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.

end, it was to no one's surprise that

the hearing ended, Tessa, Stephen, and Lester left

the written judgment in a few

in his usual cool tone. Then, he tilted his head at

him and beamed. "Thank you for the compliment,

to witness a top-notch lawyer

"Thanks," she said politely.

of thanks toward him was more-subdued. It lacked the same warmth and hint of mischief and his eyes dimmed

why don't we have

I still have a few questions

you have to do

sharp

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 in the case. Don't you think

of contempt. "I'm afraid you're only using that excuse to ask Ms. Yates out on a date, Mr.

I am?" Stephen shot him

Lester's face immediately darkened.