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-ss cabin on the ne.


    Airnes, 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 hisptop and looked at the documents the interpreter had tranted 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 thiswsuit and protect Matysh.


    He was even more curious about how Shandra would help Matysh deal with thiswsuit.


    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 hourster.


    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 nced at the navigation map on her phone, and it showed the residential building in front of


    her. "This is it."


    Ethan could not help but click his tongue as hemented, "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 ce 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.


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    An old building like this that could not evenpare to an estate in Russia would surely be worth


    nothing.


    "Thend of this residential building alone must be worth over a million dors," 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


    ofnd 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


    notpletely dpidated, so it could still be rented out. Relying on the rental ie 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 thend alone would cost that much. If B


    City''snd price was so high, this ce must not be as poor as he thought it was.


    The houses were this run-down everywhere.


    Ethan nced 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 nced at the documents. The mother of the girl


    whomitted 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 ce.


    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 hemitted suicide.


    She closed the file with disgust.


    Although she had to defend her client with everything she could as awyer, 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 herst 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 vigntly 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 vignt.


    “Oh, we''rewyers. 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 ces were quite chaotic, so she


    understood the woman''s wariness.


    The middle-aged woman nced at the business card and immediately understood. "You''re here for


    her daughter''s case, right?"


    "Yes, you''re right." Yvette nodded.


    The middle-aged woman sighed and said, "She''s quite pitiful. Her daughter and husband are gone.


    Although they said that her husbandmitted suicide by jumping off a building, I think it was that


    foreigner and the boss who were to me. You''rewyers. Can you prosecute them?"


    The rape case garnered a lot of attention here.


    They even thought that the girl''s fathermitted suicide because he could not stand the nder, 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-ageddy 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.