The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 340 Chuck: We never make fan dramas, we just come straight to the real thing!
Howard Jr.'s lawyer cousin is very professionally sensitive: "What happened to him?"

Chuck looked at him expressionlessly, without saying anything, which made him too embarrassed to say anything.

The guardians of the three children all signed.

Chuck took the contract and left directly.

new York.

Pearson & Hardman LLP.

"You came!"

When Harvey, the suit man, saw Chuck coming up, he walked over immediately, and motioned Chuck to look at the disheveled woman sitting in the transparent office: "Look carefully, the woman inside is Laura White, an LMT..."

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at Chuck, and said playfully, "Do you know what it is?"

"Yes, registered masseur."

Chuck nodded.

"You really know."

Harvey, the man in the suit, showed a look of surprise: "How do you know?"

"Is this the problem?"

Chuck looked at him.

"..."

Harvey, the suit man, was left speechless by Chuck's obvious eyes, and he could only complain: "Well, you are a detective, you know all the common sense, the problem is that you don't know LMT... I'm curious if you have called LMT?"

"No."

Chuck shook his head: "I have a friend who is a masseur."

Phoebe is the masseur, but it's a wild way, and Chuck knows that LMT heard it from Monica.

Monica was someone who had seen Chuck exercise himself, so she was naturally very distressed, so she immediately thought of massage.

She is Phoebe's best friend. She has seen Phoebe's massage and learned a few hands. She thinks she is very talented and a massage genius.

No one deserved her to serve like this before, so her reputation was not obvious.

Now that I had this idea, I naturally offered to give Chuck a massage at the first time. Ignoring Phoebe's expression that kept implying not to agree, Chuck nodded and agreed. After trying it, facing Monica's expectant eyes, he said frankly: "Enough strength, not enough skill."

Monica was a little unconvinced at first, but after Chuck covered it up himself, she realized what a real massage master is.

It's like taking my soul out.

At that time, Phoebe was very jealous, and he wanted to learn from a teacher, but Chuck refused.

Knowing Chuck's habits, Monica comforted Phoebe, saying that she would teach Phoebe after she had learned it.

After that, Monica's massage skills improved by leaps and bounds. After Phoebe tried it, she exclaimed: "This hand is even more LMT than LMT!"

After Monica inquired, she found out that there is also the title of registered masseur.

Phoebe pesters Monica to learn massage skills, and wants to slap the LMT she knows in the face when the time comes.

As Ye Luzi's part-time masseuse, Phoebe really envied and hated LMT before, just like she hated those who serve big companies.

Ok.

She has always scolded non-stop, but if there is a chance, she will choose to join in the first time.

But when Monica introduced the chuck massage method to Phoebe, Phoebe was dumbfounded.

Because the first step turned out to be to learn the structure of the human body.

It is not the 777 human body acupoint map created by Monica, which is easy to understand and easy to use, but the human body structure map of a regular medical school.

The complex graphics not only allow me to remember, but also understand and grasp various changes, and even take pictures of the individual to remember the physical characteristics of the individual in order to better massage the individual.

The scumbag Phoebe tried a little, but gave up immediately.

If Monica hadn't devoted herself to giving Chuck a massage to relieve the pain of her body, plus she was originally talented in human body structure, and had Chuck personally guide her, otherwise she wouldn't have the perseverance to learn it.

"So is this LMT serious or not?"

Suit Harvey asked the key.

"Look at people!"

Chuck said: "I know a lame man who was forced by his female boss to call LMT for physical therapy. He wanted to be unprofessional, but he was rejected."

"So I can understand your tendency to think that most LMTs are serious?"

Harvey the suit asked.

"It's still up to people."

Chuck said bluntly: "This lame man is middle-aged, sloppy, and has a vicious tongue. It's normal for a beautiful masseuse to be unwilling."

"I understand this."

Harvey, a man in a suit, smiled knowingly and confidently.

If it were him who was being massaged, many LMTs would definitely be dishonest.

Chuck glanced at him and said nothing.

With the conditions of Harvey in a suit, I don't know if I meet those LMTs, but if I meet Phoebe, the masseuse, I might be offered a salty pig's hand.

