"Have you checked on Erin and Kitty? Is there any progress with them?” Derek placed his coffee cup back onto the table.Victor, who was sitting not far from him, shook his head. “I still haven't received any progress reports on the condition of both of them. This morning, the guard on duty gave word that their condition is still the same as their last state, sir.”“Have the results of the thorough examination come out?” Derek asked again.“Yes, sir.” He showed his tablet to Derek. On the screen were the medical reports of Kitty and Erin from X-rays, MRIs, and CT scans, everything was in a normal state. They just needed time for recovery. The doctor said perhaps due to severe shock, their bodies experienced a temporary coma.”Derek understood that could happen. He sipped his black coffee slowly, his eyes gazing sharply out the large glass window reflecting the city view down below. "How is the progress on the embezzlement and money-laundering files belonging to Robin Chase’s foundation

"What do you mean by a court summons?” Robin gently slammed his desk.He received another visit after spending several days in prison, this time, the visit came from his lawyer. A few days prior, he had already tried to contact Marcus via the prison telephone call, swallowing his pride as he waited his turn to use that prison access.At that time they couldn't speak for long, and what Marcus had conveyed to him a few days ago was that he was trying to arrange a visit, and now as he successfully visited Robin, the situation had changed drastically.He was forced to convey what he did not want to say because he clearly knew Robin would fly into a rage, but what was the use of holding back? Right now all he could do was inform him of the circumstances that had occurred.“The charges against you have increased, sir.” He handed the court summons through the partition gap between their walls. “We managed to avoid the investigation into the embezzlement from last time, but now we are at a de

“Everyone stand back!” Shouted a guard arriving with a baton in his hand.Several other guards followed behind that guard, quickly separating the circle of onlookers among the inmates who were busy just watching, shouting, and some trying to seize the opportunity to join in hitting him.“Stop!” Shouted the officer who arrived there first and forcibly pulled the tattooed man who had just swung the broken plastic spoon at Robin.After pulling the man away, the officer looked at the blood around Robin's body, which was still curled up and dripping down onto the floor, and he immediately looked back and glared sharply at the man. “Quickly take him to the isolation room right now,” he ordered the guard nearby.Then he quickly knelt to check on Robin while the other officers dragged the tattooed man away.“Let me go, let me teach him a lesson!” The tattooed man fought back and insisted on staying there. “Bastards like him don't deserve to live, he needs to feel what that suffering is like b

“I’m starting to feel nauseous.” He glanced outside to divert his gaze from a situation he had never imagined in his life, and so did his colleague.The ambulance siren wailed loudly, tearing through the evening silence, ripping down the rain-slicked city streets toward the Emergency Department of the City Central Hospital. Inside the violently shaking medical vehicle, the atmosphere felt deeply suffocating and filled with a tension creeping in every second. The prison clinic doctor along with two guards stood surrounding the stretcher, continuously monitoring the heart monitor that displayed a weak, fluctuating line.Robin Chase lay helpless with a thick bandage wrapped around his neck, the skin of his face as pale as white paper without leaving a trace of the authority he usually showcased before the public.Upon arrival at the hospital, the ER medical team immediately greeted the arrival of the emergency patient with quick and coordinated movements. The stretcher was wheeled into t

"Are you alright?" His assistant paused to confirm.Marcus snapped out of it and nodded. "Yes. Continue with your work."Amid the storm of crisis hitting his main client, Marcus did not have a single second to lament the situation. He kept moving, though his gaze clearly showed how exhausted he was.As the professional lawyer in control of Robin Chase's legal defense, he knew very well that a guilty verdict on charges of money laundering and embezzlement worth millions of dollars was imminent."Where are you going, sir?" Seeing Marcus about to leave, the assistant asked promptly.The man's hands stuffed documents into his briefcase. "I'm stepping out for a bit. You guys prepare what I just ordered."The only way to save Robin from life imprisonment was to find legal loopholes amidst the pile of confidential documents recently seized by the prosecutor's office, or to use the health condition of his client, who was now lying in a coma at the hospital, as a shield to buy more time."Yes,