Chapter 63 The Second Trial In The Morris Case

  "Who else but that bastard?" Graf roared. He had only learned about it from a neighbor when he went back to deliver some money. He felt like he was going crazy!

  They were his only family, especially his brother, who had been by his side for years. All the money Graf had made over the years, aside from what he kept for himself, he'd sent to his brother for school. He had never told anyone about his brother, because his brother was a "good kid," a top student who was currently studying at the capital's university. Recently, Graf had sent him so much money that his brother went from surprised to scared, afraid that Graf had done something illegal. His brother had secretly taken leave and returned to Ternell.

  Unfortunately, Wood's men had found him, and along with Graf's mother, they had been taken.

  "Do you trust me?" Julian asked, maintaining his composure in his comfortable boss chair despite Graf's emotional outburst. He played with a bronze lighter, his calm and confident expression meeting Graf's gaze fearlessly. "Do you trust me?"

  He repeated the question. Graf, like a wounded beast, had reddened eyes, his chest heaving violently as intense emotions made it hard for him to breathe. He locked eyes with Julian, and after a moment, Graf nodded vigorously. "If I don't trust you, then who the hell can I trust?"

  Julian nodded in return, leaning back into the enveloping chair. Despite the world's technological backwardness compared to the one Julian had dreamed of, it excelled in indulgence and luxury, especially for those born into nobility. These elites had unparalleled power, status, and wealth, and beyond seeking more power, they wasted their excessive lives on extravagant pleasures and entertainment.

  Over the past few days, Julian had Dave gather information on Wood, and by now, they had learned almost everything. Wood's move at this moment suggested that he had also dug into Julian and his group.

  In this world, there was no such thing as an impenetrable wall. Once they had targeted Graf as the breakthrough point, money would pave the way. Some people, like the workers at the station, would always be willing to reveal a little something for the right price. Not everyone could resist the lure of money over friendship, and there were always some who would sell information that wasn't particularly useful to them or their families.

  Just as Julian used money to pave his way, though perhaps he had less of it than Wood, and couldn't throw around large sums to get all the information he wanted, this wasn't a one sided market. For those who possessed information about Wood, Julian was the only buyer in this market. He didn't need to spend much to get what he wanted.

  Graf kept his eyes fixed on Julian, unblinking, waiting to see how he would resolve this problem.

  "I understand how you're feeling right now. I love my family too, but love and impulse won't solve anything. They kidnapped your family to put you—and us—in a vulnerable position. Whether we try to rescue them or compromise, we'd fall into their trap."

  "So, do we just abandon my mother and brother?" Graf asked through gritted teeth. His fierce gaze showed no attempt to hide his inner turmoil, and his tone made it clear that if Julian said they weren't going to save them, Graf would leave in a fit of hatred.

  Julian chuckled. "Of course we're going to save them, but there are many ways to do that. Charging in and getting yourself shot is one way. Killing enough of them to force them to send your family back is another."

  Julian wasn't afraid that this muscle bound guy would recklessly charge in and get himself killed, but such a move would put him in a vulnerable position.

  To Julian, the situation was simple. Wood's large, prosperous estate couldn't withstand too much chaos. He made such a grand display, not only to intimidate Julian and his group but also to show others that Wood still had strength. But his vast holdings were also his greatest weakness. Once Julian found a way in, the bigger the estate, the harder it would fall.

  The next morning, Julian appeared in Courtroom Three at the city courthouse. This was the second trial in the "Morris Case." Julian hadn't attended the first one, and Kevin hadn't wanted him to, as the first trial mostly involved the prosecutor's witnesses and evidence, and Kevin had chosen to appear weak.

  This was a strategy—let the opponent throw punches, dodge them, then strike back. When Camille presented his evidence and lobbied the jury, it was already clear that he had lost to Kevin because he wasn't aware that Kevin had been involved in the case from the very beginning, even planning it.

  At exactly 9:15, Kevin appeared outside the courthouse, wearing a sharp suit and carrying his briefcase. Reporters immediately surrounded him, camera flashes going off and smoke rising from the constant flash bulbs.

  Kevin wore a confident smile. Unlike the previous trial, he didn't rush into the courthouse. Instead, he stood outside under the grand scales of justice, facing the reporters.

  "Kevin, some people say that when you go up against the prosecutor for that girl Nasha, your 'golden reputation' will be shattered. What do you think about that?"

  "I'm a reporter from Starlight Daily. The whole of Canlos is watching this case. While people are angry about what happened to the girl, they're also focused on you. Do you believe you can win justice for her?"

  "Some say you took on this case against Camille because of a grudge from your younger days. Is that true?"

  Kevin smiled and nodded as the questions came. When he heard something he didn't like, he raised his hand, and the noisy reporters immediately fell silent. He cleared his throat, and an unparalleled confidence appeared on his face, as bright as the sun. His tone was slightly elevated. "First, I want to thank the public for their concern about this case. Secondly, I've never believed I would lose."

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