Chapter 354 Cabbage

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

"I'm visiting Mr. Verma." He sat down by himself.

"My dad isn't home." She stared at him.

"Going out so early?" Ron glanced at his watch. It was not yet ten o'clock.

Tsk, don’t judges in New Delhi start work in the afternoon?

"He's in a meeting. I don't know when he'll be back."

"Really? That's a shame." Ron glanced at the stairs and then sat still.

The girl widened her eyes. Why didn’t this man leave?

"Don't you even have a cup of tea for the guests?" Ron looked at the other person shamelessly.

The girl grumbled reluctantly and directed the servant to the kitchen to prepare tea.

"What time does your father go to work every day?"

"have no idea."

"Wow, that's really free. It's better to be a judge. No one will control you."

"Dad works until ten o'clock every night. He works very hard and is a good judge." The girl immediately retorted.

"Really? Then why aren't you at work yet?"

"nonsense!"

"Guess where I just came from? The Scales of Justice, there's not even a lizard there."

"Because... because my father is sick. He is not feeling well."

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely!"

"May I have your name?"

"Isha." As soon as the words came out, the girl covered her mouth with her hand.

Her bright eyes flickered twice, as if she was annoyed by her quick words.

"My name is Ron." He chuckled. "Isa, I have something to ask your father."

"What's up?"

"A matter that requires legal justice."

She showed an interested look, but didn't say anything. She just blinked her eyes, as if to say, "Speak up! Speak up!"

"You know, in Tamil Nadu, a woman was arrested by the police just because she had a few extra clothes hidden at home."

"How come?" she was surprised.

"Right? You find it incredible too. They didn't even have any evidence. They just said her wealth came from unknown sources, and then they sent that poor woman to jail."

"No! She must be an official!" Isa suddenly realized.

She wrinkled her nose and looked at Ron unhappily.

The morning sun shone into the house, and the sunlight passed through the carved glass, sprinkling on her straight nose.

She was very fair, with a high nose and deep eyes. Her eyelashes were also very long, and when the light hit her, her shadow was clearly visible.

If she wasn't wrapped in a light-colored sari, it wouldn't be wrong to say she was a foreign woman.

"She's an official, sure," Ron admitted, "but there are legal procedures, right?"

"It seems." Isa felt that what he said made some sense.

"Without any evidence or witnesses, the court has issued an arrest warrant. This is a joke. God bless her. Those clothes were just gifts her family bought for her from Mumbai."

"Have you been to Bombay?"

"Oh, of course, I have some business there. In the past year or so, I have also been to Madras, Ahmedabad, Dubai, and Lucknow."

"Dubai? I heard it's a city in the desert?"

"It's actually a pretty good place. It's right by the sea, and the resort hotel has stunning views. There are also glass-walled buildings hundreds of meters high, and jaw-dropping underwater pedestrian tunnels. If you look up, you'll see fish swimming past you."

"Really? How can someone walk underwater?"

"It's glass. Just like when you look out the window, the plants, fish and shrimp in the water are clearly visible. You can reach out and touch them."

"That's great. Dad won't let me go anywhere." Isa held her chin with her eyes shining.

"I'll take you there when I have time."

"real?"

“Of course, I also have people I know in Dubai. When I get there, it feels like home.”

"Then it's settled, I..."

"Cough!" A cough came from the stairs.

A man in slippers came down. He had a shiny slicked-back hair and wore black-framed glasses.

His face was stern and he had a certain dignity. He first glanced at Isa with a reproachful look before finally looking at Ron with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Dad!" Isa stood up happily, walked over and held his arm.

"Isa, Dad is receiving guests, you go upstairs." The frost melted and a warm smile appeared on the man's face.

"Are you still going to work today? Oh, no, you are not feeling well right now." Isa nodded and said with certainty.

The man was somewhat helpless and could only wave his hands, "Be obedient, leave this to Dad."

"Oh," Isa said sullenly, glancing towards the sofa.

Ron winked at her and mouthed something.

"Cough!" The man coughed again.

Ron could hear the dissatisfaction clearly even from a few steps away.

"Mr. Verma." He stood up and bowed.

"Mr. Sur, why are you here?" The man nodded and sat down.

"I went to the Scales of Justice first, but couldn't find anyone to ask for directions."

"Maybe there is some festival today." Wilma looked a little unnatural.

There must be someone who would go to the office so early.

He was informed as Ron just walked in.

As the Chief Justice, I have so many visitors every day, some wanting to curry favor with others, and some wanting to give me money.

Those judges from other places were eager to get close to Verma, hoping that he would get them to the courts in big cities.

He has the power to appoint and dismiss the judicial system, and all judges and lawyers in India have to rely on his face.

The merchants gave money to beg for mercy. They were simply involved in a crime and hoped that Verma's words would pardon their crimes.

