His Unveiled Passion

The sweltering summer heat seemed to drag on in Rivertown. Eventually, more than half a month had come and gone.

One of the cases that Jacobson Corporation had entrusted to Tessa was scheduled to go on trial in late June.

Stephen and Lester had both attended the hearing.

Tessa sat at the plaintiff's attorney's table within the solemn courtroom. She was dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit and had an austere expression on her face. Her bright eyes seemed to possess the skill to see through one's very soul.

When she met her opponent's gaze, her eyes turned sharp and unwavering in their determination.

Once it was her turn to say her piece, her voice was clear and commanding, bolstering her carefully structured and logically sound argument to greater heights.

Tessa was like a master chess player as she gradually ensnared her opponent in the trap she had laid for them.

She had displayed her extraordinary adaptability to its fullest throughout the hearing.

She remained calm and composed in the face of the opposing lawyer's rebuttals and sharp questions. In fact, she was able to spot flaws they had and counter their arguments with evidence, leaving them scrambling.

The pace she used during her turn to speak varied, allowing it to crest and fall at just the right moments. As a result, she had full control over the courtroom, drawing the jury's attention into her argument.

was to no one's surprise that

and Lester left

judgment

cool tone. Then, he tilted his head at Tessa, regarding her with clear

and beamed. "Thank you

were amazing out there. I got to witness a top-notch

"Thanks," she said politely.

her playful response to Stephen earlier, Lester noticed that her word of thanks toward him was more-subdued. It lacked the same warmth and hint of mischief and his eyes

don't we have lunch together?"

Cooper. I still have a few questions for

court. All you have to do is wait for the ruling, Mr. Jacobson. What questions could you possibly

undeniable sharp edge to his

the least bit bothered. He merely chuckled softly and replied, "I'm the client, am I not? How is it any of your business if have questions for my attorney, Mr. Cooper? If I'm not mistaken, you weren't involved

hearing Stephen's response. However, his laughter held a trace of contempt. "I'm afraid you're only using that excuse to ask Ms. Yates out

what if I am?" Stephen shot

Lester's face immediately darkened.