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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."

help but click his tongue as he commented, "They said that this country was impoverished and underdeveloped. I didn't notice that when I was in A City, but I didn't think that every other place

cement on the walls was peeling off everywhere, revealing the red bricks

rolled her eyes. "Mr. Ethan, do you know how much

much could such a run-down building be

building like this that could not even compare

worth over a million dollars," Shandra guessed.

still developed, and every inch of land was costly.

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

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

alone would cost that much. If B City's land price was

were

were full of holes, and he

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

have much money to choose to

would not have chosen to live in such a

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

the

she could as

and waited for a few seconds before pressing it again, but no one

no one's answering the door."

Shandra asked, but she knew that Yvette had a sense of responsibility and

nodded. "I did, and she

at home, but nobody

again, but nobody

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

you help us find the resident of Unit 601?" Yvette struck up

Who are you?" The