"Name?"

Dean looked coldly at the hulk of a man sitting in the chair.

This was just a summons, so the atmosphere wasn't as oppressive as during an interrogation.

But Harry and Carlo both chose to lower their heads, pretending to be wooden figures.

Because the man being questioned was Dean's own older brother.

Just one night had passed, but Beck already looked much more haggard. His bare arms were covered with purplish-red whip marks, and a smoky smell of cow dung emanated from him.

Dean guessed their grandfather had probably strung Beck up in the cowshed and whipped him.

So, it was said that living off a woman was acceptable. But *how* one did it, that was an art.

In Dean's case, their grandfather would only praise him for his capability, calling him the eagle and elephant of the family. But in Beck's case, he was a disgrace to the family name, a weak man led astray! They both enjoyed the conveniences rich women brought. Yet, while he was so miserable, Dean lived a carefree life. This realization, inspired by Dean's example, made Beck feel deeply aggrieved.

Facing Dean's inquiry, he said languidly, "Beck Lee."

"Mr. Beck, we want to know about the relationship between the cruise ship owner, Moress, and her girlfriends. Also, as George's friend, have you noticed any unusual relationships between him and the other wealthy women?"

Beck pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "Actually, I'm not that close to George. I joined the cruise party because I needed money, and George introduced me to Moress. Moress is different from those other rich women. She's cultured, has a cold demeanor, and looks down on those professional gigolos. But she took a liking to me at first sight. Moress felt that I didn't have the worldly air that those other men carried. Of course, the main reason was not to break the party's rules."

"What rules?"

"That everyone needs to bring a male companion! George told me that these wealthy women, having a lot of spare time, often stir up trouble. Only when everyone's involved does the party feel safe. As the organizer, Moress wouldn't want to break this rule. Of course, she only looks for male companions who haven't worked in this industry before, and most of the time, she doesn't... partake in them."

"Partake… TSK, Beck, you've adapted to your new role quite quickly, haven't you!" Dean's tone was sardonic.

Beck rolled his eyes. "Dean, don't blame me. I learned it all from you!"

Dean: "..."

Harry and Carlo looked at Dean with astonishment.

They'd struck gossip gold! Who would have thought? Dean, who usually seemed so suave and debonair, had actually done things like that!

"What I did was use my personal charm to win women over, making them willing to spend money on me. What about you?" Dean slammed the table and declared righteously, "From a minor perspective, you're disrespecting yourself! From a major one, you're engaging in organized prostitution, which is a crime!"

"It's all the same," Beck shrugged nonchalantly, a broad grin spreading across his rugged face. "I also relied on my own brother's charm to win over Moress. She's so aloof; I didn't know how to handle her. As someone with professional ethics, it made me feel like the money was burning a hole in my pocket. I remembered your advice and just... well, I picked her up..."

"And then?" Harry and Carlo, listening with relish, urged Beck to continue as he paused.

The questioning had veered wildly off course.

Beck, seeing the envy on their faces, chuckled. "At first, she was quite unwilling, but then she started to cooperate. Those aloof, aristocratic ladies... they're quite a treat."

"FUCK," Harry practically drooled. "I suddenly want to change careers!"

Carlo glanced at Harry, then at his own brawny physique, and smiled without a word.

He was definitely more popular than Harry.

CRACK! Dean slammed his fist on the table. The solid wood desk actually split with the impact, several cracks spiderwebbing across its surface. The loud noise startled the other three.

Dean's face darkened. "You three buffoons! This is the precinct, not a male escort club. If you want a side job, wait until after hours!"

Harry flinched. "Alright, I'll ask for your brother's contact information later."

The guy had actually been tempted.

Carlo just smiled again without a word.

He remembered Beck's phone number from the files he'd organized. Life in Los Angeles was tough. A young man in his twenties, living day-to-day on a tight budget! Deep down, he couldn't help but long for a wealthy woman to see the softness in his heart and shower his face with US dollars...

Given Beck had only just gotten involved, he didn't have much information. Dean didn't continue questioning and let him go.

As Beck left, he kept looking back, clearly reluctant to go. The reason was simple: his grandfather had personally brought him to the Central Precinct. Once the inquiry was over, he'd have to go back and continue to "enjoy" the family's special education.

Dean had no intention of indulging his older brother. Beck's personality truly wasn't suited for living off women. He was better off as before, working as a plumber unclogging drains, rather than being tied to one rich woman. Dean felt he'd done enough by keeping Beck's activities from their mother. To stop his older brother from going down this ruinous path, their grandfather, the old 'underworld cowboy,' would have to be the one to deliver an unforgettable lesson.

Still, Beck had provided one very useful clue. Moress always found a new companion for each party. So why would she have George recommend someone for her?

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