Everybody was seated in the courtroom for the public hearing.This could end or make Harry. He sat at the front with Jade by his side as his assistant attorney.Meanwhile, Mr. Damon and his group sat on the other side of the big, gigantic hall. He was happy Harry chose a public hearing. “This would be the end of his career,” he muttered to himself before flashing his attorneys a smirk.He would end up burying his carriage! While Scarlet, Samantha, Ms. Oct, and Stanley sat at the other end, their faces creased with a frown.Stanley couldn't just stop biting his nails; he was nervous about what the outcome would be.They had pleaded with Harry that they try to get some of the judges to be on their side, but he refused to allow them to bride or blackmail any more judges to try to support him.Now he was seated there on his own, not knowing what the outcome would look like.To the judges sitting there, they kept whispering to each other and stealing glances at him for no reason.Well,i
The judge's eyes widened.“Take the scoundrel and lock his ass up!” A voice from the crowd shouted.“Lock him up!” “Oh my god,he has no regard for the other gender!” “Take this pedophile away; he disgusts me!” Harry smiled. This was what he wanted; he wanted them to slam the gender inequality in his face while he used it against him. Harry couldn't help but smile as he looked at Mr. Damon. His face was filled with astonishment.He must be wondering how Harry was able to get all that information for someone as scary as Harry.…After some minutes of each lady's narrative, their experiences, and topping their claims with medical results, Alexander was stunned.He didn't see it coming. No, now he came to cheer up Mr. Damon for taking away Harry's legal power.“Take him away!!” The judge finally declared, and there was an uproar in the audience as they jubilated.The women's stories were touching.And even those who didn't know Alexander wanted justice for the ladies.Now that he was
News reporters swarmed the area, moving from one employee to another, eager to conduct interviews. Photographers snapped pictures of the lifeless body of the woman who had fallen from the scaffold at the law firm. Meanwhile, videographers captured the crime scene, their camera lights flashing rapidly, capturing every detail. The front of Archer's Law firm was a chaotic scene, as reporters vied for valuable information about the case to report for their respective news outlets."Oh, look, it's the Archer family!" a reporter exclaimed, pointing towards Mr. Damon and his family as they exited the firm. This sparked a frenzy, with every reporter rushing towards them, their camera lights flickering as if it were a red carpet event. The Archers were known as one of the most influential families in Europe, with a vast conglomerate and a prestigious law firm under their name."Mr. Archer, how do you feel? Can you provide any details about the victim? Did you know her? Was she a client of yours
"Yes, I want you to take the blame for this case," Mr. Archer reiterated, speaking slowly and clearly to ensure Harry could understand."How?" Harry's face contorted with a puzzled expression, eyebrows raised, and a quizzical look as he observed everyone in the room. They all seemed to be in agreement with the plan."Harry, I know you've got this! Trust me, you can handle it," Diane praised insincerely, but he scoffed."You knew about this?"His thoughts resembled a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces, making it impossible for him to see the full picture. Trying to ask questions and seeking clarification would seem useless. He let out a deep sigh of frustration, feeling the weight of confusion pressing down on him."Harry, just listen to Dad's grand plan. You won't go to jail or face anything worse. You're the only one who can pull this off," she reassured him."Why? Grand plan?" Harry managed to inquire.Diane rolled her eyes, clearly tired of Harry's questions. She had expected him to
It's been exactly a month and three weeks since Harry was arrested for the murder he didn't commit. No contact with any outsider, and he had almost lost his sanity. But what kept him going was his love for Daine. For the first two weeks, he thought Diane would help him. But after a month, he lost hope and prepared for whatever would happen to him in prison. He knew he was in hell, and the torture was getting too much daily. But he refused to grant them the statement they requested from him. Since Mr. Damon didn't keep to his side of the deal, Harry refused to give them any statement nor make the video confessions he was asked to. Sitting on the worn-out chair in his cell room, he sighed disappointedly as he carelessly leaned his back angrily against the wall. 'Shit!' he groaned in pain as his back hit the wall. His back was filled with bruises from the whips and torture he had gone through. The next minute, the door to his cell creaked open, and the warder and two hefty officers sto
Harry winced as he opened one eye, realizing that he was lying on a luxurious bed in a room that exudes luxury. The tiles, ceilings, and even the bed itself appeared incredibly expensive. He was surprised by how he got there, and upon opening both eyes, he tried to get up, despite the pain from the previous beating. "Argh!" He screamed, catching the attention of a man in a white coat who was in the room. The man quickly helped Harry sit up. "Young master, you're awake?" the man in the white coat,who seemed to be taking care of him, said with a soft smile. "I'm the royal doctor of the Luciano family, Young Master Tazio. Welcome back to the family," he added. "Young master?" Harry scoffed, scratching his head,perplexed. "Luciano m—" Before he could finish, the door creaked open, revealing Pietro, Mr. Damon's right-hand man,who does his dirty biddings and is known for his ruthlessness, Harry knew Pietro was a dangerous figure in the Archer family. As Pietro approached, Harry's eyes
However, when Harry rushed down the stairs, he saw a fleet of cars parked outside the house they had just left. Harry stopped in his tracks, bewildered about which car was his. "Where's mine?" he asked. "All of them, young master," Pietro answered with a smile. Harry stood there, dumbfounded, struggling to digest the information. He counted in his mind, "One, two, three, four, and then five!" "What? All of these?" Harry questioned, refusing to believe what Pietro had told him. "Yes, young master. This is just a sneak peek of what's in your garage," Pietro replied, smiling as he opened the door of the Range Rover Sport, Harry's favorite. Pietro signaled for Harry to get in, closed the door behind him, and took the driver's seat. However, when they reached the L&M Hotels compound, the car came to a stop, and Harry exited immediately. He looked around the opulent surroundings, noting the lineup of exotic cars in the garage, a testament to the dignitaries present. However, something
Diana pulled into the garage of her father's mansion, parked her car, and exited, slamming the door in anger. The news of Harry's swift involvement with another woman and his ownership of L&M Hotels didn't sit well with her, especially after she confirmed it herself,She left her partner behind and drove home. "Good day, Miss," a servant greeted with a smile, but Diana ignored it. Others wisely refrained from greeting, noticing her angry and crimson expression.They knew better not to say a word. She stormed into the sitting room of Mr. Damon's sitting room, jolting everyone from their seats – her family. Her aggressive entrance as she slammed the door drew all eyes to her as she reached the couch and dropped her Birkin bag. "Dad, Harry is out," she declared hastely, hissing after. Mr. Damon and Mrs. Freya widened their eyes at Diane's words. "Out?" Mrs. Freya repeated, seeking clarification, and Diane nodded. "Get me water," Diane ordered a maid, who promptly brought it and she dra