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Deborah seemed to know what Locke wanted to do, and replied: “I will solve this problem myself!”

For some reason, Locke could understand her thoughts almost immediately. She didn’t care about death before, and even expected death, so she didn’t take it to heart even though she knew someone wanted to kill her.

But now she has found him as a family member, so she wants to solve this hidden danger herself.

Locke couldn’t help but reach out and pinch her tender face, “If you need my help, please tell me!”

He thought of something, “Who installed the camera behind your office seat?”

Deborah let Locke touch her face and replied: “My office belongs to Steve, and the office decoration was designed by Steve himself…”

Locke was stunned for a moment. Steve Greenberg actually installed a camera in his office. He is the boss, so who is he trying to protect?

Deborah obviously knew the existence of this camera, so she also knew who installed the camera in the Russian nesting doll.

He blurted out, “Is it Lev Hogwarts?”

A ripple flashed in Deborah’s icy blue eyes, and she shook her head and said, “No, Lev, Lev is a good man…”

It was the first time that Locke felt emotional fluctuations in her. It seemed that he had just guessed wrong and was too sentimental.

She didn’t want to solve this hidden danger because of him, but she really wanted to solve it herself, but she couldn’t do it now.

Thinking that she had been practicing shooting, he immediately had further speculations and asked, “Didn’t Steve and Susan die in an accident?”

Deborah’s eyes shrank, and she said again, “I will solve this matter myself!”

Locke understood instantly, knowing that this matter touched her inner taboo, so he didn’t plan to ask again.

He also saw that the identity of Steve Greenberg or Susan Gotzman should not be as simple as a simple Jewish tycoon and the controller of a law firm.

The plane crash ten years ago was not an accident, but a murder!

Thinking of the murder that Daisy Greenberg encountered not long ago, how much hatred this is, the other party wants their family to reunite!

It seems that he doesn’t know enough about the Greenberg family!

A lot of information flashed through Locke’s mind in an instant. He even suspected that Deborah approached him for other purposes, such as finding that he had a high combat power and wanted to borrow his strength.

But he extinguished this idea in an instant. He could feel Deborah’s purity. She just needed him to provide spiritual comfort.

But it was obvious that although Deborah needed him, she didn’t trust him completely without thinking.

Well, maybe she really didn’t want others to interfere in this matter.

Or, she felt that his participation would not help.

This is not knowing him enough!

Locke couldn’t help but lift the woman’s chin, “I think we need to continue what we didn’t finish last night…”

He felt that after a deeper contact, Deborah should open her heart to him further.

Deborah asked calmly: “Here?”

Locke was inexplicably jealous. It seemed that she only cared about the death of Steve and Susan, and other things would not make her emotional.

Despite this, he still pecked the woman’s tender lips and sucked them. The young lady was clumsy in this aspect and completely passively let him wreak havoc.

Half a minute later, Locke let go of Deborah and found that she was still not aroused by him like last night, which made Locke feel frustrated. He was a 100-man killer!

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He asked curiously: “What did you feel just now?”

…

The silver-gray Lamborghini Aventador LP700 SVJ drove out of the community gate. Locke pressed the window and looked coldly at the guard post at the door.

The exhaust sound of the Aventador LP700 SVJ is not much smaller than that of the Hellcat SRT, so he was controlled by the two “modest and polite” security guards last night.

He underestimated the acting skills of this group of low-level people. He didn’t see any clues from their expressions last night, and he thought they were humble and polite and conscientious.

But it should be a shift change. The two white security guards last night are gone.

The security guards in the booth saw Locke roll down the window and hurriedly stood up to greet him with a smile on their faces.

Locke ignored them and looked at the parking lot at the door. Seeing that his Hellcat SRT was still there, he stopped the car and got out, handing the car keys to the bodyguard in the Mercedes-Benz S600 behind him.

We are going to the Santa Monica drag racing site tonight, and the Hellcat SRT is not high-end enough.

According to Victor Mendes’ information, the Santa Monica drag racing site is the most luxurious site in Los Angeles, and those who come here to play with cars are all descendants of the wealthy class.

Most of their cars are modified from luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz and BMW, and some of them directly use supercars as their cars.

In order toTo maintain Henry Gibbs’s status as a rich second-generation, Locke chose an Aventador LP700 SVJ from the garage as the chariot for tonight, so he entrusted Daisy’s bodyguard to send the Hellcat SRT to the Mendes repair shop.

The reason why he didn’t choose Ferrari Enzo or LaFerrari, or 911 GT1 or 918 Spyder, Bugatti Veyron and other more awesome cars.

Mainly because the appearance of Aventador LP700 SVJ fits his personality very well, arrogant and domineering.

Also, this car is cheap, and if other cars are accidentally damaged, he will be heartbroken.

After saying goodbye to the bodyguard, Locke stepped on the gas and sped all the way in the roar of Aventador LP700. Thinking that he was just about to discuss physiological problems with Deborah and was interrupted, he looked unhappy.

When passing by the community where his family lived, Locke remembered something and called Marian. He stayed at Greenberg Manor last night. I believe everyone who should know knows about it. For example, the Greenberg family and Lev Hogwarts. In order to avoid Marian being caught off guard, it is best to inform her of this in advance. “What? Are you serious?” Marian’s voice changed when she heard Locke say that he and Daisy Greenberg had officially established a relationship. Locke’s mouth twitched, “Mum, why are you so surprised? Do you think I’m not worthy of her?”

Marianne said in a deep voice: “Locke Lee, I’m asking you seriously now, is what you said true?”

Locke replied: “Of course, I stayed at Greenberg Manor last night and just left…”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and Marianne said calmly: “Locke, go home now, I’ll go back soon, I think we need to talk…”

Locke was stunned for a moment, thinking that Marianne didn’t believe it, so he said: “I’m going to see my new boss now, I’m late. If you don’t believe it, I’ll let Daisy go to see you in person, okay!”

Marianne pondered for a moment, and asked again: “Then can you go home tonight?”

Locke replied: “I have a task tonight, and I can go home as soon as tomorrow morning!”

Marianne said helplessly: “Okay!”

He complained again: “I think you’re catching up with the Governor of California, and I have to make an appointment to see you!”

After hanging up the phone, Locke called Daisy Greenberg. He actually expected Deborah to answer the phone, but it was obvious that he thought too much.

Although Daisy Greenberg was cold, she was very normal in her dealings with people. After listening to Locke’s words, she immediately said that she would invite Marian to have lunch together at noon.

After the call ended, Locke hesitated for a moment. He wanted to call Jennifer Grey, but in the end he felt that this matter should be discussed in person.

Even if you are a scumbag, you should be open and aboveboard.

However, he was still somewhat angry with Jennifer Grey. He had invited this woman to attend family gatherings twice before, but she refused.

Otherwise, things would not have developed to this point.

So, he felt that this was not his fault alone.