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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."

he commented, "They said that this country was impoverished and underdeveloped. I didn't notice that when

and the cement on the walls was peeling off everywhere, revealing the

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

could such a run-down building be worth?" Ethan's

that could not even compare to an estate in Russia would

must be worth over a million dollars," Shandra guessed. The building

of A City, it was still developed, and every inch of land was costly. This

dilapidated, so it could still be rented out. Relying on the rental income alone would not be an

here, so there was no need to

clicked his 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 run-down

that were

Shandra glanced at the documents. The mother of the girl who committed suicide lived in Unit

must not have much money to choose

have chosen to live in such a remote

the row of doorbells as her assistant, Yvette, walked over to ring the correct one. She was reminded that Matysh and that unscrupulous 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 take it

closed the

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

the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before pressing it again,

answering the door." Yvette looked

last night?" Shandra asked, but she knew that Yvette had a sense of responsibility and would do what

"I did, and she said that

said she would be at home, but nobody

again, but nobody

to open the door. She noticed that there were a few foreign people outside, so she held the key

resident of Unit 601?" Yvette struck up a conversation

you?" The middle-aged woman was still