"I-I didn't mean that..." Attorney Young could only grit his teeth in frustration. He had no idea why Madam Scarlett, who was a well-respected individual in the business world, would side with this inexperienced young man! He couldn't help but check his tongue while frowning at his brows. And why does this youngster look familiar? 'This should be our first meeting, yet why does he resemble a certain someone?' Since Attorney Young didn't have an answer, he could only set aside his thoughts. But then he heard another remark from Madam Scarlett."You are a lawyer, but why are you putting your nose into this investigation that had absolutely nothing to do with you?" Ms. Scarlett spoke sharply as her gaze narrowed."Ahem, actually the local custom wanted me to take a look at this case." Attorney Young tried to sound convincing while maintaining direct eye contact with Madam Scarlett, but that ended up in a miserably failed attempt. At the very least, he tried...Nevertheless, Attorney Y
Ms. Scarlett could be seen in deep thought as she kept staring intently at the tooth between her fingers. "Usually, when a person dies in a gruesome way, they will clench or grind their teeth because of the extreme pain they have to endure... Oddly enough, these teeth are perfectly intact." Ms. Scarlett mumbled to herself. She then glances at the corpse again. As she let out a sigh, fingerprints were out of the option as the victim was burned badly, and even if it was a miracle that there was still a fingerprint, that doesn't mean it's foolproof. Even with trained eyes and the advancement of computer technology, there is no absolute foolproof method for the matching of fingerprints. That is the reality. It was completely different from the movies where the fingerprint was the most damning piece of evidence for the culprit to get caught. There is no such thing as perfect evidence. Even before Ms. Scarlett had arrived at the scene, there were already numerous controllable variable
"I think I know that young man, he looks familiar...." A man in his forties wearing casual clothes uttered. Just then, a young man with an aggressive facial expression let out an unhappy remark. "I doubt that. It's more likely that he's a seller of narcotics. This kind of person should be imprisoned!" There was no chance for him to believe that Sett, who looked like he was the same age as him, would be the owner of the yacht and the private jet, while he, on the other hand, was barely making a living while working his a*s off for twenty-four hours a day! In response to the jealous young man, the man in his forties let out a chuckle as he spoke a word for word. "That's where you're mistaken; he's Mr. Crow, the owner of the city's largest entertainment industry. Not just that, he's also the owner of the famous casino, and don't say "he's just lucky" as he managed to achieve it by beating the young master Rocco, the eldest son of Don Alfonso!" He paused for a moment before narrowing h
"What!?"Sett was alarmed. They were burned alive? How could that be? 'Now that I think about it, the Ratherford family should be no more, as surely Ms. Scarlett would have taken care of the rest and put Don Alfonso and his son in prison.' Sett thought that at the back of his head. Nevertheless, if they were caught, shouldn't Ms. Scarlett, who was always a cautious type, have doubled if not tripled the security?There was no way anyone could have assassinated those three without being noticed under Ms. Scarlett's radar. She was always that meticulous. "Mr. Crow, we were already investigating this matter..."Sett could hear a slight urgency in Ms. Scarlett's voice.No, he had to personally investigate this matter. It all started in his conflict with the Ratherfords, and by doing so, he had poked the hornet's nest. It had to end in his hand.With that, Sett immediately got down from the truck while ignoring the gossiping crowd.
"You blockhead! Of course, I would borrow those things." The matriarch, Cassandra, was already thinking about how she would brag to her old friends. She badly wants to show off and see the look of envy on their faces! Their reaction would be priceless. She could see herself having a party on the yacht and traveling with a private jet! Just imagining it sends shivers down her old spine!"Hand it over!" The matriarch, Cassandra, kept nodding her head.Wasn't she too greedy? And how could she easily go back on her words? She doesn't have a word of honor! A few minutes ago, wasn't she disparaging of getting his appliances through underhanded means? And that she didn't want anything to do with it? Sett was starting to wonder why Sheila and Elena were compassionate and kind. Both of them were so different from the whole Laurel family..."If you want to use my private jet or yacht, you would have to get my wife's permission," Sett playfully told Matriarch Cassandra."That's all?" The matri
"?"Sett's internal monologue was cut short. As he noticed, Matriarch Cassandra was glancing around the kitchen. She even insect its brand. As though she was expecting that it was fake..."How did you get this much money?"The matriarch, Cassandra, was examining the kitchen and almost every corner of the building. She even saw some appliances, and they were high-end.Nevertheless, Matriarch Cassandra, being the unreasonable old woman that she is, isn't that barely anything? Sure, they have these brand-new appliances, but that's all? It could be said that the matriarch, Cassandra, was petty.'I wouldn't even be surprised if that penniless retard was borrowing money from the loan sharks.' Cassandra was naturally scowling at him, and the repulsion in her gaze was growing. She hated him to the bone for manipulating her granddaughter.Sett could only shake his head. Why does society always have this opinion that a person should be judged by how heavy their pockets are? Shouldn't a person b
Butler Jackson could only nod his head like a broken clock after Sett had asked him for his opinion. Bulter Jackson could feel his fine hair standing on end. If he had a choice, he would have escaped there and then. He was really afraid. It was his first time sensing that he wasn't the one holding his own life. A second ago, he swore he had seen a grim reaper flash its scythe on his neck! Fortunately for him, Sett had finally turned away his terrifying eyes from him. Just then, matriarch Cassandra furrowed her brows as she blurted out. "Are trying to put the blame on my butler? Instead of blaming my butler, why don't you teach that maidservant of yours some manners in cooking proper food!" "Right, right madam, that woman should learn some manners!" Butler Jackson chimed in after seeing that Matriarch Cassandra was defending him. The Matriarch was taking his side? Butler Jackson mumbled to himself, then he puffed out his chest as he became bolder! In response, Sett merely glanced
Inside the room, Sett was in deep thought, pondering the fact: why were his in-laws such a materialistic bunch? All they cared about was getting powerful, and they took their possessions as if they were their life!Sett wonders if his in-laws had a choice—would they pick family over benefits? No, that wasn't even a question in the first place, it was a fact that they would choose benefits over family. Actually, it wasn't solely his in-laws, but even his own Crossword family had the same thought pattern as his in-laws. That's just plain wicked. They were rotten to the core!Suddenly, Sett's train of thoughts was pulled out by his wife, Sheila's, charming voice."What's with the gloomy face?" Sheila stared at Sett directly in the eye.Yet, Sett couldn't maintain eye contact with his wife; his heart was too heavy to even realize that his wife understood him. Sheila raised her brows, seeing her lover was avoiding her gaze. She didn't even think twice as he held Sett's head in place. Tho