Trevon said, "No, just do what you normally do."Yardley was totally lost.Trevon seemed to care about the plaintiff's odds of winning, and everything he said seemed to root for Madeline's victory, yet he told Yardley to play it straight.If Yardley played it straight, he would aim for a slap on the wrist or even a full acquittal. That what his rep and career were built on.He was more than capable, so what was Trevon really getting at?Trevon was not about to reveal it and just shooed him away.Yardley was majorly stressed out.The next day, still on the fence, he hit up Daniel for some intel.Daniel gave him a pitiful look and said, "Mr. Gibson owes Lydia a huge one for saving his life. She asked, and he couldn't say no. He even promised that you'd go all out for her defense."Yardley was speechless. "What about Mrs. Gibson? Mr. Gibson can't actually be into..."Daniel let out a heavy sigh. "Just give it everything you've got. No matter how it shakes out, Mr. Gibson won't h
The office was cozy, with one desk and a tiny corner set up for meeting clients.Computer screens hid the desk.If not for the clacking of keys and the click of a mouse, Madeline would have thought the place was empty.She cleared her throat. "Hello?"The typing and clicking cut off, and a guy stood up. "You the one Mr. Larkins sent over?"Madeline blinked. The guy was way younger than she expected. He wore a white tee and had a buzz cut, looking like he might still be in college.Asher had said 'friend', and she pictured someone at least in their forties.Madeline asked, "Are you Bennet?"The guy flashed a grin. "Bennet's my dad. He's out at the moment. I'm Xoan. That's what you'll find on my phone too. Dad retired, so I'm the one running the show now."Madeline still looked a bit unsure, so Xoan added, "What, you think I'm just a kid who can't cut it? Let me tell you, I've been in the game since I was fifteen, a whole decade now. There's nothing in Redenbaugh City I can't ha
Stepping out of the detective agency, Madeline's phone rang. It was Dallas."Ms. Sanders, there's interest in the painting you left at the shop. Could you swing by?"Madeline did not hesitate, hailing a cab straight to Oralia."Mr. Scott, which painting caught the client's eye?" she inquired upon arrival.Dallas looked uneasy, letting out a sigh. "Ms. Sanders, you might want to check out the VIP room."With a puzzled frown, Madeline pushed open the VIP room door to find a man sprawled on the sofa."You're Madeline?" he asked lazily.Madeline nodded. "Which painting did you fancy?"She scanned the room, spotting several paintings—her paintings—that she had entrusted to Stephen to sell.Dallas quickly stepped in. "Ms. Sanders, meet Mr. Hector Ferguson, the second son of the Ferguson family."It clicked for Madeline.Without even a glance in her direction, Hector addressed Dallas. "Mr. Scott, since when did the Fergusons start slumming it? These paintings are an embarrassment t
Hector glared at Madeline and let out a disdainful huff. "So, you're as sneaky as she says!"She? Sadie?Madeline barely knew Sadie. Was Sadie jealous because of Stephen's kindness toward her?Madeline kept quiet.Hector plopped back into his seat, yanked a checkbook from his jacket, and flung it at Madeline. "Write any amount you want. Just drop the charges against Lydia."Madeline blinked, taken aback. Hector was there on a mission for Lydia.How did they know each other?It was news to her, but frankly, she could not care less. She was not about to play detective.'Drop the charges? As if!'She would rather Lydia rot behind bars forever.Without so much as a glance at the checkbook, she said, "Lydia's a lawbreaker, a life-taker. She deserves what's coming to her.""You're spouting lies! You think I don't see through your smear campaign?" Hector shot back, his face red with anger.Madeline let out a scoff. "Oh, Lydia's been playing the victim, has she? Why don't you ask h
Hector tilted his head up with a hint of arrogance. "Obviously. Remember, I'm Ferguson's second in command. Smarten up and fall in line."Madeline snorted, whipped out her phone, and video called Stephen.Stephen picked up quickly, looking like he was in a car on the move.He flashed a grin at Madeline. "What's up, Madeline? Need something?"Madeline returned a slight smile. "Actually, Mr. Ferguson, there is something."At the mention of 'Mr. Ferguson', Hector's heart lurched, and he shot her a look of disbelief."You..."Before he could finish, Madeline flipped the camera around.There was Hector, lighter in hand, about to torch a painting, then in full view.Stephen's brow creased instantly. "What's going on?"Madeline's laughed mockingly. "Mr. Hector Ferguson here thinks my artwork isn't fit for Oralia and is about to set it ablaze. What's your take on this, Mr. Ferguson?"Stephen's expression darkened. "Hand him the phone."Madeline paused, not handing her phone over to
Hector was fuming because he could not get Madeline to drop the lawsuit."Even my own brother is against me! Taking the side of a stranger and not giving me any respect!" he grumbled to himself.He had pulled some strings to meet with Lydia, promising her he would make sure Madeline backed down.Madeline had roped Stephen in, but Hector had botched it and was clueless about how to break the news to Lydia.He sighed heavily.After wrestling with his thoughts, he resolved to head back to the villa to consult his brother, hoping to convince him to lend a hand.Hector floored it, zooming off to the Ferguson family mansion.Upon Stephen's return with his grandparents, he found Hector glued to his phone, his expression darkening."Grandpa and grandma are here. Come on and help out."Hector sprang to his feet, steadying Sophia. "Grandma, the plane ride must've been exhausting. Have a seat, and I'll massage your shoulders."Sophia's face was devoid of a smile, yet her tone was soothi
On the day of the hearing, Madeline and Colt walked into the courthouse together.It was a high-profile criminal case, yet the courtroom was not packed.Since it was a state case, Madeline, along with Caleb, Yeneth, and a few others, took their seats among the spectators.Lydia was escorted to the defendant's stand, with only Skylar seated behind her.What threw Madeline for a loop was seeing Cilix there. Did he not usually steer clear of such bad vibes?The sight of Lydia's lawyer flashing a friendly smile at Madeline only deepened her bewilderment.Caleb's expression turned grim as he murmured, "That's Yardley. He's a big shot in the legal world, a real ace with criminal cases."The trial got underway without delay.Colt laid out the evidence and documents, charging Lydia with the premeditated murder of Bella and the botched hit on the Yates family, which amounted to charges of intentional harm, murder, and criminal conspiracy.Lydia faced the mounting evidence with a chilli
Madeline's face turned ghostly white as she glared at Cilix."You're lying! My mom would never take illegal drugs! Her records only show mental trauma. You and the Sanders family, you all cornered her bit by bit until she had nowhere left to turn. Now ,you want to pin the blame on her for taking her medication? That's low, even for you!"The judge rapped the gavel and barked, "Silence in the court!"Caleb quickly pulled Madeline back. "Madeline, stay composed. Don't let them get to you."Madeline clenched her jaw, her eyes snapping away as she stood and headed for the door.With Tanner and Zander backtracking on their stories, the case against Lydia was falling apart.With Sherah a no-show and Bella's old medical records coming to light, the whole murder-by-med-switch story was crumbling.Hanging around there was pointless.Yeneth felt torn. She was curious about the verdict but worried about Madeline.After a moment's hesitation, she decided to follow her out.…Stepping ou