On Sundays, the sun shines indiscriminately on the land and luxury villas of Beverly Hills.

Beverly Hills began as a Spanish ranch growing Lima beans, but the land was bought by a group of oil investors, who were unable to find oil and turned it into real estate development. In 1906, the area began to be subdivided, and by 1914 it was large enough to become a city on its own.

Beverly Hills is an all-white community, and it is contractually forbidden for non-whites to buy property, as well as for selling property to Jews.

However, with the development of Hollywood, there have been recent black actors entering Beverly Hills. Some opponents tried to evict them and demanded that the court enforce the deed. For this reason, the matter has even reached the Supreme Court.

Danforth drove to Beverly Hills for the first time in months.

He's going to visit Harry Lyon's house.

The Lyon house is located on the side of the sunset avenue and is a villa covering an area of almost 5,000 square meters.

Danforth carefully drove into the shaded path, and the iron gate opened.

After parking the car in the garage, Danforth stepped out of the car and a maid came to receive him.

Less than a few months have passed, and the Lyon family, which used to be full of traffic, is now a decaying scene of sunset, and Danforth can't help but sigh in his heart about the impermanence of the world.

Charles Lyons naturally lost his seat in the state legislature in last year's reelection because of an alleged bribery scandal. Without being a member of the law, the California Department of Justice prepared to formally indict Charles a week ago. However, before the indictment, Charles suddenly chose to reach a plea agreement with the Justice Department. This result made many people jump in secret.

After paying a huge bail, Charles Lyons was able to return home.

I don't know if it's an illusion in my heart, as soon as I entered the villa, Danforth felt a cold air attack, which contrasted sharply with the bright sunlight outside.

Led by the maid, Danforth walked to the second floor where Harry Leon was.

On the way, Danforth asked the maid, "Is Mr. Charles at home?"

The maid just looked at him and didn't answer his question.

Danforth asked, "Harry's illness...... Uh, do you still have a headache?"

The maid remained silent.

Danforth stared at the butt of the maid he hadn't seen before, wondering if she was going to be dumb, right?

He had apparently forgotten what the maid had just said—when he got out of the car.

The staircase leading to the second floor leads to the lobby, which leads to Charles's study. As he passed, Danforth glanced at the study, where the door was closed, and the room was filled with smoke, and Charles and an adult man could be vaguely seen discussing something.

Danforth knew the man, who was Harry's older brother and Charles's eldest son.

Along the way, Danforth didn't see a few people, and the villa seemed empty and deserted.

A short time later, Danforth came to Harry Leon's bedroom.

It is a large bedroom with a north-south view and a swimming pool under the balcony attached to the room.

The maid bowed and exited the room.

However, when Danforth entered the room, he found that the part leading to the balcony was covered by dark curtains, and the air was a little cloudy with electric lights lit inside.

Harry Lyons sat on a single-seater sofa in silk pajamas and held a goblet with half full of red wine.

Seeing Danforth, Harry didn't get up, but gestured at him with the wine glass in his hand, and smiled, "Long time no see, Danforth!

Harry's face was pale, and his smile was very penetrating, like a vampire out of a book.

Danforth hadn't seen Harry for a long time, and when he saw him look like this, he immediately regretted coming here.

Looking at Harry's appearance, as long as he is not stupid, he knows that after that fall, the others have been abolished.

The situation was not far from what Danforth had guessed, and Harry hadn't seen the sun in two months.

After that fall, Harry had a headache all day long. The doctor guessed that there was a blood clot in the head, and if he wanted to be cured, he had to open his craniomy. However, before the advent of CT, MRI and other technologies, craniotomy is a risky operation. Although cerebral angiography can help determine the location of the lesion, only a large chunk of the skull can be removed during a craniotomy. This is because neither the surgical instruments nor the shadowless lamps are perfect at this time.

After listening to the doctor's explanation of the treatment, Harry refused to undergo surgery anyway. He was scared and felt that as long as he got on the operating table, he didn't want to come down again. The Leon family had no choice but to let the doctor take conservative treatment.

Harry's headaches could only be suppressed by increasing doses of painkillers, and it didn't take long for him to be unable to do without them.

Now Harry is no longer a top college student, just a sick seedling and an addict.

Such a Harry is no longer of any use to Danforth.

Danforth walked up to Harry quietly, but he had already made up his mind that he would leave after half an hour at most.

"Thanks, Harry!" Danforth said as if he didn't see Harry's fair and abnormal complexion, "Looks like you're recovering well." ”

"I'm sorry, Harry, I've been so busy lately that I couldn't have been able to visit you sooner!"

Harry gestured to sit down, then took a clean glass from the small table next to him, then picked up the bottle and added wine to the glass.

"Danforth, you don't have to say sorry, I know my family didn't allow it, so you didn't come to see me. Harry said with a look on his face that I don't blame you, "Come, don't talk about this, have a drink with me!"

Danforth immediately raised his glass and touched it with Harry.

"Cheers!"

After clinking glasses, Harry put the glass to his lips and drank half a glass of Bordeaux wine. Danforth saw Harry's bold posture, and his eyes were about to bulge from their sockets.

He couldn't understand why Harry was drinking more now than he used to be, if he hadn't fallen because he was drunk.

Danforth only took a sip because he was determined not to wait, and after putting down the glass, he kindly advised: "Harry, the right amount of wine is good, but don't get drunk again! If I do it again, I'll ......."

Danforth was halfway through his sentence when Harry interrupted, "Don't worry, Danforth, I don't drink much anymore. ”

"Besides, my injuries don't have much to do with drinking, that's ......"

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, let's drink!"

Seeing that Harry was about to stop talking, Danforth wondered if there was something hidden about the events of that day.

He suddenly remembered that Harry had been in a good mood that day when he was drinking...... Could it be......

Danforth's mind raced, if it was the same as he guessed, then he couldn't mess with Harry anymore.

So, after a few back and forth, Danforth looked at his watch, made a look of something else and said:

"Uh...... Harry, I won't drink much, I'm driving here, I'll have something to do later, so ......"