Chris hadn't declared bankruptcy yet because the company was his father's lifelong work, and he felt very guilty toward his father.
Luke said, "Come to Los Angeles. I have some thoughts about your mines. I'll have my secretary talk to you."
Chris was surprised. "What?" Why would a detective have a secretary? Why are you talking like a big boss? Are you serious?
Luke simply patted his shoulder again thoughtfully. "Chris, the opportunity is right before you; it's up to you whether or not to seize it. Don't let Samantha down."
Chris looked at Samantha, who was talking to Selina not far away.
That familiar and mature charm wasn't something he could give up. "Fine, I'll talk to my aunt."
Luke waved his hand. "Take Gladys with you. And Bruce, too. I'll arrange your room and board in Los Angeles."
Chris walked back in a daze, with no idea what Luke was up to.
It definitely wasn't about Samantha. Charming as she was, she was 38.
