Chapter 883

It’s a quirk of Mr. Lopez that Kevin couldn't quite fathom, yet he knew better than to question it.

"Sure thing, Mr. Lopez."

Leaving the office, Kevin hopped into his car and headed straight for the used car lot.

As a seasoned executive assistant, he had a knack for picking up on Mr. Lopez’s subtleties—the

emphasis was on "second-hand." The car couldn’t be too new, otherwise, Mr. Lopez would've just

asked for a brand-spanking-new one. But it couldn't be a clunker either; Mr. Lopez was used to

cruising in luxury and wouldn't settle for less.

"Hey there, can this baby be customized?" Kevin asked the used car dealer.

"Absolutely! What's your vision?" The dealer was literally laughing to his ears as he heard that. "As

long as the price is right, we can make it happen!"

Kevin nodded, considering, "Fit it out like a Maybach on the inside, would you? And make it snappy.

Money's no object."

The dealer was speechless,

If Kevin hadn't slapped down a 20-grand deposit on the spot, the dealer might have punched his

face.

...

Dorothy arrived at the Eldorria City Courthouse precisely on time that afternoon. Stepping out of the

cab, she spotted Ephraim and his legal team approaching.

"Ms. Sanchez, the day has finally come! Rest assured, we're pulling out all the stops."

She gave a small smile, "I trust you guys."

"We've gone over this case with a fine-tooth comb, and we've got a decent shot at a full victory. At

the very least, Heather won't escape the harshest sentence. As the victim, you'll make a powerful

statement in court, and we've also filed for civil damages—whatever happens, we're winning

something."

Dorothy just nodded along, oddly detached as if she weren't personally involved.

Ephraim, with years under his belt, had seen all sorts of clients and wasn't fazed by Dorothy's

demeanor.

"And if we're not satisfied with the verdict, we can always appeal to the State Court. The appeal is

where it's really at."

"Ephraim, I don't plan on appealing," Dorothy interjected, pausing, "Whatever the outcome, I won't

appeal."

Ephraim was taken aback. "Why not? Don't be scared, if we appeal, our West Legal Services will

handle everything. It won't be any trouble for you—"

"I've made up my mind, let's see how the trial goes."

...

Ephraim initially thought Dorothy was a gentle soul, but working with her proved she was stubborn

and resolute. She trusted West Legal Services completely in professional matters but was

immovable on decisions she could make herself. She never sought counsel for personal decisions,

like whether to appeal after the first trial. She simply made her mind up and dismissed any advice

offered.

After passing through security, they entered the courtroom together.

As Dorothy settled in, her gaze fixed on the "Defendant" placard across the room.

Mom, can you see this? I've finally made it here and brought them all to justice. She said to herself.

For a moment, her composure began to crumble, and a sourness pricked at her eyes.

But Dorothy didn't cry. She felt she should be happy!

Soon, the judge entered the courtroom with a solemn and dignified air.

Clearing his throat, he sat down and announced, "Bring in the defendant."