The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 105 Lover Tribulation (End)
"No problem, she can make an appointment anytime." Maureen took out her business card from her bag and handed it to John.

"I suggest you find a way to send her away first, otherwise the atmosphere here will be too embarrassing, and Superintendent Gray will come in a while, right?" Jack kindly suggested.

If you really want this guy to do something, the joy of everyone's rare reunion will be disturbed, and if something gets out, it won't be good for John.

Everyone thought the same as Jack, and turned their attention to John.

"I'll go right away, uh. Where's her?" John was a little dazed when he turned his head, and in the blink of an eye, the blond young woman who was talking to him in the backyard just now had disappeared.

"I seem to see that Denise sneaking into your bedroom." Taylor pointed to the stairs, as expected of a reporter with amazing observation skills.

John's expression changed drastically, and he rushed to his bedroom, and Jialisi followed.

"Jack, call 911!"

A few minutes later, Jialisi's anxious voice came from the corridor. Everyone was startled, and they all looked around, wondering what happened.

Soon, John and Carlisle helped the blond young woman to the living room and let her lie on the floor. When Carlisle checked her, an empty medicine bottle fell to the ground.

"Paul, you agreed to go home. You promised me that I would go home. How would I live without you?"

Denise was in a trance, stroking John's cheek and muttering to herself.

"She swallowed the whole bottle of venlafaxine hydrochloride, and I'm going to induce vomiting for her." Jia Lisi signaled the crowd to help quickly.

"I come."

Jack put down the phone, took a vegetable sink, turned the blond young woman over, bent the middle finger of his left hand, and pressed it against her stomach.——
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"Can anyone tell me what happened here just now?"

Superintendent Gray, who had just arrived with his wife, looked at the ambulance going away with a confused expression.

John dejectedly told the story, while secretly observing Jialisi's face.

Jialisi smiled and stroked his cheek, and said in relief: "It's not your fault, of course, I don't mind if you make up for another romantic candlelight dinner."

The older ones hurt people, Jack looked at the other couple, Angela was venting his anger on Wesley at the moment, the rich second-generation young master was baffled, he had no idea how he had offended her.

"That detective Calderon didn't bother you later?" Jack asked Angela while he was busy in front of the grill.

"You wouldn't have guessed that she apologized to me privately before leaving get off work and invited me to participate in the interrogation of the bank teller."

Angela took the mutton skewers handed over by Jack, and replied with a smile on her face.

"After the guy confessed, Detective Calderon promised me that she would help push me to officially join the detective team as soon as possible."

"Do girls help girls? It seems that you are going to have another good girlfriend."

Thinking of what John said before, the relationship between girls or women is really unpredictable.

Another example is the four beauties, big, middle and small, chatting wildly at the other end, Zoe, Maureen, Taylor, and Kara. These are very different in age, work, and experience. I really don't understand how they got together.

Jack likes this kind of simple gathering among friends. Everyone enjoys food and wine casually, and chats happily. There is no intrigue or conflict of interest, and gossip is limited to good-natured jokes. This kind of real fireworks makes people intoxicated. It also makes the soul of a traveler get closer and closer to this wonderful world.

After the party, Taylor drank a little too much, so he had to take a taxi home, and the little girl Cara was escorted by Jack.

For this unfortunate girl, Jack's mentality has long since changed from sympathy and pity to admiration. In just a few months, she has returned to the life of an ordinary person. Abandoning oneself after ruining things, indulging in drunkenness and taking drugs, is particularly unusual.

Although with his proficient psychological skills, Jack can still find some clues from the details, such as Kara being a little nervous and unnatural when she comes into contact with men of the age of John or Superintendent Gray, but I believe that as time goes by, That nightmare will completely recede from her memory.

"Which university are you ready to go to?" Jack asked casually as he remembered that the girl's academic performance was very good.

"I have pre-signed ED with the University of Chicago Law School."

Carla raised her head, her big eyes were crooked with a smile, as if you were about to praise me.

"Wow, you are so good, do you want to become a lawyer like Wesley in the future?" Jack's tone was exaggerated, this is the third-ranked law school in the United States.

Carla wrinkled her nose and made a grimace, as if she was dissatisfied with Jack's tone of coaxing children, but she didn't know that this action made her look more childish.

"I want to be a police officer and work in sex crime prevention."

"Carla, you are the strongest girl I've ever seen." Jack praised sincerely.

"Want a gift? As your coming of age ceremony."

Carla tilted her head and thought for a while, looking very cute, "Can you give me a self-defense pistol like the one that Ginny used before?"

Jack, who was mentioned in the black history, was a little angry, and the group of emotional women got together just to gossip.

"If your parents agree, I can give you a Beretta BU9Nano, and you can choose a color you like."

Beretta BU9Nano semi-automatic pocket pistol, with a total length of 14.3 cm and a weight of less than 600 grams, is only the size of an adult woman's palm, and the appearance and color are optional. It is the first choice of self-defense pistol for European and American women in recent years.
Considering that she was going to college in Chicago, the worst mass shooting area in the United States, it seemed like a good idea to send a small pistol for self-defense.

"When Hannah comes back, you can ask her to teach you how to shoot and fight."

After sending the girl home safely, Jack drove away with confidence when he saw her enter the house. Although Kara's father, Mr. Robinson, made him feel a little stupid at first, her mother, Mrs. Robinson, seemed to be the head of the family.

After all, not every mother would be so open-minded as to agree with her daughter to go out to the party after her daughter had experienced that kind of misfortune. It seemed that she was the one who encouraged Kara to visit the police station frequently, and she was quite a powerful woman.

On the road again, a phone call from Maureen saved someone who was planning to go home and die. Today's multiple-choice question was too terrible, and Jack didn't want to do it.

Under the envious eyes of the flower shop clerk who looked at the scumbag, Jack picked two bouquets of roses, one red and one pink, and took out two sets of necklaces that he had prepared a long time ago. Lynn's house.

(End of this chapter)