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âHmm.â Purple Summers nodded. All her classmates at school were discussing this, so it was hard for her to be unaware.
Marcel Jefferson looked out the car window briefly before turning back to her, lowering his voice, âSomeone from the Graves Family came to me.â
Purple Summers widened her eyes, half surprised, half speechless, âDid they read the news and decided to hire you for their lawsuit? Itâs outrageous. They should be looking for a lawyer more familiar with the case, instead of just hiring a famous one.â
âRich people can do whatever they want.â Marcel Jefferson smiled.
Purple Summers frowned in disagreement, asking, âSo why did you come to me?â
After a brief pause, Purple Summersâs voice could not help but rise, âYou didnât agree to represent them, did you?! Are you crazy?!â
âNo, no! How dare I?!â Marcel Jefferson immediately shook his head, his face turning difficult, âBut⦠itâs hard to refuse, isnât it? Thatâs the Graves Family, I canât afford to offend them being a small lawyerâ¦â
âSo, you neither agreed nor disagreed?â Purple Summers looked at him skeptically, âWhat is happening?â
Marcel Jefferson was at his witâs end, so he decided to tell Purple Summers everything.
As it turns out, Marcel Jefferson and his team went to a celebratory dinner after their invitation to Iris Mapleâs banquet. Many had left his law firm, and the remaining few had weathered the firmâs crises together. To him, it was not an ordinary bond, and he deemed it appropriate to have a gathering just among themselves.
At the onset of the dinner, a waiter brought ten top-grade king crabs, which stunned everyone!
Ten top-grade king crabs!
Although Marcel Jefferson was an employer and a lawyer, his small firm wasnât really making a lot of money. He would never dare to splurge on ten king crabs just to treat his employees!
Marcel Jefferson thought the waiter had made a mistake, but then the waiter told him that they were a gift from someone who admired his work in clearing the innocent. The little token was not meant to serve as formal respect.
After resolving the case, Marcel Jefferson had indeed received flowers and presents from many of the public. Still, this was the first time anyone had sent him king crabs. He assumed it was just some altruistic tycoon and didnât think any more of it.
However, after the dinner, a steward of the Graves Family came to see him.
Like a commoner being summoned by a royal relative in ancient times, Marcel Jefferson had no right to refuse. And he had just feasted on the king crabs; it stands to reason, he knew now where they came from.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI was really nervous initially, but they were quite friendly. They wanted me to join their legal team and provide some advice,â Marcel Jefferson said to Purple Summers, âThey were polite, humble. If I refused, it would be considered disrespectful. I could potentially offend them! So, I told them that I was not familiar with the case and would make a decision after reviewing the documents.â
Purple Summers thought to herself: You havenât seen their ruthless side yet. Theyâre treating you nicely because they need your help now.
âBut I really donât want to do it.â Marcel Jefferson poured out his resentment to her, âIâm seen as a crusader for justice now. How can I help a scum like Gerald Graves? My firm has finally built up some good reputationâ¦â
Marcel Jefferson was in a dilemma.
Having chosen to be a lawyer, he surely has the aspiration to uphold justice. However, heâs no longer a naive student fresh out of school. He understands that heâs no match for the powerful families as a nobody.
âYou donât have to feel guilty. I suspect the second young master of the Graves may actually be wronged.â Purple Summers said.
Marcel Jefferson looked at her incredulously, âHow do you know?â