Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 759 - 739: Can He Come to Visit Me Tomorrow (Part One)
Recently, on the local mainstream websites and forums, citizens unaware of the truth began to express their excitement. "When a prince breaks the law, he should be punished just like common folk," they said, and all the more so in a society governed by law. Particularly because the murderer was a socialite of high standing, they argued she should be dealt with swiftly and severely to pacify the public.
Even the incident of Boss personally going to the police station to prepare for the lady’s bail became the target of verbal attacks and sharp criticism; it was seen as a blatant attempt to use a backdoor.
Moreover, a political opponent who had lost in the mayoral election wrote a joint letter, planning to accuse the mayor of blatantly trying to protect his wife, a murder suspect. Luckily, Boss’s subordinates at the city hall managed to suppress it.
Thinking of this, the lawyer sighed again.
Fortunately, Boss hardened his heart and did not go to the detention center again this week.
Otherwise, it would have certainly caused another wild media storm.
The lawyer walked into the Huo Mansion, greeted Auntie Li at the entrance, and hurried into the living room, where he immediately saw a man with a gloomy face and a dark cloud hanging over him on the sofa.
"Boss," he bowed slightly, greeting him respectfully.
In just a few days, Huo Zhenyang’s already deep-set eyes seemed more sunken, making his nose appear even more prominent and lean, his features exuding an indescribable sharpness.
At that moment, with his hands clasped together like a bridge and his resolute chin resting on his fingertips, he resembled a leopard ready to burst into action at any moment.
"Speak," he said in a cold voice, and the air seemed to freeze instantly.
The lawyer cautiously reported, "The police still can’t find any evidence to favor the lady. Boss, you have used your authority to delay this case for a long time to let the police find evidence. The outside world is starting to doubt you, even criticizing you... I’m afraid we can’t keep dragging this on."
"I only want to hear the latest developments in the case. Cut the crap."
The lawyer could only report directly, "At present, all the conclusive evidence and the case point to the lady," he paused, "...things are getting worse."
Seeing the man’s grim face waiting for more, the lawyer took a deep breath and continued, "The trial is about to begin, and given the situation, the chances of winning the case are... very slim." Here he mustered his courage to make a suggestion:
"The difference between premeditated murder and a crime of passion is significant. Once the lady is convicted of premeditated murder, it would mean life imprisonment. But... if the lady admits to accidental killing, her sentence will be greatly reduced, at least she won’t be imprisoned for so long. The legal team and I advise that it would be better for the lady to admit to accidental killing, as it would be better for you too, avoiding further scrutiny from the media and the public."
Before the lawyer finished speaking, the man tilted his face up, his eyes dark and chilling, and a cold smile hooked at the corner of his lips:
"Tell her to admit to accidental killing?"
The lawyer swallowed nervously, "Yes."
As soon as the words fell, the man on the sofa abruptly stood up, instantly enveloping the room with a cold draft. In a few quick steps, like an enraged leopard, he grabbed the lawyer’s collar and lifted him forcefully, his voice hoarse and low:
"I employ a whole lot of you good-for-nothings just to have you tell her to plead guilty?"
With a strong shove, the lawyer was thrown backward, almost flying through the air, and crashed down heavily on the floor, hitting the side table. The tea set clattered to the ground.
Seeing Boss’s face as stormy as a blizzard, the lawyer gasped for air, got up, endured the pain, but still felt compelled to continue persuading:
"Boss, the outside world, whether it’s the media, the citizens, or your political adversaries, are too focused on the lady’s case. What they’re really watching is not the lady—it’s you! If there’s no evidence to prove the lady’s innocence, they won’t allow her to clear her name. The chance of winning the case is really slim—"
His complexion fell bit by bit, as if covered by eternal frost. His knuckles turned pale and blue from curling too tightly.
He thought that with his protection, she could live a life free of worries.
In the end, was it his status that harmed her?
After a long pause, she turned and headed upstairs. Reaching the staircase, she stiffened, stopped, and turned around:
"Notify all media in Yunling to hold a press conference for me."
*
The narrow, damp detention cell remained as lonely and desolate as ever.
Days had passed, and he still hadn’t come.
Fang Yao had visited her several times.
But he hadn’t come.
Her daddy and mommy had flown back from abroad to Yunling the moment they heard she was in trouble.
They didn’t even take a breath after landing, immediately rushing to the detention center.
Upon arriving at the detention center, Xia Tingxuan burst into tears at the sight of her daughter, completely losing her composure.
Chu Yanhan, however, wore a stern face and immediately turned to contact Huo Family’s lawyers and connections in China, setting out to deal with Jiayi’s case.
Even though China was not S Country, their Chu Family’s daughter certainly couldn’t suffer this silent grievance and be wrongly accused!
Perhaps seeing her daddy and mommy had returned, Jiayi’s chaotic emotions had somewhat steadied.
But deep down, an inexplicable unease had crept in, stronger than before.
Her mommy came to the detention center every day, while her daddy was busy running around for her case, often leaving Fang Yao to accompany her mommy here.
Lately, Xia Tingxuan looked terribly haggard, hemming and hawing each visit, as if she wanted to say something but held back for fear of upsetting Jiayi.
As visiting hours neared their end that day, Xia Tingxuan finally ventured just before leaving, "Has he really not come to see you at all?"
Truth be told, Xia Tingxuan had guessed as much without needing Jiayi to say it.
She came to the detention center every day but had never seen anyone from the Huo Family, not so much as an assistant or a maid.
Jiayi was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile: "There are many reporters surrounding him outside... it’s probably not convenient, and he’s also busy with my lawsuit, no time, I guess."
"Busy? No matter how busy, he should find the time," said Xia Tingxuan, looking at her daughter, whose once lively eyes had lost their spark in a matter of days, her face now thin as a board and pale as paper. She was both heartbroken and furious, "You’re going through such a major incident now... He knows this is when you need comfort the most. Where is the responsibility that he as a husband should bear? When I agreed to your marriage, it was because I saw that he could take care of you and Zaizai, but now..."
Fearing that Jiayi would be hurt by these words, Fang Yao quickly interrupted Xia Tingxuan: "Aunt Xia, Jiayi is right, you and Uncle Chu have seen the situation outside clearly. With the media and some radical citizens and Derek’s political enemies, they’re watching his every move. If he came to visit Jiayi, it would surely stir up more rumors. Besides, he must be dealing with Jiayi’s case right now..."
"What I’m afraid of is that he’s not dealing with Jiayi’s case, but— but his own reputation!" Xia Tingxuan couldn’t help but blurt out.
Jiayi’s face darkened.
