Tuscany Restaurant.

This is a Turkish-style restaurant located halfway up a mountain. The decor is quite simple, with domed windows, checkered tablecloths, and white wooden tables and chairs, giving it a bit of an artsy and fresh feel.

Orty was wearing a blue long dress, accentuating her bust, slim waist, and long legs. Her graceful figure was partially concealed, but she became the center of attention for the male diners as soon as she entered the restaurant.

Luke sat by the window table, looking out at the beautiful scenery, the lovely lady across from him, and the delicious food on the table, feeling relaxed.

Work is just a part of life; we work for a better life. Constant work only leads to losing oneself and forgetting the true essence of life.

Gourmet food, beautiful scenery, lovely ladies, and the company of friends and family—it doesn't get better than this.

Of course, to enjoy these, you need a sufficient economic income and material security, which is also the essence of work.

After all, most people don't work out of love or devotion.

Orty flipped through the menu, blinking her pretty eyelashes, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Do they have roasted whole lamb?" Luke didn't know much about Turkish cuisine, but he had the general impression that people in this region liked to eat lamb.

"They do, but we won't finish it. You're paying."

Luke took the menu, turned a few pages, and pointed at a picture in the top right corner, "This traditional roast lamb rib looks good, let's have one.

And this Turkish pie, baked eggplant, seafood platter, and crockpot beef."

Luke ordered quite hearty dishes; all of them were substantial.

"How many days has it been since you last ate?" Orty snatched the menu and added an order of rice pudding, chocolate coffee beans, and a bottle of red wine.

"I haven't had a proper meal since I last met with you at the museum. I need to make up for it and have a good meal today."

Orty tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her right hand and joked, "Am I that charming? Making Detective Lee lose his appetite?"

Luke raised his eyebrows, "Of course, I even dreamed of you last night..."

Orty "..."

A waitress in folk costume came over to help them order.

Luke wiped his hands with a wet towel, "What's the matter with asking me out today?"

Orty glanced around with her beautiful eyes and said, "The artwork from the Getty Museum has been stolen."

"When did that happen?" The last time Luke and Orty met, they arranged to meet at the Getty Museum. Orty mentioned that the museum received a threatening letter claiming that Van Gogh's masterpiece 'Irises' would be stolen during the Christmas holidays.

"Early this morning."

"Van Gogh's Irises was stolen?"

"No, not Irises.

Ten other oil paintings were stolen, each worth millions of US dollars, with a total value exceeding twenty million US dollars."

"Since the museum received a threatening letter, didn't they strengthen the museum's security measures?"

"Of course, they did strengthen them.

But those ten paintings weren't stolen from inside the museum; they were robbed during transportation. The robbers hijacked the truck transporting the paintings."

"Where were those ten paintings being transported to?"

"After the Getty Museum received the threatening letter, they were worried about Van Gogh's Irises getting stolen, so they enhanced the museum's internal security, especially focusing on protecting the gallery displaying Irises.

The Getty Museum isn't just one building; the gallery area is very large. During adjustments, they found some security loopholes in other galleries.

To prevent robbers from exploiting these vulnerabilities, the museum planned to transfer some valuable paintings to a bank vault first.

However, an accident occurred during transportation..."

Meanwhile, the waitress started bringing out the dishes.

The first dish was crockpot beef. As soon as the beef was poured out of the pot, a fragrant aroma wafted through the air, arousing Luke's appetite and making him feel a bit hungry.

Luke picked up a glass of red wine and clinked glasses with Orty, then began to dig in.

Turkish pie, baked eggplant, seafood platter—each dish was quite unique and delicious.

Finally, the traditional roast lamb rib was served. Just the aroma of the lamb made the journey worthwhile.

After savoring a lamb rib, Luke felt quite satisfied and continued talking with Orty, "Did the Getty Museum contact Pinkerton Detective Agency again?"

"Not just them. The theft of the paintings has a significant impact on the Getty Museum. They are using all connections to find the whereabouts of the paintings. They offered a reward to all detective agencies, stating that the museum would pay two million US dollars to anyone who could find the ten stolen paintings." Orty raised her glass in a toast.

Luke took a sip of wine and asked tentatively, "Do you want me to take the commission?"

Orty shook her head, "As I mentioned before, many commissions aren't completed by just one person. They require teamwork.

You're on your own now and don't have the capability to accept the commission."

Luke shrugged, "Then why are you telling me this? To make me regret it? Or to be sad about those two million US dollars?"

Orty smiled, "Would you?"

"I never regret not having something that doesn't belong to me; it has no meaning."

Orty wiped her red lips with a napkin, "Actually, from what I know, this reward isn't only for detective agencies; it's also valid for police departments.

You can use your position in the police force to take on the case, which gives you both a team and access to the resources of the police department.

Of course, a large portion of the reward would likely be divided."