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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."

country was impoverished and underdeveloped. I didn't notice that when I was in A City, but

the walls was peeling off everywhere, revealing the red bricks inside. After weathering, the red bricks

to his arrogant tone, Shandra rolled her eyes. "Mr. Ethan, do

be worth?" Ethan's voice was

not even compare to an estate in Russia would surely be worth

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

City, it was still 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

just have one. This building was not completely dilapidated, so it could still be rented out. Relying on the rental income alone would

they lived here, so there was no need

did not expect that the land alone would cost that much. If B City's land price was so high, this place must not be as

houses were this

at the concrete floor under his feet that were full of

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

much money to choose to live

money, she would not have

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

the file

her client with everything she could

for a few seconds

no one's answering the door."

knew that Yvette had a sense of

"I did, and she

at home, but nobody opened the door

called her again, but nobody answered after ten

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

of Unit 601?"

you?" The middle-aged woman was