American Tax Officer

After a short while, Nisen, having gotten a rough idea of the case, was somewhat surprised and immediately asked, "Is this a case from the downtown district?"

They were still unaware that David had reached an agreement with the downtown district.

David nodded and replied, "Yes, I\'ve reached some agreements with them. Rest assured, once the case investigation is complete, we will take the lion\'s share of the credit."

Hearing this, Bucky and the others visibly relaxed.

Of course, they did not want to solve cases for the downtown district division, but if they could get the better end of the deal after solving them, that would be another matter.

Then, without further ado, everyone took the document files and departed to start investigating the leads on the three major cases.

Time moved on to 6 p.m.

David filed several processed documents into a cabinet, stood up, donned his coat, pushed the door open, and left, ready to end his day\'s work.

But just as he stepped out of the main entrance of the office, he heard someone calling him from the side.

"Director David!"

Turning his head, David saw it was Selina, and behind her stood the driver-cum-bodyguard who often picked her up.

David immediately approached and asked, "What\'s the matter, Selina?"

"I know a place with great steaks; want to give it a try together?"

David\'s eyes narrowed slightly, then he nodded and said, "Sure!"

He could tell that Selina wanted more than just to invite him out for a meal; it seemed she had something else she wanted to talk to him about!

If that was the case, then it was worth listening to what the young miss from the Kennedy Family really wanted to say!

Casino City Avenue, the downtown district.

This was the busiest street in all of Las Vegas.

Number 361 on the street was a restaurant named \'Golden Steakhouse.\'

Two colossal black marble columns stood at the entrance, inlaid with the restaurant\'s golden name, exuding nobility and style.

Between the columns, a set of floor-to-ceiling glass doors reflected the night lights, instantly conveying the warmth and tranquility within. On both sides of the door, tall green plants and a few classic wall lamps interspersed, adding an elegant atmosphere to the entrance.

"How about it, Director David, have you dined here before?"

Two people got out of the Cadillac parked at the entrance, precisely Selina and David who had come from the Lake District.

David surveyed the restaurant and shook his head, indicating he had not been there before.

Firstly, this restaurant was in the downtown district; secondly, judging from its layout and setting, it was an upscale steakhouse.

Until recently, he was just an ordinary Inspector, and with his salary, how could he afford to dine here?

"Let\'s go in," Selina said.

Selina entered first, with David closely following her.

Inside the restaurant, subdued lighting filtered through the refined chandeliers, casting a warm sheen on the dark wooden floors while replicas of famous paintings hung on the walls, echoing the overall decorative style of the establishment.

The tall ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows made the space feel expansive and bright, while cleverly designed partitions and greenery subtly created individual dining areas, providing an open yet private atmosphere.

"Hello, do you have a reservation?" a staff member approached them and asked.

"Table 16."

"Please follow me!"

After Selina reported a number, the staff member led them to a table at the back of the restaurant.

This area was quieter compared to the front of the restaurant, and for private conversation, no one could disturb them here.

Once seated, the staff immediately presented a menu. Selina glanced at it and said, "I\'ll have a Kobe steak and a bottle of \'90 red wine."

Then she passed the menu to David.

David looked and saw that the prices here were indeed steep, the bottle of red wine Selina ordered alone was as high as 8,000 US dollars.

As for the steaks, the cheapest was 300 US dollars each, and the Kobe steak Selina ordered was a whopping 1,600 US dollars.

"I\'ll have a Kobe steak too, and some Italian pasta!"

Since it was Selina who had invited him out for a meal, there was no point in not indulging; David wasn\'t about to save her money.

Besides, for a young miss from a large family like hers, this amount was probably nothing!

After the staff member left, the atmosphere grew tense, punctuated only by the graceful music of the restaurant that occasionally wafted to their ears.

David, growing a bit impatient, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, and asked playfully, "Aren\'t you going to say something?"

Selina looked at David, their eyes locked for about three seconds, and then she gave a slight smile, took her handbag, opened it, and took out a document, placing it in front of David.

David glanced at it and asked, "What\'s this?"

"Open it and you\'ll see!"

David hesitated briefly before picking up the document and unfolding it, but when the portrait and name came into view, his pupils gradually dilated.

Five or six minutes later, he closed the document and placed it on the table, looking straight back at Selina.

The document contained personal information on Brown Soros.

His previous speculations were correct; this man was indeed related to the financial tycoon, George Soros.

Brown Soros\'s father was George Soros\'s nephew.

And George Soros was Brown\'s great-uncle.