Spyker, Maybach, Koenigsegg, Bugatti, Pagani...
Russell swept his gaze over the eight luxury car keys and increasingly felt that Winston was actually a river god. Speechless, he said, "The valet clearly didn't remember. I drive a Camaro, the twenty-thousand-dollar kind."
"No, that can't be!"
Winston didn't understand what Russell meant. Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, he carefully said, "Think again, sir. Did you remember wrong, or are your car keys not here?"
"They're not here!"
"Please wait a moment. I'll arrange for another eight car keys to be brought over."
"No need. Put this whole set away."
Russell rolled his eyes and bluntly said, "I'm just an active-duty junior police officer. The luxury cars here start at tens of millions of dollars. Do you want to make my commute miserable by having me drive one to work every day?"
Winston's eyes immediately widened. He exclaimed in surprise, "What? Officer Russell, don't tell me you don't know about that?"
"Know what?"
Russell's expression turned strange. He felt that some explosive news was about to drop.
"Officer Russell, please accept my condolences. One of your distant wealthy relatives passed away. According to his will, you will inherit his entire estate."
As he spoke, Winston pulled another jewelry box from the bookcase.
After opening it, he revealed a series of property documents: two jewelry stores in New York, proof of shares in seven multinational corporations, a mansion on Long Island, and more.
Most unbelievably, there was even an oil field in the Middle East.
Russell: "..."
"Officer Russell, your relative passed away too suddenly and only wanted to transfer all his assets before his death. We happened to be unable to reach you these past two days, so the lawyers hurriedly completed the procedures to ensure your relative could leave this world