Chapter 2
Priscilla paused for a moment, then continued folding clothes.
‘Just tidying up my clothes”
After getting married, scenes like this are not uncommon.
Angelo thought she was doing housework again, didn’t pay much attention, and got up to wash up.
After tidying up the last few things, Priscilla put the box back in its place, and then she heard the doorbell ring.
She didn’t know who came so early, but when she opened the door, she saw Miley.
She was wearing a white dress, looking elegant, with a gentle smile on her face.
“Oh…you must be Angelo’s wife, right? Hi, I’m his old friend Miley. Is he home now?”
Priscilla stared at her for a moment, nodded, and motioned for her to come in.
Angelo just happened to come out and saw her, looking slightly surprised.
Her eyes were filled with joy, but her voice was still cold. “Why are you here?”
Miley lowered her head and took out a document from her bag, “Angelo, you know, this time back home. I’ve made up
my mind to get a divorce, but my case is quite difficult, no lawyer is willing to take it, can you help me?”
No sooner had the words fallen, Angelo reached out and took the documents.
“Sure.”
After that, he called the law firm partners and asked them to transfer all his current cases, as he wanted to focus solely
on this divorce case.
The person on the other end of the phone was shocked, “Angelo, our law firm handles criminal cases, why suddenly take
on a divorce case?”
‘Plus, after hearing the situation you outlined, the parties involved couldn’t provide strong evidence to prove that their
marriage had indeed broken down, so the court is likely to reject the divorce appeal
‘I suggest you have your client contact a civil lawyer They specialize in this area and it’s better to let them hand it 19
also say something harsh, you don’t need to risk your perfect winning record for a case that is very likely to lose it will
only lower your reputation”
He was always giving advice, and he didn’t hide his emphasis on fame and fortune
To make sure Miley was in the loop. the speakers were on
She got a little flustered after listening. “Well, forget it then. I’ll go find another lawyer
Before she could finish, Angelo decisively said. “No heed I will take full responsibility for those
Chapter 2
preparing for the tour, don’t overthink it.”
Priscilla, watering plants on the balcony, ‘saw it all and listened to the whole thing. With her experience handling over a thousand divorce cases, she knew that Miley had an eighty percent chance of losing.”
Angelo had never dealt with a divorce case before this, with zero experience in the matter. Even though he was incredibly talented, he needed to first understand and familiarize himself with the relevant laws.
This took a lot of time.
And this was also an international divorce, involving numerous legal regulations between different states belonging to
the country of Truonga.
So no matter how powerful he was, it was still very difficult for him to win this lawsuit.
Cases like this, which are thankless, exhausting, and likely to fail, are definitely not something the old, sensible Angelo
would have taken on.
And the reason he agreed so firmly was simply because the one getting divorced was Miley.
It was just his first love that he could never forget.
Priscilla looked away.
And the following week, Angelo really ditched all his work and spent all day at home flipping through various legal codes
and case files.
The light in the study room was on all night.
Miley would come over every day, saying she was “checking on the progress of the case.”
He knew her taste well, so he would make coffee before she arrived; he would also take the time to trim the branches
and change the water of the flowers she brought as a thank you; and because she casually mentioned that the study
lamp was too dim, he even changed it overnight…
As for whether Priscilla liked tea or coffee, what flowers and plants were grown at home, which lights were broken and
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