Reborn of Devil Prosecutor as Invincible Doctor

Intriguing case

Laughter, effervescent and infectious, bubbles up from the souls of the yacht's occupants, infusing the air with a palpable joy. It swirls like an invisible dance, entwined with the sea breeze that gently caresses their faces. The night has already bestowed upon them a gift of radiant weather, and their hearts, already flashing with contentment, now bask in the collective glow of camaraderie.

In this enchanting moment, the exquisite wine they have procured from the auction is not merely a beverage, but a conduit for mirth and connection. It is as if the very notes of their laughter have been poured into each glass, rendering the wine a sweet elixir that can warm the coldest of hearts and light up even the most splendid of nights.

" You got a loyal dog, Mr. Bradley! The case is announced as a cold within two weeks. Without any further investigation!"

The corner of the man's lips raises with satisfaction, as he remarks. The devious grin in the corner of the lips highlights the mood of this man with some wrinkles which appear on his face with laughter.

"Don't say that. Without your help, I wouldn't have stood a chance," Mr Bradley replied, his tone humble as he clutched the bottle of wine. " Please have some more. The wine is the best one I have ever had!"

Laughter intensifies, becoming an uncontainable celebration of their victory. It is a moment that radiates an invincible air; no one, not even a politician, dares to cross their path. They will get what they want.

........

" This is the last message, my Mom sent to me. "

Laila Brittany, 35, a surgeon and daughter of Politician Kiley, places her phone on the table to let Asher glimpse what her mother sent her for the last time.

They are here in a local café. A perfect place not to attract reporters who are eager to throw thousands of questions for Laila Brittany!

Draped in a sombre black dress, she is wearing her grief like a shroud. Her puffy eyes, marked by shadows of sleepless nights, serve as a silent testament to the profound sadness. It has settled within her as her mother has been her best friend through the trials of life.

Asher's gaze fixates on the phone screen. A perplexed frown knits his brow as he observes the incongruity of the words, which seem to clash and conflict with one another, making them unable to read and understand.

"Do you frequently employ codes to convey messages?" He inquires as he lifts the phone from the table. The curiosity is distinctively sparking in his eyes.

" Not always," she explains, her tone tinged with sadness.

"When she felt she was in the presence of people she didn't want to overhear our conversations, she'd use a code language. Typically, she'd employ original ancient Latin words for private messages. But this time... I can't make heads or tails of it. Can you decipher the language she used this time?" She requests, heaving a heavy sigh.

" I think she was trying to talk about her murderer. Someone who she knows." Asher takes a guess, staring at the phone and then looks at her with knitted brows " She used ancient Greek and Hebrew together."

" Can you read it? What did she say?" Laila's eyes glint with a glimpse of hope.

"Regrettably, I'm unable to decipher it myself. However, there's someone who might assist me. But... Was Politician Kiley a linguist?"

He inquiries, sending the message to his phone.

" No, She was an Archeologist. But it was her hobby to learn ancient languages," she replied...

" Please help me. I can't let my Mom's murderer roam around happily!" Desperation fills her plea, her eyes brimming with tears as she implored.

" I need every detail you can recall. What was your mother doing before her passing? Who did she meet with, and what did she confide in you? I'm looking for any hints or information that might point to something suspicious."

He asks sipping his coffee with a keen intensity. The case stirs a sense of both unease and excitement within him.

" She actually talked about something. And it was when she accidentally told me drunkenly. But I never told her that I knew about it!" Laila recalls...

" What is it?" He asked in a serious tone.

" Well... "

.........

Fastening the belt, Asher programs the location in his phone and ignites the engine. However, His eyebrows clutch when his gaze drifts towards the cafe where he has parked his car. Lots of people wearing black suits, and well-built bodies, are roaming around the café.

Their vigilant glances, darting in all one direction, as if they are waiting for the imminent arrival of some important individuals.

" Why are they gathering in front of this small café?"

Before he could complete his thoughts, his eyes locked onto someone very specific. He is a well-known politician and a contender for the upcoming presidential race. The second more popular candidate who has shown off six months ago, and is now the second most beloved Presidential candidate.

