North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 317 204: Case Closed, The Fallen Hero1

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

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

He took the file.

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

Daisy looked unamused. "She's been taken away, but I don't think her outco 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 ca from a remote village.

She arrived in Los Angeles at sixteen. Leveraging her good looks, she first beca a 'canary' for wealthy n. Then, using their money, she constantly improved herself—learning etiquette, studying, understanding n. 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 co.

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 n who lacked strong connections, one by one.

By the ti 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 retirent ho. 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 won.

He continued to read.

As expected.

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

No one knew how much money she made.

When Moress next appeared in the public eye, she had beco 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 ford.

Moress was indeed a smart woman.

Her thods 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 ti 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 sothing 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 . Still, it's kind of cute.

Dean glanced at Daisy in her professional attire and nodded aningfully. "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 sowhat 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 sowhere.

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

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

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

"You already knew this outco?"

"Of course." The sound of a lighter ca from her end, followed by a gentle exhale. Moress sounded sowhat wistful. "The reason I let Li ii 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 troubleso."

At that mont, in a small, unassuming vineyard, Moress sat on a swing, a cigarette held delicately between her fingers. Her deanor was lancholic, exuding an aura of lonely coldness mixed with an innocence that seed 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 so connection with you. If this case unfolds, she could face considerable trouble!"

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