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Ethan frowned in dissatisfaction when he heard how long it would take. "That's too long."

The interpreter listened to their conversation and said, "Yes, the train would be much faster."

"Do I look like someone who would take the train?" Ethan raised his eyebrows. If the assistant had not forgotten to book the ticket, he would have been sitting in the first-class cabin on the plane.

Airplanes, luxury cars, and cruise ships were his only means of travel. Nothing else.

The interpreter was silenced by his words.

The trains in Russia were nowhere as fast as the ones in A City. One would have to check in for the flight two hours in advance if one was going to B City, but one would only have to arrive at the rail station 30 minutes in advance.

Plus, getting from A City to B City on the train only took an hour or so.

Ethan opened his laptop and looked at the documents the interpreter had translated at the police station.

He did not dare be careless about Matysh's case, so he read it several times over, but he still could not think of how to win this lawsuit and protect Matysh.

He was even more curious about how Shandra would help Matysh deal with this lawsuit.

Ethan watched the car in front in silence.

It was the weekend, and there were many people out and about, so there was quite some traffic. By the time they reached B City, it was already three hours later.

Shandra's driver parked the car in front of a residential building.

Ethan saw Shandra getting out of the car, so he followed her and went up to her. "Ms. Cullen, is this it?"

Shandra glanced at the navigation map on her phone, and it showed the residential building in front of her. "This is it."

this country was impoverished and underdeveloped. I didn't notice that when I was in

front of them was time-worn, and the cement on the walls was peeling off everywhere, revealing the red bricks inside. After weathering, the red bricks were graying

his arrogant tone, Shandra rolled her eyes. "Mr. Ethan, do you know how much the building in

be worth?" Ethan's voice was full of

could not even compare to an estate in Russia

guessed. The building may be run-down, but the owner of it

developed, and every inch of land was costly. This residential building may be shabby, but the wealth and power of its owner should not be

one. This building was not completely dilapidated, so it could still be rented

was not like they lived here, so there was no need to rebuild

tongue and frowned. He did not expect that the land alone would cost that much. If B City's land price was so high, this place

houses were this

glanced at the concrete floor under his feet that were full of holes, and he puckered his lips

go and ring the doorbell of 601." Shandra glanced at the documents. The mother of the girl who committed suicide lived in

money to choose to

would not have chosen to live in such

boss did not even give this family a single penny so that they could wash off their crimes. They even framed the breadwinner of the house. In the end, he could not

the file with

her client with everything she could as a lawyer, this case still aroused resentment in

for a few seconds before

one's answering the door." Yvette

she knew that Yvette had a sense of responsibility and would do

nodded. "I did, and she said that she'd be home

at home, but nobody opened

but nobody answered

were a few foreign people outside, so she held

you help us find the resident of

are you?" The middle-aged woman was still