There were too many people who wanted to take shortcuts, and Verma couldn't meet them, so he simply closed the door and refused to see them.

He originally wanted to ask Isa to send Ron away, but he didn't expect that after just a few words, he was almost deceived.

He had to come out. Isa was his youngest daughter, the apple of his eye. How could he let others covet her?

Verma was rude to Ron, saying that no matter how great an entrepreneur you are, you are no match for the Chief Justice.

"It's like this, Mr. Verma." Ron was very humble and briefly explained what happened in Tamil Nadu.

"I can't help you with this matter." Velma refused without thinking.

Are you kidding? Is it that easy to get involved in something involving political struggle?

Of course he had heard about Jayalalithaa's case, which had caused a stir not only in Tamil Nadu but also in other parts of India.

Moreover, there are nearly fifty charges against the former chief minister, and the Delhi High Court has also gone through the materials.

"This case may indeed be complicated, but it is also true that the Tamil courts operated in violation of regulations."

"Until the facts of the case become clearer, the Supreme Court will not interfere with the actions of the local court."

"This is against the rules. Can't New Delhi give them a warning?"

"Mr. Sur, please go back. I have to go to the General's Mansion in the afternoon." Wilma stood up and saw the guest off.

He made up his mind not to get involved in this matter. Not only would it cause trouble, but it would also be of no benefit to him.

At Verma's current position, nothing can impress him anymore.

What he cared about more was his reputation, and he didn't want any complications in the collegial chamber he led.

As Chief Justice he has immense power and can ignore anyone except the current President of India.

See, this is also a kind of judicial independence.

If Ron wasn't also a well-known figure, he wouldn't even sit down and talk so much.

After leaving Velma's mansion, Ron was not discouraged. Not everything in the world can be solved with money.

This trip to New Delhi may not solve the problem as quickly as imagined.

He first called Kavya and was relieved when he learned that she had taken action and that other officials had not pleaded guilty.

Kavya used her identity as a reporter to directly announce to the outside world that Jayalalithaa's jewelry and clothes were all given to her by her niece.

A single stone stirs up a thousand ripples, and the media in Tamil Nadu has become lively again.

This may sound incredible at first, after all, it is a fortune worth hundreds of millions of rupees.

She is just a reporter for Times of India and there is no way she can earn that much salary.

At this time, Kaavia inadvertently showed her pendant to the camera, which had a photo of her and Ron on it.

Wow! Big news!

Faced with the barrage of questions from her colleagues, Kavya did not give a direct answer, but her meaning was obvious.

She doesn't have that much money, but her boyfriend does.

Not to mention that many people accepted this statement, after all, Jayalalithaa never explained the origin of those things.

If it is bought by a family member, it is understandable not to disclose it to the outside world for the purpose of protecting privacy.

Although the Tamil court did not make any statement, Jayalalithaa's pressure was obviously much less.

Things had calmed down, and Ron was no longer so anxious.

He was playing hide and seek with Velma now, he was in no hurry, he had plenty of time.

"Did you see clearly? Are you sure it's him?"

"Young Master, I have been here all the time. It must be him. The judge has gone out!" Yi Shang quickly assured.

"Okay, do as I say and throw this box into that window." Ron pointed to the second floor of the mansion not far away.

"Yes, young master." Yi Shang led his men away.

They got a ladder from somewhere, looked around and saw no one, then started setting up the ladder right there.

Because there was no wall for the ladder to hang on, several people relied on manpower to support it, using their feet and shoulders to force the ladder to stand up.

Yi Shang climbed up tremblingly, and the people below gritted their teeth and tried their best to hold on.

God bless that window, it's open!

Yi Shang took a look from a distance of two or three meters, and threw the box in his hand out with a "whoosh".

Plop! It hit the carpet in the room.

"Great!" He waved his hand proudly.

As a result, the person below failed to catch him because of this action. Yi Shang lost his balance and fell.

"Ouch!" A sound of pain was heard.

A graceful figure appeared at the upstairs window, and she looked outside, only to see several people fleeing in panic, the last one limping and looking very embarrassed.

She raised her eyebrows and wanted to say something, but she saw a car on the side of the road rolled down its window.

It's him!

Isa was a little surprised.

Ron pulled out a box and waved it at her, smiling.

Isa looked at the box in her hand. It was exactly the same as the box that had just been thrown into the room.

There was a note on it, roughly telling her what to do with the contents of the box.

Isa carefully opened it and found a black pocket machine.

"Cellphone?" She read the instructions in amazement.

Without giving it much thought, she quickly turned on the computer according to the instructions.

Long before Yi Shang threw it out, the battery and SIM card of the mobile phone had been installed.

So when Isha finished turning on her phone, there was a beep and a text message came.

"Hello, Isa, do you want to go out and play?"

Hehe, you didn’t expect that.

Nokia phones from 1996 could already send text messages.

(End of this chapter)