left.
Fuan Cruise looked at Luke beside him, "Mr. Lee, is what the child said true?"
This little rascal tricked me to the lakeside, wanting to kick me into the lake, but he accidentally fell in himself.
I gave him a lesson, telling him that playing pranks on others is wrong.
We talked rather well; he's not bad by nature and admitted to writing the harassing letters.
The contents of the letters also matched."
"Thank you, you've taken a load off my mind.
Go change out of those wet clothes. Chanel Karl is about to arrive, and I'll introduce you."
Luke reminded, "Don't mention the harassment letters to Ms. Karl for now."
"I understand," Fuan Cruise nodded slightly.
Luke returned to his room, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.
When he came out again, he saw a Mercedes car approaching from a distance. Fuan Cruise went forward to greet it, personally opening the car door on the right-hand side of the back.
A woman got out of the car; she was some distance away, and her features were not clear, but she seemed to be of a certain age.
Luke guessed the identity of the other party and also walked to the entrance of the manor.
Fuan Cruise brought the woman over, "Chanel, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Luke Lee, my security consultant. He will ensure our engagement ceremony goes smoothly."
"Hello, Ms. Karl," Luke observed the woman.
Chanel Karl appeared younger than her actual age, with light makeup, fashionable clothing, a small purse, and an elegant demeanor, showing a friendly face.
"Mr. Lee, I'm pleased to meet you."
A man in his thirties with a medium build, somewhat thin, and blonde hair, with a blue tattoo on his forearm, came out of the driver's seat, "Madam, if there's nothing else, I'll be going."
"Galcan, remember to come to the engagement ceremony," Chanel Karl left a remark and walked toward the manor.
"Of course, Madam." The man replied, preparing to get into the car to leave.
"Buddy, that's a nice car you've got there, I've always wanted to get myself a Mercedes."
"Sorry, I don't know you."
"My name is Luke Lee, what can I call you?"
"Just call me Galcan."
Luke spread his hands, "Now we're acquainted, aren't we?"
"Sorry, I don't like others driving my car," Galcan still refused.
"You've got character; I like people with character. Are you a friend of Ms. Chanel Karl?"
"Your relationship seems quite close; I thought you were relatives."
"No, you're mistaken.
Buddy, if you like Mercedes cars, you could lease one for a test drive.
I've got to go, see you another time." Galcan got into his car and drove off.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
After dinner, Luke returned to his room to rest.
After getting ready for bed, he sat down at the desk to make a video call. He and Orty had been in contact all along. After learning from Marilyn Cruise about the unusual relationship between Chanel Karl and her assistant, he had Orty check on the assistant Galcan's information.
Orty answered the video call with a white facial mask on, "I hope I didn't scare you."
"You're getting ready to sleep."
"No, I'm waiting for you. Just flipping through some magazines and watching TV in the meantime."
"Did you find anything on Chanel Karl and Galcan?"
"Yes, I just finished compiling it."
"The assistant of Chanel Karl is named Galcan Flon.
Birth date, December 8, 1990.
He's an orphan who was sent to a welfare institution shortly after birth and later adopted by a couple.
That couple happens to be the sister and brother-in-law of Chanel Karl.
He lived in New York until three years ago when he moved to Los Angeles with Chanel Karl."
Luke inquired, "Who is Galcan's biological mother?"
"Such information is usually confidential, and it would take some time and effort to find.
I was worried it wouldn't be timely, so I took a different approach—I checked Chanel Karl's medical records.
I found that she had a hospital admission record in Rohl Obstetrics and Gynecology Hospital in New York from December 6 to December 15, 1990.
And that hospital is also where Galcan Flon was born." Orty questioned back, "Don't you think it's quite a coincidence?"
Luke asked, "What about their blood types?"
"Chanel Karl is type B, and Galcan is type O."
"So, it's very likely that they are mother and son."
"That's what I was thinking as well," Orty said.
"We still lack the key evidence."
Orty removed her face mask, with a playful smile, "Luke, you're a detective now, not a police officer.
You're not dealing with a suspect, so you don't need like-called key evidence or a presumption of innocence.
Your job is to report your findings to your employer and communicate in a timely manner.
I believe he will make his own judgment.
If your employer wants key evidence, we can spend more time and energy finding it later."
"You're right; I was being too stubborn. I'll discuss it with Fuan Cruise tomorrow." Luke, after all, was new to such assignments and had fallen into the rhythm of investigation, then he changed the subject,