Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 1005: Deputy_1

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Chapter 1005: Chapter 1005: Deputy_1

"Hmm?" Purple Summers looked at Norton Young, "What’s the matter?"

Norton Young looked quite embarrassed, his face flushing red; his naturally pale skin made the redness stand out even more.

Purple Summers smiled and asked again, "Come on, what is it?"

"I saw that, that news..." Norton Young stuttered, "The court session is this week, could I... could I be your assistant?"

Purple Summers was taken aback.

She had entrusted the case to Prominence Law Firm, and although she was defending it, her lawyer identity was to remain confidential until the day of the hearing; reporters shouldn’t know about it until then.

How did Norton Young know?

With his face still flushed, Norton Young nervously offered himself, his forehead slick with sweat, "Uh... if you don’t mind, I, I could help you. Although... although I lack experience in criminal defense, in other areas, I’ll work hard to do a good job, to help you relieve some pressure..."

"Norton..." Purple Summers looked at him with difficulty, "I’m sorry, but this case is a bit special, I can’t agree to your request."

Upon hearing this, Norton Young was stunned for a moment, then gave an awkward smile, "Sorry, I... I know I’m being presumptuous."

Purple Summers explained, "It’s me who feels very sorry, I’m happy that you’re willing to help me, but in this case, the defendant is my friend and it involves her privacy and interests, so..."

"Hahaha, I understand, understand! No problem!" Norton Young laughed drily, scratching the back of his head, "I saw the news this morning and thought it was a good opportunity to gain experience. I’ve always been envious of the poise others show in court, I... I haven’t had the chance to appear in court yet..."

He gave Purple Summers an awkward glance and continued, "Don’t laugh at me, but every week I make time to go to the courthouse to sit in on some public hearings and imagine myself standing in court one day..."

"Norton, that day will come," Purple Summers smiled, gently patting his shoulder, "You’ve passed the most difficult judicial examination, going to court is just a matter of time! There’s no need to rush!"

Norton Young smiled, but his smile carried a hint of regret.

The catfish dismemberment murder case was a high-profile case; losing wouldn’t be a disgrace, but winning could skyrocket one’s reputation. If Purple Summers took Norton Young along, it would at least give him some exposure, which could brighten his resume if he went to work for a law firm after graduation.

These simple truths, Purple Summers understood them as well.

But she really couldn’t agree to it.

Choosing the lawyer is the right of the client, and Purple Summers couldn’t let Norton Young be involved without Jane McCain’s knowledge, and besides... Norton Young really wouldn’t be of help with this case.

...

After the morning classes were over, Purple Summers took a car home, idly swiping through her phone’s screen, browsing through the latest news.

She had explicitly requested confidentiality, yet some news reports still managed to guess she was the defense attorney.

It wasn’t hard to understand. Any case taken on by Prominence Law Firm would make people think of Purple Summers, and the so-called confidentiality was like an open secret.

No wonder Norton Young knew about it.

Purple Summers sighed silently to herself.

Just before she got home, she received a call from Aria Jackson, saying that Dion Benson had agreed to testify in court.

"This guy is really sly, waiting until the news broke to agree to appear in court." Aria Jackson’s tone was one of disgust, "I think he just wants to see what evidence the police have, so he can be prepared."

"How about the fishing club? Did you find anything?" Purple Summers asked.

Aria Jackson said, "Dion Benson did join the fishing club a few years ago and bought fishing gear, but we haven’t found anything like boats, maybe he rented them."

After finishing, she sighed heavily, sounding frustrated, "With just this, there’s no way to convict him!"

This court hearing, their goal was not only to clear Jane McCain’s name but also to bring the real murderer to justice.

Purple Summers turned her head, looking out at the streetscape through the car window, her tone mild, "There’s still time, Dion Benson’s motive for murder will be uncovered."

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