Since it was Carson’s case, and the subsequent statute, he had also arranged a number of back doors.
Aidan took out his phone and sent a message to the Public Security Bureau, and Adriana met the defendant at the detention center that afternoon.
Maybe it was the stereotypes, or maybe it was the social opinion. However, no matter how Adriana looked at him, the man in front of her fit the "bad guy" stereotype.
The man was about 5'2" tall, or maybe a little taller in actuality. He had a round head, but his body was too fat to complement his head. His round-necked single-layer shirt was covered in floral tattoos stretching across the back of his exposed hands and wrists.
The man saw her and grinned, showing his yellow teeth from years of smoking.
Adriana thought to herself, “Where did Carson get the courage to plead for him to be not guilty? His dignified appearance in the courtroom would make the entire jury want to smash eggs.”
“You think I’m like you? You don’t sleep at night and still have energy during the day.”Calvin frowned. “Why stay up late when you can sleep well at night?”Adriana wanted to take back what she just said—insomnia was a sore spot for Calvin. Feeling a little guilty for accidentally poking at it, especially after all the effort he had made to bring her brother back to the country, she touched her nose and said softly, “It’s just… more inspiring to work at night.”“Really? The law requires creative inspiration now?”“I can come up with different defense strategies at night. You think litigation is just memorizing codes?”Once the topic shifted to her area of expertise, Adriana’s tone grew confident.Calvin didn’t argue. “Staying up all night makes you age faster.”Adriana laughed. “You don’t look old to me.”“…”Calvin gently moved his right arm. Although the splint had been removed, steel nails and a titanium plate still supported the bone. It wouldn’t break again, but healing took tim
Adriana sat there, clearly uncomfortable.Wasn’t Calvin’s courteous behavior a little too blatant?“Calvin, I’m touched and grateful that you’re letting my brother come back. But since I’ve taken on the Crown Group case, I’ll see it through to the end. I won’t quit in the middle.”“Hmmm?”What is she thinking?“My stance is clear. We each have our own positions to stand by. I hope you can understand that.”Calvin pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.How could she misunderstand like this?Then again, it didn’t matter. Let her misunderstand if she must.“Uh-huh.”With his approval, one stone lifted from Adriana’s heart, and her second sip of wine went down much more smoothly.Outside, the sky bloomed again with fireworks. Adriana smiled slightly.“It’s so pretty. I wonder if someone’s celebrating a wedding.”“Maybe,” Calvin said.Fireworks weren’t allowed within the city, and the best place in New York to set them off peacefully was at Full Moon Castle.Even if Henry hadn’t ca
Adriana put down her clothes and straightened up, then moved over to sit with him on the sofa by the window. The view opened up instantly—people were setting off fireworks in the distance. The booming explosions echoed from the mountainside, and then the mountain bloomed with clouds of ceremonial sparks.Calvin picked up a red wine glass from the coffee table and placed it in her hand.“What day is it today?”Today?“The twenty-fourth,” she replied.“And then?”Was there something special about today? Had she been too busy lately and forgotten something on the calendar?Memories galloped through her mind like a racing Mercedes, and then, suddenly, Adriana remembered.“Today is the day we registered our marriage?”Adriana couldn’t even recall the exact date of the marriage license, mainly because she was the only one present that day. Even the photo they took was of her alone; Calvin’s image had been added later, his back to the camera, photoshopped in. As for the actual date, it had a
Adriana finished her shower and picked up her clothes, only to finally notice a small-sized women’s sweatshirt set on the shelf. The silky material, with short sleeves on top and shorts underneath, had a conservative design—but there was something… a little strange about it. Her athletic underwear was soaked with sweat and couldn’t be worn again. There was no other option. She had to come out with her chest tightly tucked in.Calvin sat cross-legged in the center of the large sofa. Behind him, the scenery resembled a decorative painting from a study—the entire mountain peak stood as his companion. Adriana immediately understood Calvin’s intention: dressing her as if she’d just come from a steam sauna, stripping her of any authority or sense of control before the conversation even began, while he maintained the composure of a boss. He had taken the upper hand without saying a word.Treachery!Adriana sat at the edge of the sofa, fishing for a cushion to hold onto. “You were talking abo
After Adriana and Mark finished playing tennis, they were about to take a shower and head out to find a place for a drink—encouraged, of course, by Mona.Mark joked, “You’re going to eat back all the calories you just burned? Is that really in line with the beauty-obsessed lifestyle of women?”Mona wiped the sweat from her face and thought, To set you up with my master, I’d not only gain weight—I’d grow horns if I had to.She grinned. “Isn’t exercise just so we can eat better afterward? If we’re tired from playing all day and can’t even enjoy a proper meal, then what’s the point of life?”Mark laughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The glow on his skin gave off a healthy, energetic charm, and his smile carried a casual charisma.“That makes sense. Then I’ll see you in half an hour. Is that enough time? Or should I give you a full hour?”Adriana didn’t even get the chance to speak before Mona responded cheerfully, “Half an hour’s more than enough! Just a quick shower, blow-dry,
“One of the girls said that Zara had been in a bad mood around that time. She came to her once, crying, but didn’t say what she was crying about.”Calvin’s impression of his sister had always been one of optimism and cheerfulness. Crying? He could hardly imagine her even wearing a sad expression.The only time he’d ever heard about her crying was from Adriana—because of a failed crush.Could it be the same thing? Had she confided in her classmate about that too?Calvin said, “Girls are sensitive. It’s not unusual for them to have emotional outbursts from time to time. Crying once doesn’t mean much—it’s not enough to base an investigation on.”Back when the accident happened, Damian had launched a full-scale search effort, digging through every corner, leaving no stone unturned in pursuit of the truth.Any clue—no matter how small—connected to Zara’s death, he refused to ignore.After more than a year of relentless scrutiny, the case had ultimately gone cold.Now, revisiting the incide