Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 227

In the legal circles of the Republic of Valeria, there's a saying: in Alderburg, you turn to Julia Lawrence; in Northspire, you call on Nestor Leighton.

Lawrence, of course, refers to Julia Lawrence of Alderburg, while the "Leighton" in question is none other than the man standing before her now-Nestor Leighton, Northspire's most renowned attorney.

Both Julia and Nestor are legends among the new generation of lawyers, undefeated in the courtroom.

Especially Nestor Leighton.

There's an old joke: if you go up against Leighton-even when you have the law on your side you'll still come out battered and bruised.

So, word travels fast. Whenever people hear that Nestor Leighton is representing the other side, they know better than to bother fighting. Whoever doesn't have him on their team is almost guaranteed to lose.

Director Thomas had mentioned to her before that Penelope planned to take her to court to reclaim the antiques. He'd reassured her, saying as long as Penelope didn't hire one of the top lawyers, there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

Famous last words.

Not only had Penelope managed to hire a top lawyer-she'd secured the very best.

Serena looked up at the strikingly handsome man before her. "May I ask you a question?"

not an ounce of hostility. It was hard to imagine anyone associating

locking eyes with him. "With Penelope's connections, there's no way she could have convinced you to take this case. So tell

diplomatic smile. "I'm afraid I can't answer

"Is it someone I

said, "You...

through Serena's

as if nothing was amiss. "Miss Sullivan, I'm sorry, but I can't disclose my client's

his briefcase and

ease.

Aaron. Who else could pull off something like this? Just a few days ago, Aaron had told her she could never protect the antiques on her own. Now, suddenly, a top-tier attorney was

clout to bring in

that he'd

slammed the door shut, leaving Nestor

at the door's abrupt closure, then calmly slid the

his duty; the message was

frozen for a long moment, trembling before she finally regained control. She stared at the door, her eyes filled with nothing

already stepped aside and