The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1446 The drama queen
"He took the bait." Taylor clenched his fists and smiled proudly after hanging up the phone.

Seeing that everyone looked relieved, Jack also breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, this kind of political "conspiracy" was not really his forte. It was even more troublesome than planning to bomb the island with a nuclear bomb.

"Fusco, don't get involved tomorrow."

Detective "Dou Dou" who was named by him showed a hurt expression, lamenting in his heart that he might have been wrong after all. It turned out that people with a stain could never be trusted.

"Tomorrow night Simmons will also attack the psychiatrist. You and Aubrey go to back up Reese. He may not be able to handle it alone."

After Jack finished making the arrangements, he saw Fusco's face turn from pale to red, and his eyes changed from frustrated to high-spirited. He never expected that this guy had too much inner drama, and his whole person had just experienced a lot of ups and downs like riding a roller coaster.

"Are you okay?" He glanced at Detective "Doudou" suspiciously, not knowing what he was doing so startled.

"Ah! Of course no problem!"

Fusco had already imagined the beautiful scene of that time in his mind. He pointed a gun at Simmons' head, his eyes full of murderous intent, and finally said coldly, "You didn't expect it, I'm actually an undercover!"

Leaving aside the rich inner drama of Detective "Dou Dou", given that it was getting late, everyone dispersed after assigning their tasks.

The writer Mr. Cassel seemed to be a little reluctant to leave, but was finally dragged away by Beckett.

After seeing everyone off, Jack returned to the living room, only to see Hannah and Tyler tangled up on the sofa again.

"Are you confused and disoriented? Are you trying to buy time with a little trick? Tell me the truth about what you want to do to Jack."

Faced with Hannah's questioning, Taylor, whose little thoughts were exposed, could obviously make up an excuse, but he hesitated and was unwilling to speak.

Given the strange "friendship" these two girls had established since middle school, Jack didn't bother to persuade them because it would die down after a while anyway.

Walking into the kitchen, Jiejie, who was a full-blown wife, was using warm water to rinse off the grease stains on the dishes, and then sorting them into the dishwasher.

Jack seemed to have the ability to read her mind and was able to keenly detect the little worry hidden between her brows.

"There's nothing to worry about. I'm very satisfied with my current life. I don't want to go into politics or become a big shot. When this is over, how about we find a place to go on vacation?"

Jiejie stopped what she was doing, a sly look flashed in her beautiful eyes, "Just the two of us?"

Jack glanced at the two women who were already fighting on the ground in the living room separated by a large glass window, and gritted his teeth secretly, "Okay, just the two of us."
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"Hello, I'm looking for Ms. Taylor Kelly." Jack coughed softly to wake up the receptionist who was staring at him in a daze, and tapped the table lightly with his wallet with the FBI badge on it.

"Oh, sorry, wait a moment."

The girl at the front desk covered her slightly hot cheeks and quickly picked up the receiver. After whispering a few words, she put down the phone and asked, "Taylor is in his office, the second to last one down the corridor. Do you need me to take you there?"

"No, thank you." Jack smiled and nodded at her, then turned and strode into the corridor.

Watching him leave, two female clerks who were pretending to be busy at the printer came to the girl at the front desk and whispered. Although he had walked a long way, Jack, with his keen senses, still caught a few words, such as "walking aphrodisiac" and "the lucky bitch".

Jack knocked twice gently on the frosted glass door with the name tag on it, then pushed the door open without any hesitation.

Taylor was lying on his desk in a boredom, looking lazy and sleepy at noon. When he saw Jack, he immediately perked up and subconsciously stood up and rushed over to him.

But she soon realized something was wrong and had to follow the script that had been discussed in advance. She quickly returned to her lazy state, leaned back in her chair, and even crossed her legs.

"Hey, isn't this Agent Tawalla? Why are you suddenly visiting my office?"

Thinking that if this girl didn't become a reporter, she would have a bright future as an actress, Jack suppressed his smile and began to recite his lines seriously.

"Ms. Kelly, my patience is running out. If you are still unwilling to disclose the evidence you have to the FBI, I will have no choice but to send you to jail for obstruction of duty."

Taylor was not afraid at all, he tapped his fingers on his knees like playing a piano, making people's eyes move downwards, "Strictly speaking, I just got some unconfirmed rumors.

Agent Tawalla, you are being a little too hasty. This is not the attitude of a gentleman."

"Really?" Jack snorted coldly, his voice a little louder as if he was angry. "Although I don't know what Lai Ya said to you during the visit this morning, you should know the risks involved in this matter.

The Mafia or 'HR' are all vicious criminals and they will not show mercy to you just because your father is a federal judge.

In fact, you also know this, otherwise you would not have come to the FBI to find me and ask for help, right? "

"Yeah, then how did you help me?" Taylor narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice suddenly became a little aggrieved, "You said you would protect me, but in fact you just wanted to trick me into bed and get the secret about Leah from me.

Is this how you FBI agents operate? Hear what you just said to me, Ms. Kelly? Where is that person who called me Terry?

With the tearful performance of the acting master, the atmosphere in this private office, which seemed to be tense, suddenly eased.

Jack glanced at some people peeking out of the corridor without making a sound, and endured the goosebumps as he began to play the role of a passionate scumbag, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, but you have to know that this matter is not only related to your career, but also to my future."

As the voices of the two people gradually became quieter, a group of reporters who were eavesdropping outside the corridor stretched their necks more and more, until someone heard the sound of the door being opened, and the group dispersed.

"I assure you that the information is absolutely reliable. We will look for that thing together tonight, but you also have to promise me that you must follow my arrangements from now on." Taylor appeared at the door with his arm around Jack, looking like a little bird.

"You decide. I've made a reservation at 'La Mercerie', the best French restaurant in Soho. I can go there just in time."

So, in full view of everyone, Jack, who looked like a love saint, walked away with his arm around Taylor Kelly, the new goddess recognized by the editorial department.

(End of this chapter)