“Looking for you, of course, there’s something. What, you think I came here to enjoy the scenery?”
The man’s slender eyes were slightly slanted, his eyelids thin and half-closed, as if he were always squinting when looking at people. There was a glint of menace in his gaze that warned: don’t mess with me. Maybe it was a habit formed over time—his eyes had grown into that threatening shape.
Adriana glanced around from the corner of her eye. No one was nearby. Most of the surrounding buildings were abandoned houses. There wasn’t a single pedestrian in sight, let alone tourists. Apart from the chirping of birds and insects, the place was eerily silent.
She subtly slid her left foot back half a step, mentally preparing to run for her life. The plan: dash toward Mr. Teng’s house, and along the way, try to call Calvin—or at least run far enough to yell for help.
While mapping out her escape, Adriana smiled l
Snow’s eyes quickly reddened, tears welling up until bright, clear drops rolled silently down her cheeks. “Adria… my dad’s little company went bankrupt. They’re liquidating debts now. The houses we’d bought before… all sold. My parents are living in the only one left, but even that might be auctioned off by the court soon.”Adriana’s heart clenched, a dull ache spreading through her chest. It felt like a ghost from her own past had circled back to crush her all over again.Bankruptcy. Auctions. Debt.Such seemingly simple words—lightweight in conversation—but when they actually happened, they were like blades, cutting lives to pieces.“You silly girl,” Adriana whispered, her voice tight with pain. “Why didn’t you tell me something so big earlier?”Snow swiped at her tears, trying to steady herself. “Saying it would only make you worry. You’re already struggling to hold yourself together—I didn’t want to pile this on you too. Besides… my parents, they’re kindhearted. They keep saying,
Adriana asked Aidan that night how the charity application was progressing.Aidan hesitated, unable to put it bluntly. “You know how it is with the country's charity management sometimes, Adriana… The process can be painfully slow and disheartening.”Adriana understood immediately. It seemed impossible for all three patients to receive medical assistance at the same time. “What about just one of them? The older patient has a child still in school, an elderly parent, and a mortgage to manage.”Aidan shook his head lightly. “Their age, occupation, health condition, family circumstances—none of it fits the criteria. They’re pitiful, yes, but there are others considered even more pitiful in the system’s eyes.”Adriana sighed softly. “Then it seems we’ll have to take the deputy director’s advice and donate a sum of money to help them through this for now.”“To be honest,” Aidan said carefully, “no one’s money grows on trees. Carson is willing to be generous for your sake, but there’s a ris
The next day, Adriana visited the patient again at the hospital.She had been pacing outside the room for a long time, rehearsing what to say, yet still hadn’t come up with a single suitable opening line.“Lawyer Clarke, why are you sitting here?”Adriana snapped out of her thoughts and looked up. A heavily pregnant woman stood before her, carrying a lunch box. Quickly composing herself, Adriana forced a smile. “I came to see you both.”The woman’s brow furrowed with worry. “Davis heard about losing the lawsuit. He’s completely crushed. Just now he told me… he’s putting the house up online to see if we can sell it. Otherwise, in two months, we won’t have the money to pay the mortgage. The baby’s due next month. I don’t know what to do anymore. We just wanted a simple life… why is it so hard?”Adriana’s heart squeezed tight, like it had been drenched in
“I’m just looking at it from an outsider’s perspective. And of course, as the plaintiff’s attorneys, it’s not our job to determine what’s true or false. Our job is to achieve our client’s goals—to do whatever we can to secure a victory for Crown Group.”Yes. It was a lawyer’s duty to gather every possible piece of evidence to support their client’s position, whether that position was absolutely correct or not.Adriana curled her slender fingers tightly and let out a soft, cold laugh. “That’s right. I’m going to do everything I can to ensure Crown Group triumphs—and make Grand Empire bow their heads and apologize.”Calvin may have played tricks to win the case, but she could fight back using her own methods.It wasn’t yet certain who would get the last laugh.Aidan opened his mouth to respond, but his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and smiled
The news of Adriana’s defeat spread like wildfire through the industry, quickly circulating to the pantries of law firms everywhere.The hottest chatter, of course, was at Justice.This even led Aidan to personally barge into the pantry, reprimanding his staff on the spot.“What the hell is this? Drinking company tea and eating company snacks during office hours, and throwing a party in your own backyard?!”At his roar, the group scattered like startled birds and beasts.Just then, Mona burst into his office, her face flushed with urgency. “Brother—”Aidan’s face darkened. “What did you just call me?”Mona immediately corrected herself. “Director… my master lost too unjustly! Grand Empire fabricated everything with strong words and intimidation!”“Do you have any evidence to refute them?”“I… don’t have it right now.”“Then what’s the point of talking to me without evidence? Get the hell out there and find some!”Mona was chastised harshly, but unlike the others—who would have been to
Calvin looked down at her stiff body. She stared coldly at the door, refusing to give him even a single glance—perhaps too disappointed to speak to him anymore.“I’m equally sorry that someone in the Crown Group is ill, especially the youngest one. The child is still unborn. I don’t want this tragedy to happen any more than you do. But since the damage is already done, all we can do now is try our best to make amends. I’ll allocate some funds from the Grand Empire’s Charitable Foundation—”“No need.” Adriana shrugged off his arm. “Doing something wrong and then trying to fix it with money? That kind of conscience-buying… I suggest you save it.”What’s the difference between this and a corrupt official who donates stolen money to temples or struggling schools?Not out of kindness, but out of guilt and fear of divine punishment.As if doing one good deed with dirty money could buy off the gods and keep you safe from their wrath.Ridiculous! What kind of god would forgive someone for the