Jared squinted at Preston and suddenly laughed.
âYes, Iâm worse than an animal.
Preston, why are you pretending to be noble? Do you dare to say that you donât want me dead?â âOf course I want me dead!â Preston and Jared looked at each other.
Jared glanced at Preston and retracted his gaze.
He smiled and said, âUnfortunately, you canât take it.
You should know that this case is not as big as you think.
âAttempted murder can get me no more than 10 years.
As long as I behave well, I can get out in five to six years.
If I hire a better lawyer, I get a sentence that lasts three to four years.
Pull some strings, it would only be two to three years.
Put an appeal on top of it, Iâd be out in one to two years, or even only half a year.â âWhat now, you think you own the court?â Preston looked at Jared mockingly.
âItâs precisely because I donât own the court, that Iâm not gonna be sentenced for long!â Jared smiled.
âIâm old too.
Since you want Blake Corporation so badly, Iâll give it to you.
No matter what, my blood is still flowing in your veins.
the Blake familyâs stuff is still in the hands of the Blake family.
All the shares in my hands are yours for 500 million dollars.â Jared raised his eyes slightly and looked at Preston.
In his opinion, 500 million dollars was already a low price.
If he wasnât in prison now, he wouldnât even make such an offer.
âSo, you think Iâm here to buy the shares in your hands?â Preston retorted.
Jared kept a close eye on Preston.
He didnât say anything.
The look in his eyes seemed to say, âWhat else are you here for other than to buy shares?â Preston stood up and said coldly, âIâm here to tell you that the heavens are watching.
What goes around is gonna come around.
You canât avoid the crime of conspiring to murder me, injuring my bodyguard, and evading taxes.â Upon hearing the words âevading taxesâ, Jared exploded.
âYou idiot, you want to sue me for tax evasion? When the time comes, itâs still the Blake Corporation thatâs gonna pay the taxes.
Youâre extremely stupid.â Preston snorted.
âFour years ago, you killed a tax collector with the former tax commissioner for tax evasion.â âYou!â
Jared panicked.
This matter was done very secretly back then.
Later on, the tax commissioner took the initiative to transfer to another tax bureau.
They did not contact each other anymore.
He wondered how would Preston know.
Preston glanced at Jared and said indifferently, âJared Blake, do you know of Silvester Chanon the Outlaw Madman? This time, heâs my lawyer!â With that, he left.
âPreston, come back!â Jared shouted from behind.
Preston did not even turn back.
Jared collapsed on the couch, feeling terrible.
There was no video to blackmail Trevor, and Preston was a stubborn person.
Preston even hired Silvester Chanon the Outlaw Madman.
It was rumored that Silvester Chanon the Outlaw Madman could throw the opposing lawyer into jail with the criminal if he exceeded his usual performance.
Jared might even be sentenced to eight to ten years in this lawsuit.
He knew that his life would be completely ruined.
On Laylaâs side.
She met Alexander the next day.
As soon as she saw Alexander, she cried, âSon, did I get in your way?â She did not want to confess.
However, the surveillance camera had recorded her discussing the details with Bernardâs wife.
She had no choice but to admit it.
Now that she had confessed her crimes, she can only wait for the trial to start.
Seeing that Annalise was still fine, there was a high chance that Layla wouldnât be getting a very harsh sentence in her situation.
However, she had caused one such blunder, so the old man had another reason to target Alexander.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Alexander looked at his mother and said, âI will hire the best lawyer for you!â There was just nothing else that he could do.
Layla was even more upset.
Tears streamed down her face.
âItâs my fault.
Iâve dragged you down.
Alexander, if grandpa disqualifies you from competing because of me, you must cut ties with me.â
Alexander felt terrible when he heard that.
His throat moved as he said, âMom, I told you not to touch Annaliseâs child.â âYes, I shouldnât have done it.
If I had known that they were so vigilant, I wouldnât have done this.â Alexander sighed and said, âMom, what I mean is, donât throw away your basic morals and conscience when you do things.
My competition with Julian is fair and square.
Itâs all about our own abilities.
I donât have a good relationship with Julian because we have our own standpoints.
You were trying to hurt Annaliseâs kid.
Whatâs the difference between that and murder?â Layla looked at Alexander in shock.
Her eyes were filled with hurt.
âAlexander, in your eyes, Iâm a murderer?â Alexander didnât feel good.
In front of him was the mother who had given birth to him and raised him wholeheartedly.
However, she had really done something wrong! He looked at Layla and said, âMom, you shouldnât have given birth to me back then.â If she hadnât given birth to him, things wouldnât have turned out this way.
She wouldnât have done all these things just to help him.
âYes, I was wrong.
I shouldnât have given birth to you.
I was wrong.
Iâm sorry.
I really shouldnât have given birth to you.
I shouldnât have fought for you.
I should have continued to live with you in that banged-up shithole, smelling that sewage and squeezed into that tiny apartment, being laughed at and scolded for being a slut, giving birth to an illegitimate child.
âI shouldnât have stood up for you when your classmates insulted you and said that you donât have a father.
I shouldnât have told them that you have a father and that your father loves you very much.
âI shouldnât have fought to give you a complete family.
I should have allowed others to insult usâ¦â Layla was hysterical and tearful.
âMom, thatâs not what I meant.â Alexander sighed.
She would never understand what he really wanted.
What she was fighting for was status, power, and money.
And what he was fighting for was to prove himself, to be acknowledged.
âSorry, I got too emotional.
Go back and donât care about me.
Go back and do your best.
Try to be Parks Groupâs president.
Thatâs what you deserve.
Even if something has gone wrong, itâs all my fault.
You didnât do anything wrong.
Go home!â Layla said.
Alexander felt terrible again.
He knew very well how good his mother was to him.
He could not say anything to reprimand her.
If Julian agreed to let his mother go, he would not hesitate to give up Parks Groupâs competition.
He nodded and said, âMom, Iâm going home.
Donât think too much about it.
Iâll hire a lawyer for you.â âIf grandpa makes things difficult for you, donât bother about me and just cut ties with me,â Layla said again.
Alexanderâs back stiffened.
There was no way he couldnât feel her motherâs intense love for him.
He said, âMom, Iâll always love you.
I love grandpa too.
Heâs also my closest kin.â He wanted to tell his mother that grandpa was his family, not his enemy.
Layla wouldnât listen to him.
She waved and said, âHurry up and go back to your job.â It was already April, and there were less than three months left.