Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 697: Chapter 697 Adjournment_1

Whether it was Charlotte Bishop’s testimony, or Sister Katherine’s testimony, both were sufficient to prove that Lindsay Carpenter went to the villa to provide services for Leon Brown entirely of her own free will!

Even if she was injured in the process of providing services, it was because Lindsay Carpenter voluntarily offered high-star-level services, not because she was forced!

Marcel Jefferson had not expected the situation to take such an adverse turn.

He had managed to play a good hand terribly! Even if the court session was adjourned for an hour now, what could an hour do? It was merely enough time for lunch!

He had even lost hope in the upcoming injury report.

Even if the injury report were submitted as evidence, he feared it would be ineffective, for the opposition could easily claim those were services Lindsay Carpenter provided voluntarily!

Lindsay Carpenter asked Marcel Jefferson, “Mr. Jefferson, are we going to lose?”

Although filled with a sense of defeat, Marcel Jefferson still tried to encourage her, “Don’t worry, even if we don’t make it this time, we still have the opportunity to appeal.”

“If we can’t find favorable new evidence, even an appeal would likely result in the same verdict,” Purple Summers said, her rationality verging on cold detachment at this moment.

Marcel Jefferson naturally understood this principle all too well and sunk into despondency without a word.

There was no hint of light in Lindsay Carpenter’s eyes. She was fighting this lawsuit entirely for money. Losing would mean no money, no money meant no treatment, and at not even thirty years old, was she supposed to just die?

She didn’t want to die!

She hadn’t lived enough!

“There was a time I was particularly short on money, so I asked Sister Katherine to increase my star rating. But later, when my body couldn’t take it anymore, I asked her to lower it again!” Lindsay Carpenter’s face was ashen as she blankly said, “They conspired to harm me.”

The documents printed out by the opposition must have been from before the change, but Lindsay Carpenter had no way to prove her innocence.

As they exited the courtroom, they saw reporters swarm in, surrounding Leon Brown not far away.

“Mr. Leon Brown, is the night club hostess’s accusation of rape true?”

“When will the court session come to a verdict?”

“There are rumors that you have a fetish for sexual abuse, is that true?”

Leon Brown’s lawyer blocked those reporters, speaking righteously, “This accusation is absolutely groundless! It is malicious extortion! We will not compromise; after the court hearing concludes, we will file a lawsuit for defamation!”

Lindsay Carpenter, upon hearing the lawyer’s words, felt rage burning through her insides.

If this case was lost, she was as good as waiting for death! And Leon Brown, as if feeling she wasn’t dying fast enough, was going to sue her!

“You bastard!” Lindsay Carpenter’s eyes were bloodshot as she rushed forward in a desperate attack, “Coward! Do you dare to do but not admit it?! The hair from down there is still in your wallet! What high ground are you pretending to take?! Come on, sue me! I’ll make sure none of what you did stays hidden! Have the guts to sue me!”

The reporters, like flies drawn to the scent of blood, pressed in on Lindsay Carpenter en masse. Cameras clicked incessantly, while microphones crowded around her mouth.

Leon Brown’s complexion turned iron blue, and in panic, he shouted, “Shut her up!”

But Lindsay Carpenter was hysterical, like someone who had reached the peak of desperation, ready to smash everything to smithereens!

She was about to die!

The courage of those facing death often bears a valor incomprehensible to the living!

The scene descended into chaos, as bailiffs hurried over to maintain order. Amid the bedlam, Leon Brown’s bodyguard landed a punch toward Lindsay Carpenter!

In the nick of time, Marcel Jefferson pulled Lindsay Carpenter back, taking the blow hard across his cheek, and was immediately knocked to the ground.

A rusty taste spread across Marcel Jefferson’s mouth as drops of crimson blood spattered on the floor. There were cries of shock from the crowd, and more photographers aimed their cameras at Mr. Jefferson, relentless in their shooting.

The headline of a rich young heir losing his temper and violently attacking an innocent lawyer was bound to be good news!