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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."
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Ethan could not 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 other than A City was actually this run-down."
The residential building 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 too.
Listening to his arrogant tone, Shandra rolled her eyes. "Mr. Ethan, do you know how much
the building in front of you is worth?"
“How much could such a run-down building be worth?" Ethan's voice was full of disgust.
An old building like this that could not even compare to an estate in Russia would surely
be worth nothing.
"The land of this residential building alone must be worth over a million dollars," Shandra
guessed. The building may be run-down, but the owner of it could even be a multi-
millionaire.
Although the economy of B City was not as good as that of A 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 underestimated.
Usually, people who owned residential buildings like these would not just have one. This
building was not completely dilapidated, so it could still be rented out. Relying on the
rental income alone would not be an issue at all.
It was not like they lived here, so there was no need to rebuild it.
Ethan 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 must not be as poor as he thought
it was.
The houses were this run-down everywhere.
Ethan glanced at the concrete floor under his feet that were full of holes, and he puckered
his lips in contempt.
"Yvette, go and ring the doorbell of 601." Shandra glanced at the documents. The mother
of the girl who committed suicide lived in Unit 601.
She must not have much money to choose to live here.
If she had money, she would not have chosen to live in such a remote place.
Shandra looked at 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 anymore, so he committed
suicide.
She closed the file with disgust.
Although she had to defend her client with everything she could as a lawyer, this case still
aroused resentment in Shandra.
Yvette pressed the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before pressing it again, but no
one answered.
"Ms. Cullen, no one's answering the door." Yvette looked back at Shandra.
"Did you contact her last night?" Shandra asked, but she knew that Yvette had a sense of
responsibility and would do what she was told.
Yvette nodded. "I did, and she said that she'd be home today."
She said she would be at home, but nobody opened the door for them.
Yvette called her again, but nobody answered after ten or so rings.
After a while, a middle-aged woman came to open the door. She noticed that there were a
few foreign people outside, so she held the key in her hand and looked at them vigilantly
with curious eyes.
"Ma'am, can you help us find the resident of Unit 601?" Yvette struck up a conversation
with her.
"Unit 601? Who are you?" The middle-aged woman was still vigilant.
“Oh, we're lawyers. We're here to find the residents of Unit 601 to ask some questions."
Yvette quickly handed over her business card. Law and order in these remote places were
quite chaotic, so she understood the woman's wariness.
The middle-aged woman glanced at the business card and immediately understood.
"You're here for her daughter's case, right?"
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The middle-aged woman sighed and said, "She's quite pitiful. Her daughter and husband
are gone. Although they said that her husband committed suicide by jumping off a
building, I think it was that foreigner and the boss who were to blame. You're lawyers. Can
you prosecute them?"
The rape case garnered a lot of attention here.
They even thought that the girl's father committed suicide because he could not stand the
slander, and this tragedy was because of that unscrupulous boss.
Shandra's expression was twisted, and her neck was stiff. She wanted to nod at the
woman's question, but she was on Matysh's side, so she could bring herself to do so.
The interpreter froze too.
He dared not interpret what the middle-aged woman said to Ethan, lest he got angry.
"Why did you stop?" Ethan looked at the interpreter suspiciously. He could not understand
their language.
"I'm done interpreting, Mr. Ethan," the interpreter said through gritted teeth. Ethan had
always stood up for Matysh, so he was afraid that interpreting what the middle-aged lady
said would trigger him.
Ethan frowned in disbelief.
Yvette realized that something was wrong, so she immediately stepped forward to
continue the topic on the resident in Unit 601. "Ma'am, we came here today to ask her
some questions. Can you pass on the message for us?"
They were not allowed to go up without the consent of the host family.
At this moment, the middle-aged woman suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh,
Lisa. She's not home now. I saw her at the little milk tea shop on the corner of the street.
She seemed to be talking to someone. She was also wearing a suit like you all. Why don't
you go over and look for her there?"
Yvette looked at Shandra.
"Let's go." Shandra decided immediately.
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