The past weeks have been blissful and I finally felt like had my life back and I was actually living it. Having helped Mark to the extent I could, assured that he was fine and his position as President could still be salvaged, I could finally focus on work and myself.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    My heart filled with warmth and my stomach flipped with joy just at the thought of the dates I have been having more frequently with Lucas. I have also been having more time to see Lucas. It was like we both had a silent agreement to salvage the little time we have whenever we weren''t working and focus more on our rtionship.


    Since I knew Lucas, way before we departed, I had always knew he was a sweet boy and would grow into a sweeter man but Lucas had wowed me.


    Despite the assional news and some updates from mywyer about Be that sometimes disconcerted me, a day hadn''t gone by that I didn''t blush, smile sheepishly orugh wholeheartedly like a lovesick teenager during a phone call or video call. Lucas keeps showing me a side I never thought any man had to them. A side that I used to believe could only be possessed by fictional men. In a nutshell, Lucas had been perfect.


    As bregrudging as it may sound, I have also had time to fully focus on Be''s case. I disliked this need to. tend to her case but the fact that I was the first person that was reached out to must be a sign. It was an opportunity I had to use well. Perhaps, Be wille out of it a new woman.


    I was able to get a clip of when Be dropped her gun with an unremorseful exmation and then she out her havds up in the air and said, "I have a mental illness, I want to see mywyer" I almost went crazy. Who has a mental illness and still go ahead to say they have a mental illness?!


    I had bitterly and frustratedlyined about it to mywyer, bemoaned that it would only work against her before mywyer softly calmed me down that there was no problem at all.


    He said the fact that she mentioned it at the crime scene will give him a good defense.


    II raised my brows as he exined how the whole admission will help in getting the judge to be lenient on her.


    I mentally pped my hands as I realized that Be had actually had everything properly nned out. If I had to say the truth, I was impressed. If she wasn''t such a hateful bitch and we hadn''t got on the wrong foot, I might have given her a position in ourpany


    I had to be present the day the case was being held at court while Grace had stayed at work. Once again, I was impressed at mywyer''s skills. He was a sweet talker. After a sound argument, he made the judge believe that Be was under the influence of her derangement, even her statement that day was under-the influence of her mental illness as she was unaware of what she was really saying. And Be, to my expectations, yed along by acting like she was out of it once in a while. Once again, I was reminded of how much of a good actress she was.


    Mywyer also backed all of his ims by providing evidences of ckmails from Isaac, phone call recordings and texts of him threatening to ruin Be''s life or make her lose her unborn child if she didn''t feed his addiction by giving him money, there were also pictorial evidences where Isaac was either rough handling Be or standing over her beaten form like a starved predator. He even somehow got two


    persons who stood as witnesses to the beatings Isaac used to give to Be when she was with him and pregnant with his child. All these, he tagged, ''the cause of her trauma.''


    I was wowed. I didn''t even bother to think where and how he had been able to get all of these because it was beyond me. Afterall, I paid him handsomely.