After all, Phoebe has had the experience of being given a bad hand, and also the experience of offering a bad hand.

"Now I need your help to identify whether the LMT inside is serious or not."

Only then did Harvey, the man in a suit, tell the reason why he called Chuck this time.

"it is good!"

Chuck didn't say no.

He is paid.

The two entered the office. Donna, Harvey's secretary in a suit, was talking with the woman. When she saw them coming in, she quickly stood up and made way for her.

"Miss White, you should be familiar with this one, right?"

Harvey in the suit motioned the woman to look at Chuck.

"of course."

Laura got up: "No one knows the name of Detective Chuck. To be honest, the reason why I approached you in the first place was not because Pearson & Hardman is one of the largest law firms in New York, but because Knowing that you have a good relationship with Detective Chuck, you can move him."

"Ok."

Harvey in the suit shrugged and said to Chuck: "It seems that the salary is not enough to pay for this invitation."

"you're right."

Chuck said straightforwardly.

"..."

Harvey, the man in the suit, twitched his lips, restrained his smile, and said to Laura White, "Since you originally wanted Detective Chuck to intervene, and now he is here, if you don't mind, let's start again from the beginning?"

"no problem."

Laura glanced at Chuck and nodded in agreement.

"let us start."

Harvey in the suit asked Chuck, and after Chuck nodded, he asked Laura, "Can you tell me where the sex happened?"

"In his hotel."

Laura answered seriously.

"Are you going to visit him?"

Harvey the suit asked.

"Yes."

Laura said: "But to be more precise, the hotel sent me. I am an LMT."

"A registered masseur."

Harvey, the man in the suit, nodded.

"Correct."

Laura nodded and continued: "I went to give him a massage. It sounds ridiculous, but I really like him. After all, he has done so much for women in Africa...but he has done these things now. Subvert my perception of him."

"So you're going to sue him!"

Harvey, the man in the suit, answered.

"Correct!"

Laura struggled: "I know he won the Nobel Peace Prize for his actions to fight for the rights of African women, and he is an American hero, but all he has done completely deviates from the image he has been promoting, which makes me very suspicious Is he really an American hero..."

"he is!"

Chuck said straightforwardly.

"what?"

Laura was taken aback.

"American heroes are always advertised, but that doesn't mean they are real heroes."

Chuck said calmly.

"I can understand."

Laura agreed with a face: "I didn't have this understanding at all before, until I encountered this incident."

"Get back to business."

Suit Harvey interrupts the duo's honest-to-American hero talk.

"In short, after I left the hotel, I went to the police station to call the police."

Laura smiled helplessly: "But when they heard me say his name, they all looked at me like a madman. At that moment, I knew that no one would believe me.

After all, he is a lofty American hero and a great international benefactor!
but me?

LMT!

When people heard I was a masseur, they immediately took me for a woman who would do anything for money! "

Speaking of this, she looked at Harvey the suit: "If you didn't know Detective Chuck, you would be so suspicious that you wouldn't dare to take this case, wouldn't you?"

"It's not my fault. You charge $650 an hour, which is worth a senior lawyer in our law firm."

Harvey in the suit shrugged: "Obviously, the price would make people suspicious. To be honest, it's easy to think of those movies."

Ok.

Masseuse series.

"Just because you went to law school, $650 an hour is the right thing to do."

Laura said indifferently: "Instead of our masseuses, we get 650 dollars an hour because of the beauty and special services. Now you can understand why I want to find Detective Chuck, right?
No one believes me except him! "

"I believe you."

Chuck answered straightforwardly: "We Americans never make those dramas, we Americans have always come straight to the truth!"

"..."

Seeing that Chuck was so connotative, Harvey, the suit man, smiled helplessly, and looked at Laura: "The premise is that you are telling the truth."

"At least until now, I've been honest, haven't I?"

Laura looked at Chuck.

"Correct."

Chuck looked her in the eyes and nodded in agreement.

"Which hotel did this happen?"

Harvey the suit asked.

"The Cape Hotel."

Laura replied.

"room number."