Taking out his phone, he captures a few photos. Without permission, taking someone's photo isn't right. However, to him, laws are just a few lines of black ink. If he thinks this is the right to do. Then it is. As long as there is the slightest chance to use them. He will do it without any regrets.

However, at that moment, his facial expression turns colder, eyes sharp when another person follows the politician. Bradley Lin, the Best friend of Kiley Aurora who was found dead is heading inside the cafe, following the politician closely.

Under ordinary circumstances, the situation might not appear particularly alarming. However, the underlying truth adds a layer of unease. Politician Kiley had openly declared her opposition to that very politician, publicly vowing to uncover every hidden secret he holds. So, seeing Bradley who is best friend of Kiley, and her enemy who wants to see her downfall together, walking closely, Asher finds it very intriguing. It clearly shows a hint of dark secrets which provoke his wild, blood-thirsty soul.

At evening...

He enters his apartment, resembling a deflated pufferfish stranded on dry land, drained of energy.

Following his encounter with Laila Brittany, he had been compelled to make a visit to the prosecution department, which was then followed by attending two case hearings that he hadn't had time to prepare for in advance. Additionally, it was too different murder cases against the best lawyers in the firm.

" I hate my life. Nothing interesting is going on with me!"

Running the bath, he takes off his all clothes except for his underwear. Scratching his neck wildly, he swings open the door of the refrigerator and looks inside if he can get something edible.

However, his attention shifts abruptly as a peculiar sensation, like someone touching his abs, sends a shiver down his spine.

" Mr. You have abs!"

Swallowing hard, he lowers his gaze, his eyes falling upon the person who is giggling mischievously and inexplicably touching his abs.

" OH MY GHOST!!!!" He leaps back ten feet in alarm from the girl, who tilts her head in a perplexed manner. His arms instinctively wrap around his chest in a protective gesture.

"Who the hell are you?" he practically shouts, his voice laced with frustration and bewilderment.

" Me?" The girl points at herself while shaking her head." I don't know. Who am I?"

He wrinkles his nose in disgust, pinching it to block the unpleasant scent. "What's that nasty smell? Are you drunk?" he hisses with a mixture of annoyance and concern.

" No. I just had a little bit of alcohol from my Mommy's wine! Hehe~"

A mischievous grin is evident the truth anyway. She is drunk to death. Wearing a white apron seemingly a doctor's apron, her beautiful dark black eyes are unfocused, her subdued voice cracks from time to time because of the hiccups. Clearly proving she is intoxicated.

" Where is your house? How did you enter my apartment?" He asks gazing at her with annoyance.

" The door. It's open. Like This -" Her pointing finger forces him to look at the door. And truly, the door is wide open.

" Damn! I forgot to lock the door!" He snapped, frustration mounting. " Get out of my apartment!"

" I don't want to." Her lips curve and her eyes well up when he shouts. A grown-up drunk woman is invading his place after.

Sighing, he grabs her collar from behind and pulls her.

" Woahh! So fun!!!" Extending her arms, she moans with happiness when she finds herself being slid on the floor.

" Mr... Do it again! Once more time -"

" Get lost!" Kicking her out, he slams the door on her face.

" What a troublesome. Nowadays, Adults don't stay within their limits. What a nasty smell!" He hisses spraying the air freshener.

He grabs a can of soft drinks and keeps drinking until the sound of an overflowing bathtub hits his eardrums.

" Fuck. I totally forgot about it!"

At the same time...

A boy drops to his knees, positioning himself in front of the drunken girl who is struggling to push the door open while whining.

"Stop this, Stephanie! Don't cause problems for others!" he implores with concern.

Hearing the voice of the person she likes, her eyes glisten with teary sparks. Lowering her gaze, she starts hiccuping. Her nails dig into her skin, with thousands of complaints in her eyes.

" I didn't want anything. Just you. But you... How could you do that to me? How could you turn into a playboy and a bully? I thought you would be still the same as before. But - Wahhh!!"

The fingers of his hand form a fist. The stern look turns soft when he notices her crying. Wiping her face and runny nose, he holds her princess-style and walks toward her apartment.

" You don't deserve me. So, study hard and be a good girl!"