Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Marcel stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the crowd below that didn’t seem to disperse. His mood was awful.

Seeing Purple Summers enter with a worried look, he was slightly startled, “Miss, why are you here?”

After asking the question, realizing he sounded foolish, he quickly added, “Don’t worry, I’m fine. If needed, I’ll just work overtime tonight. I don’t believe they’ll stay here the whole night.”

“What’s going on?” Purple Summers asked with furrowed brows. “Why did so many people suddenly show up? They clearly targeted us.”

Marcel sheepishly explained, “It’s Joshua Davis, Cyrus’s father. He has some connections in the media. He probably found out that we’re defending the sorceress and is displeased, so he wants to target us…”

“This is defamation! Prominence Law Firm must respond! We can’t just let them slander us. This will affect the firm’s reputation in the future!”

“How can we respond?” Marcel said with a bitter smile. “He now controls public opinion, and news reports follow his preferences. Whatever I say is useless.”

He then comforted Purple, “Don’t worry. Isn’t Prosecutor Allen Rivera already investigating the register? Once the results come out, he will find out that his son’s death has nothing to do with the sorceress. Right now, he’s immersed in the pain of losing his child, so anything we say will be seen as a weak excuse to him. It’s pointless.”

After participating in several major cases, Marcel’s ability to handle stress had greatly improved.

Purple sighed, “I’ll treat you all to lunch to calm everyone down a bit.”

It all started because of her, after all.

As the two were talking, there was suddenly a commotion outside the office.

Someone shouted, “Hey! You can’t hit people!”

Immediately afterward, the sound of tables and chairs collapsing echoed, followed by a female employee’s scream and someone yelling, “Call Marcel Jefferson out!”

The faces of both Marcel and Purple darkened as they rushed out of the office.

However, the scene in front of Marcel infuriated him!

Larissa Hamilton tried to stop the troublemakers but was pushed down, her forehead hitting the edge of a table and bleeding instantly.

Marcel quickly helped Larissa up and covered her wound with a tissue. He then looked up at the intruders furiously, “What on earth do you want?!”

“Marcel Jefferson! Are you Marcel Jefferson?!” Joshua Davis pulled the black cloth off his hand, revealing a black and white portrait of a young face.

He had actually brought Cyrus’s portrait here!

“I want you to kneel and kowtow to my son!” Joshua shouted with bloodshot eyes, enraged, “Do you dare look him in the eye?! Marcel Jefferson, how much did the sorceress give you to make you do such a conscienceless thing? I want you to repent in front of my son!”

Larissa, now with a bleeding head, both in pain and angry, yelled, “Can you stop freaking out? Leave, or we’ll call the police!”

“Go ahead and call! Do you think we’re scared?” A few middle-aged men behind Joshua, who seemed to be Cyrus’s uncles or similar relatives, taunted.

“Let the police come and see for themselves what kind of disgusting practices this law firm that would do anything for money has!”

“Pretending to be lawyers, huh? Are lawyers that great? They’re just a bunch of blood-sucking vampires! Social pests!”

“Kowtow! Marcel Jefferson! Kowtow to our family’s Cyrus!”

They forcefully tried to make Marcel kneel, and some grabbed at Larissa who was trying to stop them. Both the law firm’s staff and Joshua were wrestling with each other, and the scene became completely chaotic!

—Bang!

Suddenly there was a deafening gunshot!