Chapter 3599, 3611 [A Useful Bourbon]

“There are surveillance cameras overhead, and colleagues who talk to me every now and then… In this law firm, my alibi is perfect—even Uzo wouldn’t be able to easily pull me onto the stage.”

Curaço leaned back in her not-so-comfortable office chair, but felt much more relaxed than usual. She thought to herself:

"I postponed the 7 p.m. meeting to 8 p.m. If he calls again at 8 p.m., I'll postpone it to 9 p.m.... and so on until tomorrow."

Although this would likely enrage the client, Curaçao was only interacting with him in this manner to save trouble—and if the price of "saving trouble" was having to step onto Uzo's stage... she would rather immediately tear up the contract and find the most troublesome way.

"Meeting Uzo in the shopping district this afternoon is probably no simple coincidence. If President Nakamoto is still alive by tonight, I'd better hand over this mission to someone else."

As for who exactly "others" are...

Bourbon is a good choice.

Curaçao poured herself a cup of coffee, silently preparing herself to work through the night. Then she closed her eyes and began to ponder what conditions she should offer Bourbon in exchange for the mission if President Nakamoto really hadn't died.

Just then, I heard the sound of high heels coming from upstairs.

The footsteps came down the stairs, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped beside her.

"?" Curaçao opened her eyes and was surprised to find that the person who came was actually Eri Kisaki.

She immediately sat up straighter, alert: although the undefeated queen of the legal world in front of her didn't seem to have a close relationship with Uzo... but the thought that this person was Ran Mouri's mother, and that Ran Mouri was Uzo's right-hand woman, made Curaçao immediately go into battle mode.

She wore the expression befitting Ms. Shirai, and asked in confusion, "Attorney Kisaki? What is it?"

Eri Kisaki pushed up her glasses: "Kuriyama said you seem unusual today—as your colleague and senior, if you have any worries, you can talk to me, and maybe I can help you."

Curaçao: "..." Can you help? Can you kill Nakamoto, or take down Uzo?

She thought to herself, but politely shook her head and said, "I'm fine, thank you."

Eri Kisaki didn't leave just like that. She glanced at the file folder on Curaçao's desk and whispered, "It's about Mr. Nakamoto, isn't it?"

Curaçao: "?!"

You actually said it so bluntly... Are you also a veteran puppet of Uzo, the kind who can directly participate in cases behind the scenes!?

The thought briefly flashed through his mind, but was quickly suppressed by Curaçao's rational thinking.

—Based on her observations, although Eri Kisaki is not entirely innocent either, it seems that the lawyer's connection with Usa is not that deep, otherwise "Lawyer Shirai" would have jumped ship and run away long ago, regardless of the cost.

But if that's the case, how is it that Eri Kisaki can accurately say what she's thinking?

After a brief moment of confusion, Curaçao suddenly realized something and gradually understood.

Seeing the complicated expression on her face, Eri Kisaki felt she understood.

The senior lawyer moved closer and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Did he invite you to his house tonight?"

Curaçao's mind raced, and like a clear-headed intern, she asked, "How did you know?"

Eri Kisaki sighed: "Although we shouldn't talk about clients behind their backs, to be honest, Mr. Nakai isn't a very law-abiding person—he has all sorts of lawsuits every year. And from what we've observed, he really enjoys interacting with female lawyers, especially those young girls who have just become lawyers and are inexperienced in the ways of the world. He's even been to the police station for harassment before."

“I’ve tried my best to only introduce him to male lawyers so he can focus on the case itself. But I didn’t expect that you would take on his case while I was just away on a business trip.”

Curaçao said with a worried expression, "After I accepted his invitation, I felt that the time and place were not quite right, but he refused to change it... Maybe Mr. Nakamoto really just wanted to talk about the case and didn't think about anything else?"

Eri paced back and forth a few times, thought for a moment, and said, "Even if you refuse today, he'll just use the same trick again tomorrow or the day after, and it won't solve the problem... How about this, I'll go with you. With other people around, he should be more restrained—anyway, it's not long before the court hearing, as long as you get through these last few days, you won't have to take his cases anymore."

Curaçao: "..."

Could you go by yourself without me? ...Forget it, that sounds too inhumane. If I actually said that, I probably wouldn't have a place in the law firm anymore.

Eri thought the shy and taciturn female lawyer was afraid of causing her trouble, so she used her extraordinary initiative to gather up Attorney Shirai's documents and hand them to her, then pulled her to her feet: "Let's go, don't be shy."

Curaçao: "..."

...

7:30 p.m.

The apartment where the Nakamoto family lives.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Who cares about its flaws, just sell it!" President Nakamoto sat at his romantically decorated candlelit dining table, one hand setting a wine glass, the other on the phone.

"Remember this: our house is perfect. Once we get the money, if any defects are found during the inspection, that's the client's own problem!"

"..."

"Conscience? Can conscience feed you? You've been working for me for a year already, and you're still being so fussy! If you keep spouting this nonsense, get back to your hometown and stop wasting your time at my company!"

Just as he was cursing the idiot subordinate on the other end of the phone, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Hmm?" President Nakamoto glanced at the door, then his eyes lit up as if he had thought of something. "Alright, that's enough for now. I have other things to do."

He hung up the phone, stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked gracefully toward the door.

—It's finally here!

That annoying lawyer Fei was so vigilant. There were so many young and beautiful female lawyers in the firm, yet he could only see them but never touch them. Now that he had finally gotten his hands on one, he couldn't let her go easily.

Thinking to himself with satisfaction, he strode to the door, put on the composed smile befitting a successful person, and opened the door.

An icicle was visible behind the door.

A flash of cold light, and the figure outside the door lunged forward, forcefully plunging an ice spike into his heart.

"You, you..." President Nakamoto clutched the ice pick stuck in his heart, staggering backward, his face full of confusion. "You, why..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell backward with a thud, closing his eyes in despair.