Your Love Is My Weapon novel Chapter 87

Bert was a lawyer. Once he was serious, it was scary.

Marshal was really frightened by Bert's scolding.

He didn't want to go to jail.

He became quieter and sat in the dock.

At the moment, Caspar asked Helen's classmate, "Did you recognize the voice?"

Helen's classmate thought about it for a few seconds. Then she looked at Marshal, pointed at him, and said, "I heard his voice that day. It was the same roar."

"Nonsense! You must have heard wrong. It wasn't me. If you continue to talk nonsense, I'll kill you!" Marshal was always domineering and it was hard for him to change his temper for a moment. When he was irritated, he didn't even take the occasion into consideration.

Bert really wanted to curse him. 'Is he f*cking insane? How dare he threaten others at this moment?'

Caspar did not miss the chance to hit Marshal. He took the opportunity to ask, "Four years ago, it was you who caused a car accident. You were afraid of going to jail so you framed Arya and let her take the blame for you, right?"

"No. No." Marshal shook his head in a panic.

"It's you! On the day of the accident, you lost money gambling and were in a bad mood. You drank too much at the Tulip Private Club. When you drove home, you passed Jindu Road and caused a car accident. You were afraid of going to jail, so you framed the owner of the car to take the blame for you!"

"This is all a figment of your imagination. Do you have any evidence? If you don't, you're slandering my client!" Bert retorted quickly. He was afraid that Marshal would not be able to stand such an interrogation.

Marshal's face turned pale from fear because Caspar was telling the truth. He felt uneasy.

"Of course I have evidence!" Caspar said in a low voice, "Your honor, I have a witness to prove that what I just said is true."

He had put a lot of effort into this case, and this was the day he had been waiting for all these years.

How could he not be sure? He wanted to avenge his sister for what she had suffered during the past four years.

Soon, a new witness was seated. He was the manager of the underground casino and the waiter of the Tulip Private Club.

The witness proved that Marshal had lost a lot of money that day when he gambled. He said that Marshal was in a bad mood and had a fight with someone at the casino. It was only after the manager persuaded him that Marshal stopped.

After leaving the casino, Marshal went to the Tulip Private Club, played with some women, and drank a lot.

Then he had a car accident on the way home.

"Suspect, do you have anything else to defend?!"

Caspar asked sharply.

Marshal grabbed Bert. "You're my lawyer. You have to protect me, or you won't get any benefit!"

Bert frowned tightly. He had seen varieties of clients. Some couldn't control their temper and make a big fuss; some pretended to be crazy to get away with it, but he had never seen such a stupid client like Marshal.

He threatened whoever he could. He didn't think about his own situation!

Bert also felt that he was stupid enough to take this case. Marshal was incurable.

But before he came, he had already talked to Rufus. In this matter, he had to find a way to get the Jones Family involved.

Bert pulled Marshal and told him in a low voice that as long as he insisted that this matter was related to Xavier, he had a chance to be saved.

Bert knew clearly that it was almost impossible to win this lawsuit.

But if he could do what he promised Rufus, he wouldn't lose too badly.

In order to survive and not to go to jail, Marshal would dare to say anything no matter what impact it would have on others.

"How to say?" He could do it, but he was so stupid that he couldn't figure out what to say to get Xavier involved.

Bert shook his head. He felt that the man was completely incurable, but he resisted the urge to get angry.

"Just say that Xavier was with you the day of the accident."

Marshal nodded repeatedly.

"Does the defendant have any new evidence?"

Before Bert could say anything, Marshal couldn't wait to say, "When Howard died, Xavier was also there. He can prove that I didn't kill him."

Marshal was so selfish that he even dared to frame Xavier.

Caspar frowned. Xavier was unlucky enough to get acquainted with such a terrible family.

And he almost became a relative with such a family.

"What you said has nothing to do with this case. Does the accuser have anything else to say?"

"I have something to say." Bert stood up. Although he couldn't win, he could still have dirt on Arya.

"According to my investigation, Miss Harrison was still restless in prison. She had an affair with a prison guard named Jasper and was pregnant in prison. Even if the evidence proves that she was not the perpetrator, she is still a bad person!"

Caspar's face darkened and he snapped, "This is a personal attack!"

"But I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, you can ask the prison guard back then."

Caspar's face darkened. He had always known that Bert had a bad reputation in the circle, but he didn't expect him to be so despicable.

If he couldn't win the case, he would attack others personally.

Arya grabbed Caspar's arm. There was no need to pursue this. Although what Bert said sounded bad, she was indeed pregnant in prison.

It couldn't be erased.

But it implicated Jasper again. Jasper was clearly innocent, but just because of his close relationship with her, he had all kinds of a bad reputation.

When she thought of Jasper, Arya's eyes were slightly moist. She didn't know how he was. He had never contacted her for so long.

'How is he?'

Soon, she came back to her senses and thought about the case. For her, it didn't matter how she was discussed by others. What was important was that Marshal should be punished.

"Your honor, I have new evidence to provide. Everyone must know about the pornographic video that was spread on the internet two days ago.

Everyone only knew that the woman involved died because of the pressure of public opinion, but they ignored the man involved.

Why was there such a video? Why can only the woman's face be seen but not the man's face? "