Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 557

Thea was startled and asked, “T-then, what should we do?”

The lawyer shook her head slightly and said, “T-There isn’t anything we can do now. I’m not sure about winning this lawsuit. There is only one thing we can do right now, and that is to get them to drop the case against James so he can avoid imprisonment.”

Quincy frowned, took a deep breath, and said, “I see. You may head back first.”

“Alright, Ms. Xenos.”

The lawyer turned around and left.

“What should we do now, Quincy? I believe James. What he said must be the truth. He must’ve been framed.”

Quincy said helplessly, “I also believe James. However, all the evidence isn’t looking good for him.”

“Then, what should we do next?”

“We should head back for now. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Quincy took Thea and left.

James was not an ordinary person.

He was the boss of the Transgenerational Group.

Since there was no evidence to get him out, they could only try to reach a settlement.

James could only get Scarlett to reach out to Zigmund.

Custody room.

James was lying on the wooden bed and thinking about the situation.

‘Could it be that the people who drugged me and framed me are trying to stop me from participating in the medical conference? What are they trying to do during the medical conference?”

James murmured.

He had an intuition that he was most likely correct.

‘Since that’s the case, I’d like to see what you guys are trying to do.”

He stood up, walked toward the door, and knocked. Then, he shouted, “Anyone? Is anyone around? I need to make a phone call.”

Soon, a policeman walked over and reprimanded, “Why are you yelling? Be quiet. You’ve no right to make any calls right now.”

“Sir, you better be careful with how you talk to me. Do you know who I am? Do you know who I’m trying to call? Well, I can give you the number, and you can make the call for me. How about that?”

“Pfft. You’re just the son-in-law of the Callahans. Do you think I’m afraid of you? Your life is over. You’ll be spending the rest of your life in prison.”

“Sir, please just make a phone call for me. I need to call the Blithe King.”

“The Blithe King? Who do you think you are, brat? Do you expect me to trust you just because you say you’re calling the Blithe King?”

“Call it if you don’t believe me. I’ll pass you the number.”

“Sure, give me the number. I want to see who you are to call the Blithe King.”

James gave him the number.

The policeman took out his cell phone and dialed the number.

The Blithe King’s personal phone rang, but it was an unknown number. After hesitating, he answered as not many people knew his private number.