Chapter 225 A Two–Faced Man
“Why is it you two again?” came a voice laced with disdain.
Finished
Jean turned her head toward the sound–only to meet Mr. Lwain’s condescending glare. He stood with a briefcase in hand, seemingly fresh out of the parking garage. Walking beside him was the same female assistant Jean vaguely recognized from before.
Two familiar faces.
“You… you two…” Mindy stammered, quickly rising from the bench. She seemed nervous, worried Mr. Lwain might get the wrong idea. “Mr. Lwain, I didn’t come to see you. I was just-”
Mr. Lwain’s brows twitched sharply. His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Not here to see me? Then what, you’re hoping for someone better? There aren’t many here better than me, you know.”
His mockery was blatant, smug.
Mindy blinked, clearly caught off guard. She fumbled for a response. “I…”
Jean mentally scoffed, her expression cooling with disgust.
What a hypocrite.
He had refused Mindy’s request when it mattered, and now that she might be seeking other options, he had the nerve to sneer at her for it? Acting all wounded and superior?
Disgusting.
“Of course there are better lawyers than you,” Jean said coldly, cutting in without hesitation. Her sharp gaze locked onto him. “And weren’t you the one who rejected us in the first place? What, are we not allowed to find someone more qualified?”
She deliberately stressed the words more qualified.
Mr. Lwain turned his focus to her, his face twisting into a smirk. “Oh, I remember you,” he said. His eyes narrowed with a nasty glint. “You’re the one who claimed you could find Jolene, right?”
Jean didn’t even blink. Calm, collected, she gave a faint smirk. “I did say that.”
Pfft.
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