Semua Bab Billionaire's Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Bab 471 - Bab 480

“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

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

Grand Empire – President’s OfficeAfter answering the phone, Kevin looked across the large glass table and reported respectfully, “President, it’s confirmed. The hospital has made arrangements. The latest batch of medical equipment will be delivered from Germany in two weeks. Also, the dean would like to find an opportunity to meet with the charity donors.”Calvin gave a satisfied nod at the first half of the report. Regarding the second, he replied flatly, “Tell them it’s not necessary.”Kevin understood his boss’s temperament well. The president wouldn’t step into the spotlight just to showcase a good deed—let alone personally meet with the director of a local hospital.“Yes, sir. And about Miss Adriana? Should she be informed as well?”Calvin’s gaze shifted briefly to his private cellphone lying quietly on the desk. Logically, she would hear about it soon enough. Whether she chose to contact him afterward was another matter—one he couldn’t predict.“That’s not your concern.”Kevin

Jessica’s face stiffened, her lips trembling as if she wanted to curse and vent her anger. But the words caught in her throat, choking her until all she could manage was a strangled cry: “You… You’re bullshitting!”Adriana hadn’t intended to drag this out. But watching Jessica’s hypocrisy unravel before her eyes, she couldn’t resist finishing the tear-down she had long restrained. “That rich second-generation wife of your old boss?” Adriana said lightly. “She was my college classmate. We even shared a dormitory.”Jessica froze. Her legs went weak, and she sank back into the chair, nearly collapsing. When she finally spoke, her voice was trembling. “What… what do you want from me?”Adriana’s tone remained calm, almost clinical. “I didn’t use that matter against you before because I don’t like mixing my private life with workplace issues. I prefer to discuss business professionally. But you’ve been provoking me again and again. Sooner or later… I might get annoyed enough to stop holding

Calvin had broken a layer of skin on his forehead. Blood streaked down the left side of his face, dripping steadily. His fingers, too, were marked—his index finger cut open as if it had caught on something sharp.The traffic police, after inspecting the crumpled car, let out a sharp breath. At least it wasn’t a tailgating incident or a chain collision, they thought grimly. The driver appeared conscious and alive—if he weren’t, this mess would have dragged on endlessly today.“How the hell were you driving?!” one of them barked. “Do you even know how to handle a car?”Calvin’s voice came low and flat, almost detached. “The phone fell under the seat… I reached for it to unlock the security.”For a moment, the traffic cop froze. That calm, clipped tone—it carried an odd weight, almost as though the man wasn’t just another reckless driver, but someone powerful. His nerves prickled as if the person standing before him was his own superior.“Wait here,” the officer managed to say. “The clea