The man immediately introduced himself. "I’m a lawyer from Hames Law Firm. This is the customized armored Hummer Ms. Niel prepared for you. The entire vehicle is custom-built to military specifications, featuring a special aluminum alloy frame and glass capable of withstanding small-caliber automatic rifles. We’ve already handled the license plates and insurance for you. Here’s the purchase contract; you just need to sign it."
With that, he took the golden pen from his chest and respectfully handed it to Dean.
Dean took the contract and pen, briefly looked it over, and while signing, asked offhandedly, "How much does this car cost?"
"As it’s custom-designed, the price is a bit steep," the blond lawyer said with a smile, extending two fingers. "All in all, it’s close to two million US dollars."
Beck, who was standing by, took a sharp breath when he heard the price.
FUCK! This is what it *really* means to live off a woman. Compared to my brother Dean, my part-time job unclogging old pipes is just... embarrassing!
After Dean signed, the lawyer carefully collected the contract, then took out another one from his briefcase. "Actually, this document is the main reason I’ve come. Mr. Dean, if there are no issues, please sign here."
An image of Niel’s sweet face crossed Dean’s mind, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had been neglecting her.
This document was unrelated to assets.
It was actually an offer: "Respected Mr. Dean, in recognition of your exceptional performance in casework, ’Smith Detective Agency’ hereby invites you to become an honorary member, with benefits as follows..."
This was an invitation worth three hundred thousand British pounds a year.
To the current Dean, three hundred thousand pounds was nothing remarkable.
But Smith Detective Agency enjoyed worldwide prestige in this parallel world and was known as one of the top three detective agencies.
With this status, Dean was certain that even without Monet and the connections behind him, he could rise rapidly through the ranks at the police detective bureau and become a shining new star in the Los Angeles police force!
This gift is too precious!
After seeing off the lawyer, Dean pulled Beck, who was practically glued to the H1 off-road vehicle, away and tossed the sports car keys to him. "Beck, I have something urgent to deal with. I’m entrusting you with taking Mom and the others on the Christmas trip."
Beck caught the keys in surprise and asked doubtfully, "What about you? Aren’t you going?"
Dean shook his head, his tone grave. "I have to go see my lover!"
Christmas comes every year, but high-quality, wealthy women are rare. I, Dean, am a man who knows what’s good for him and can distinguish priorities!
"But how do I explain this to Mom?" Beck looked at the keys in his hand, somewhat conflicted.
Mom will kill me if she finds out Dean suddenly took off!
Dean countered, "Well, just tell me, do you want my sports car or not?"
Beck nodded honestly, then watched with a conflicted expression as Dean hailed a taxi and rushed to the airport.
Sheila also arrived with Thompson and Sinclair, parking the car.
"Wow, Beck, don’t tell me this is your new car?" Sheila noticed the off-roader in the yard and looked expectantly at Beck.
Dean already had a car, so she subconsciously assumed this was her older son’s purchase. This would mean Beck was doing quite well for himself out there.
Beck shook his head, a hint of jealousy in his voice. "This is a Christmas gift for Dean from his girlfriend. Actually, he’s already snuck off to London to be with his rich girlfriend, but he left us money for the trip."
"Dean is such a gentle boy. His girlfriend is truly fortunate," Sheila sighed, somewhat wistfully.
After saying this, she looked at Beck, shook her head, and went into the house.
Sinclair made a face at his older brother. "Beck, you need to work harder and find me a sister-in-law! Learn from Dean: chasing girls doesn’t have to cost money; you can even earn from it!"
Thompson also looked at his older brother with concern and sighed. "Sinclair’s right. If you really can’t manage, big brother, I can teach you how to pick up girls too."
He looked down at the car keys in his hand, and they suddenly didn’t seem so appealing anymore.
Niel was almost beside herself with joy at Dean’s arrival.
After a night of passionate fireworks, little more needed to be said.
Dean had initially been worried about meeting Niel’s mother soon. He didn’t dislike Niel, who was a self-respecting girl, but he wasn’t ready to lose his freedom and become a settled family man so soon.
Fortunately, Niel’s mother was a career-driven woman. Dean had dodged a bullet.
「After the holidays.」
On the first day back at work, pleasant surprises came one after another.
Monet called Dean into his office and presented a stamped letter of appointment. "Congratulations, Dean, you are now the youngest Captain in the Los Angeles Police Detective Bureau!"
Promotion to Captain typically involved a ceremony. But before that, the other squads posed a challenge for Dean.
It was a case that had just occurred in Squad One’s jurisdiction.
This was the silent protest from the other three squads regarding Dean’s unusually rapid promotion.
Even though Dean had solved many cases, they hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, so their skepticism was understandable. It was only human nature.
"Dean, these are all trifles. If it’s troubling you, I can help you push it aside," Monet spoke gently, reassuring his most capable subordinate.
But Dean shook his head. "This is an honor in itself, and I plan to share it with my family. That being the case, my promotion must be thoroughly justified."
Taking the letter of appointment, Dean left the office. He then called Harry, and they hurried towards Squad One’s jurisdiction.