Harvey, the suit man, continued to ask.

"906."

Laura said: "But he seems to have booked two rooms, and he used a pseudonym, Mr. Hubble, but I recognized who he was at a glance."

"When it happened."

Suit Harvey asked.

"I went to his room at one o'clock. The massage time is 1 hour. There is time on my bill."

Laura said, pointing to her disheveled shoulders: "He did it, I think it will help."

"You should know we are lawyers, not police officers."

Suit Harvey reminded: "We can only sue."

"I know, but to win you want evidence, don't you?"

Laura said calmly: "I believe his fingerprint information can be extracted from the clothes."

"You're really calm."

Harvey, the man in the suit, gave her a deep look.

Whether she came to the door with a clear goal or explained the process of being sexually assaulted, she was too calm, and even kept the evidence very calmly to remind others, which could easily make people suspect that she was a fairy dance.

Don't blame the police and prosecutors for not answering at all.

Because this kind of extortion of celebrities after the fact is too common in the United States, most of them are dealt with directly, and there is no way to go to the point of prosecution.

What's more, the defendant this time is an American hero, and it's normal that no one wants to wade into the muddy water.

Even Suit Harvey himself had to be very careful.

Because once it is proved to be a false accusation afterwards, not only his reputation will be damaged, but even their law firm will lose at least half of their big clients.

This is just an economic account.

There are more political accounts, even life and death accounts, which have not been calculated.

At this moment, the sound of high-heeled shoes knocking quickly came, the office door was pushed open, and an African-American woman walked in.

"Jessica!"

Harvey the suit said hello.

"Jessica Pearson."

The woman reached out to Chuck: "Nice to meet you, Dr. Wolf."

Chuck nodded.

"Harvey, how are you doing?"

Jessica glanced at Laura and asked Harvey the suit.

"Up until now she's been telling the truth."

Harvey in the suit said, "Passed Chuck's identification."

"Ms. White, with all due respect, your case is very complicated."

Jessica glanced at Chuck: "Even if we all believe in the vision of Detective Chuck, we need to know more before we choose to take over this case, no, everything! Can you do it?"

"I have nothing to hide."

Laura smiled and said: "With Detective Chuck, you can just ask. After you finish asking, I believe you will get everything you want to know, but then you will believe me, and then you can choose whether to sue for me." Bar."

"it is good."

Jessica sat down with a nod, glanced at the main points recorded by Donna, and then took over the question: "Miss White, can you describe in detail the process from massage to sex?"

"Ok."

Laura agreed and started talking: "...he specifically asked me to take care of his adductor muscles."

"where is it?"

Jessica asked.

"Inner thigh."

Laura explained and gave directions.

"Is this position untouchable during the massage?"

Jessica asked.

"It usually means that the consultant wants to make inappropriate contacts."

said Laura.

"usually?"

Jessica asked: "In other words, it's not absolute, or maybe you misunderstood what he meant?"

"Just hear me out, I said I don't do this service."

Laura looked at Jessica: "But I could massage my hamstrings and quads, which made him very angry.

I said that I can find someone else to serve, and then I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and when I looked up, I saw him follow in and stand behind me, and he directly took off the towel...

He said that I paid so much for the special service, I said no, Mr. Kent, you are paying for the massage service.

Then he said can you massage my hamstring?
I followed in.

He couldn't handle a gamepad, asked me how to use it, and when I went by, he just pushed me down...I couldn't resist.

Just then, a call came, I guess it was his wife, because he just jumped up to answer the phone.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I picked up my massage table, ran out of the room, and went to the police station to call the police, but they didn't believe me at all.

Now, you can ask Detective Chuck if I'm telling the truth! "

Everyone looked at Chuck.

Chuck looked into her eyes and nodded, "She's telling the truth."

Jessica frowned and closed her eyes.

Harvey, a man in a suit, looked at the boss who had shown him kindness, and shook his head slightly.

He knew her complex emotions at the moment.

Because Joe Kent is not only a Nobel Peace Prize winner, an American hero, but also the most popular democrat.

And Jessica, of course, is also a die-hard fan of debauchery!

(End of this chapter)