Chapter 272 Kung Pao Chicken

New York, Manhattan District Court.

15-year-old Beyoncé, wearing a tight long dress and high heels, inappropriate for her age, stepped into the courthouse.

"Why are there so many reporters, feels more than our new album release."

"Heh," her father and manager answered with a laugh, "NBC has an agreement, they couldn't stay away."

"The rest are partly because of Universal, and partly because that Asian bestselling author is enough of a draw."

That young writer?

Beyoncé was intrigued and immediately asked, "So will he... show up here?"

"Come on, it's not a personal injury case, why would a billionaire show up in person?" her father shook his head and quietly replied.

"Look, that's Mr. Wang Jian's lawyer."

"Miss Beyoncé, right?" Matthew looked at the African singer and slightly nodded.

Pretty good-looking, not enough to make the public question the client's taste.

"Then come with me, you're not religious, are you?"

Beyoncé paused, then quickly nodded.