Chapter 7 Offense in Broad Daylight

Scold the accountant? That wouldn't help at all. The top priority was to retrieve her money.

After a moment of silence, Miley looked up at the nervous accountant. "This is not your fault. Get me all the financial transfer documents with my signatures. Besides, don't tell Mr. Shawn anything. I don't know about this yet, understand?"

The accountant nodded immediately and left the office. After a while, she went in with some documents and put them on the desk.

After observing "her" signatures for a moment, she clicked "Baidu" on the computer screen and typed: Handwriting identification.

The next day, Miley went to a law firm with the documents.

Since she had never dealt with a lawyer, she didn't know which law firm to resort to. After searching the internet, she aimed at the most prestigious one in the city.

She had no intention to file any lawsuit and just wanted to consult about something.

She didn't know that, when she reached the law firm, the detailed information about her was placed on Morris's desk. It included her growth records, hobbies, school experience, and even her schedule today.

When "Hill Law Firm" appeared in his sight, his eyes narrowed slightly with joy.

Since Miley hadn't made an appointment, she needed to register at the reception desk first and was told that she had to wait at least one hour. She heaved a deep sigh. Why were there so many people who ran into legal problems?

And then, to make matters worse, the receptionist asked her to fill a form twenty minutes later. It was about some personal information. Without thinking much, she began filling it according to the receptionist's explanations.

When it came to "Amount of Money Involved", she was confused and asked the receptionist about it. The receptionist explained coyly that, if it was an economic case, she needed to write down how much money involved. The implication was that there was a standard to classify her as a VIP customer or an ordinary one.

To win respect from the receptionist, Miley wrote down "5,000,000" without hesitation. But to her surprise, the receptionist gave her an apologetic smile when seeing the figure.

"I'm sorry, madam. As to economic cases, we only take those involving above 20 million yuan. You... don't meet the requirement."

"What?" Miley's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"Please find another law firm. There are so many cases here that we have to give up some small ones."

Discouraged, Miley went out of the building. She chose this firm because it had a very good reputation and rarely lost any court cases. The money that had been transferred by Roy was everything she had. She must recover it, or the company was doomed to go broke. But now, she was rejected because her case was too small for this law firm. What should she do next?

While she was deeply troubled, she noticed a familiar white limited-edition Aston Martin not far away from her. The "money boy" was leaning coolly against the car with his arms folded over his chest. Relaxed and calm, he was looking her way.

She didn't know whether it was a coincidence or not, but one thing was for sure - she didn't want to meet him. So she looked away and strode past him.

"You were rejected? They didn't take your case?"

His meaningful tone irritated Miley so much that she failed to be indifferent. She paused, turned around, and glared at him.

"Mr. Lawrence, if you're so idle, why don't you spend your time on something more meaningful like healing people in the hospital?"

Oh, look at him! What did he want by leaning against a luxury car with a captivating smile? Miley thought she was in no way a bad-tempered woman, but this man always had ways to awaken her fighting spirit. Every time she met him, she couldn't help arguing with him.

Morris stood up straight and walked up to her gracefully. The smile on his face became wider and brighter. "Mrs. Shawn? Oh no, Miss Smith, are you sure you won't regret talking to me in this tone?"

Miley rolled her eyes and sneered, "Who do you think you are? God? You want me to worship you?"

"Maybe!"

Miley threw him a stare and pushed him away. "Get out of my way. I have no time to waste on you."

But when she just took a step away, her wrist was grabbed by him.

Then, he dragged her into the building without any explanation.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let go of me!" She struggled, but in vain.

When they passed the reception desk, she finally noticed something strange. What was wrong? Why didn't the receptionists stop them? Why could they take the elevator so easily?

After they entered the elevator, Morris finally loosened his grip. Miley stroked her aching wrist and said angrily, "What are you doing? Aren't you afraid that I will sue you for offending a woman?"