Chapter 828
Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Shocked, Henrick turned around and looked at his lawyer for help.
However, his lawyer pretended not to see him and avoided his gaze because he felt bad.
To a lawyer, Justice was victory.
He would rather lose the case than face the publicâs detest.
Henrick bit his lips. He had no choice but to defend himself.
âYour Honor, the pollution that my mining company has brought to the environment is not done purposely. I apologize for the lack of professional knowledge, and I promise I will learn from this mistake. As for my employeesâ salaries, I have no choice but to owe them first. I will pay them as soon as possible!â
âHeâs lying!â Nigel stood up and yelled. âHe has the ability to build a mansion that costs a million, but he wonât even pay me three thousand for me to pay for my wifeâs medical bills! If not for him owing me my salary for years, my daughter wouldnât have died of fever years ago!â
âSilence!â Everett ordered, but his expression was softer compared to when he looked at Henrick.
Facing Henrick, he said, âDefendant Henrick Southall, what you said will be counted as part of your verbal testimonies. If you lie, youâll face stricter punishment. I shall ask you one more time. Do you wish to plead guilty?â
Henrick would never admit his crime. âNo! I never intended to owe my employees their salaries on purpose.â
Everett scoffed in his mind as he looked at the plaintiffâs lawyer. âYou may begin your statement, plaintiff.â
âThank you, Your Honor.â Nightshire Groupâs best attorney, Mr. Benson, walked to the center and started listing out the evidence.
First, he showed a list of assets owned by Henrick and asked for the witnesses to make their statements.
Nigel and other witnesses, including Henrickâs business partners who used to play golf with him and the board members of Southall Group, told the jury about Henrickâs wrongdoings.
With all the evidence presented, Henrick had nothing left to defend himself.
Thereâs a saying that everybody hits a man who is down, and Henrick could relate to it right then.
Just as he thought that he would get at most a few years of jail and pay a small fine, Everett said, âThe last allegation. Defendant Henrick Southall, you are accused of killing your first wife, Maureen Moore.
Do you have anything to say in defense?â
Henrickâs face went pale instantly.
If he were convicted of the crime, he would need to be locked up for more than a few years.
âI⦠I didnât! How can you say that I killed my wife!â
Everett nodded at Mr. Benson calmly and said, âPlaintiff.â
The latter stood up and stated, âYour Honor, allow me to play a voice recording as evidence.â
Everett nodded. âPermission granted.â
The moment Mr. Benson gave his assistant a look, he immediately played the voice recording in court.
It was Cindyâs voice.
In the recording, Cindy was sobbing while describing how she and Henrick killed Maureen and faked her suicide together.
âThatâs not true! Sheâs lying!â Henrick yelled so madly that a policeman had to come up and stop him.
Everett waited for Henrick to keep quiet before continuing to say, âThe defendant has denied your evidence, plaintiff. Do you have other evidence to present?â
Mr. Benson replied firmly, âYour Honor, please allow the plaintiff herself to speak in court.â .
âPermission granted.â
As the door to the court opened, a pretty woman entered the room.