Mindy and Sofia stood dazedly off to the side, unable to grasp what was going on.
Sofia had never seen Jolene before, but she could tell from the atmosphere that this woman was someone important.
Jolene casually turned her head, her sharp, blade–like gaze landing directly on Mr. Lwain.
A mocking curve tugged at the corners of her lips. “Of course. Why else would I show up?”
With that, she stepped toward him.
Mr. Lwain wasn’t tall. Wearing heels, Jolene towered over him. Her eyes looked down on him, cold and commanding.
“I heard everything,” Jolene said, her smile thin, the chill in her eyes spreading like ice.
Mr. Lwain felt like he was being crushed under pressure, unable to breathe.
“If this little girl got me to take the case,” Jolene tilted her brow slightly, “you said you’d kneel down and bark like a dog?”
As soon as those words fell, Mr. Lwain’s scalp tingled. His face drained of color.
His lips trembled. “Ms. Jolene… I was just joking…”
Jolene stared at him blankly for a moment, then looked at Jean. “Hey. He says it was a joke. That true?”
Jean shook her head firmly. “Of course not. That was a serious bet.”
Jolene turned back, gaze colder. “She says it wasn’t a joke, Mr. Lwain. What do you say now?”
Mr. Lwain instinctively took a step back. His palms were drenched in sweat.
“I… I didn’t think too much at the time. I just said it casually…”
Jolene wasn’t buying it. She crossed her arms, her chin slightly raised. “Casual? As a lawyer, you throw around promises like that and then act like they don’t count?”
Her eyes bore into him like steel. Mr. Lwain’s lips twitched. He was sweating through his collar.
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