"Dean, these are Moress's documents," Daisy said, placing a printed file on Dean's desk.

Ever since making an enemy of the Lucifer Game Organization, Dean disliked transferring sensitive documents via computer.

He took the file.

Dean offhandedly asked, "How's Li Meimei doing?"

Daisy looked unamused. "She's been taken away, but I don't think her outcome will be very good. When she saw the person coming to pick her up, she said she'd rather go to jail..."

"..."

Let's not talk about the perverted, wealthy, second-generation woman.

Dean lowered his head and began to browse through Moress's file.

Moress was a relatively well-known female tycoon in Los Angeles circles.

No one knew exactly how much money she had, but in her younger years, she had already acquired fixed assets, properties, luxury yachts, airplanes, and sports cars.

Her story was also quite legendary.

Moress might have looked like a noblewoman, but she actually came from a remote village.

She arrived in Los Angeles at sixteen. Leveraging her good looks, she first became a 'canary' for wealthy men. Then, using their money, she constantly improved herself—learning etiquette, studying, understanding men. Ultimately, she used one tycoon as a stepping stone to start her own money-lending business, gradually building her network.

The most astonishing part was yet to come.

Once Moress reached a certain status, she began to marry frenziedly.

Marriage, divorce.

Leveraging the underworld connections she'd made through her lending business, she 'harvested' solitary, moderately wealthy, middle-class elderly men who lacked strong connections, one by one.

By the time her assets reached tens of millions, Moress finally stopped her frenzied pursuits.

That year, she was only twenty-three.

At this point, Dean lit a cigarette.

This woman reminded him of Mrs. Haas, the old lady who had managed the retirement home. Moress was far more clear-headed and ruthless than Mrs. Haas, who had only awakened after enduring many hardships. Moress possessed strong executive abilities, and her skills were undeniable; otherwise, her network would have turned into a pack of vicious dogs and devoured her.

This was a smart woman.

Dean guessed that Moress, after accumulating her initial capital and before her reputation was completely ruined, would shift her focus to women.

He continued to read.

As expected.

After accumulating her initial capital, Moress established a women's club dedicated to teaching women how to package themselves and become high-class, sophisticated gold diggers.

No one knew how much money she made.

When Moress next appeared in the public eye, she had become the leader of a group of female tycoons. Although she mingled only within exclusive circles, most wealthy people knew of such a figure.

He set aside the file.

In Dean's mind, a basic profile of the woman formed.

Moress was indeed a smart woman.

Her methods of accumulating wealth inherently limited how far she could rise and made it difficult to clean up her image. Consequently, she shifted her strategy, using her own success as a template to cultivate a small, low-profile circle.

That was a very shrewd move. Otherwise, once the pig is fattened, it's time for slaughter.

When dealing with such a shrewd person, it's best to be straightforward.

Thinking this, Dean picked up his phone, ready to dial Moress's private number listed in the file.

He suddenly paused mid-action and looked up at Daisy, who hadn't left yet. "Daisy, is there something else?" he asked, confused.

Daisy clenched her fists. "I just wanted to remind you, if my hot pot doesn't materialize today, I'll proactively switch to 'slack-off mode'."

Hah, threatening me. Still, it's kind of cute.

Dean glanced at Daisy in her professional attire and nodded meaningfully. "No problem. As long as you're not afraid of being unable to walk tomorrow, we'll go eat after work."

Unable to walk... Daisy clearly got the wrong idea!

She chuckled and opened her jacket, revealing a small handgun at her waist. "You can try."

Dean: "..."

...

After Daisy left, Dean called Moress.

He felt that for a smart woman like Moress, her handling of George's death was somewhat crude. Nor would a smart person believe that using Beck would be enough to convince him. This behavior felt more like a hint. He had to ask. Dean sensed there was a trap in this somewhere.

After a few rings, a lazy voice came from the other end of the line. "Hello, this is Moress."

"Hello, Ms. Moress. This is Inspector Dean. You should know me."

Moress chuckled. "I'm glad you called. It seems that bitch Li Meimei has told you everything. She's as unreliable as I expected."

"You already knew this outcome?"

"Of course." The sound of a lighter came from her end, followed by a gentle exhale. Moress sounded somewhat wistful. "The reason I let Li Meimei join this party was to stir things up a bit. Everything went smoothly, but I didn't expect Beck to be your older brother. That's made my plan a bit more troublesome."

At that moment, in a small, unassuming vineyard, Moress sat on a swing, a cigarette held delicately between her fingers. Her demeanor was melancholic, exuding an aura of lonely coldness mixed with an innocence that seemed entirely out of place for her.

She swayed gently on the swing. "Don't ask about the plan. In exchange, I can tell you about an impending case. From what I understand, that Eve person has some connection with you. If this case unfolds, she could face considerable trouble!"

"Alright. But you also have to agree to two conditions from me!" Dean considered for a moment and then agreed.

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