The lawyer looked at his employer in a daze, slightly sighing to express his regret for the loss of a life, and he said softly, "Madam, I previously advised you that putting a collar and leash on your beloved dog wouldn't make it unhappy..."

The lawyer had warned this mother and son pair before coming here, more than once.

This place is not their country; people here are unfamiliar with this specific breed of small ornamental dog.

In a backward and ignorant society, anything that's not human can be viewed as a form of food. In some extreme environments, even humans might be considered as a choice for food. Thus, putting a leash on a dog isn't restricting its freedom; it's an expression of care.

But this lady disagreed with such a suggestion, believing that loving a dog means giving it freedom; only a free dog is a happy dog. She even requested the lawyer to regard it as a human, not as a dog.

Now, these issues are resolved, and the lawyer almost wanted to laugh.

However, his professional demeanor made him wear an expression of regret, "The past is over. What matters more to you now is how to take back your husband's inheritance from that illegitimate child's hands."

"If you have this money, you could find ten or one hundred similar small dogs to fill the void left by its departure."

It's unclear which words moved Mr. Simon's wife, but her expression gradually changed, and her gaze focused, "You're right. I should have listened to you earlier; you're the professional. So, what should we do now?"

The lawyer quickly got into his role, "I've heard that Mr. Simon had some acquaintance with Mr. Lynch before his death, and Mr. Lynch is one of the shareholders of Nagariel United Development Company and is fully responsible for business cooperation and development in the Mengwu Province."

"He is a good friend of the Provincial Governor. Some people think he has almost acquired the equivalent power of a Provincial Governor. If we can persuade Mr. Lynch to stand on our side, then that child will have no chance."

Mr. Simon's son, sitting beside, repeated a phrase, "Mr. Lynch?"

He hadn't heard of this name; their country and Nagariel, and the Federation don't have deep international relations, and Lynch is also further down the list of shareholders in the entire United Development Company.

Involved in international development projects using nations as carriers and units, Lynch's small company's reputation is too low to be given priority.

In other countries' reports about these matters, they naturally focus on introducing the leading major consortiums, ignoring those last in line.

So not knowing Lynch was quite normal for him.

The lawyer nodded, "Mr. Lynch, a very special person and very young."

"Young?" Mr. Simon's son repeated once more, "Younger than me?"

He laughed while shaking his head and said, "I'm just joking. How old is he, in his thirties or forties?"

In his view, anyone who can manage the commercial development of such a scale in a province must be at least thirty or forty years old; even thirty is considered young!

He was just past thirty himself and very successful, but he wouldn't dare say he could manage such significant work, so surely Mr. Lynch must be over forty.

"Uh..." The lawyer observed his expressions and knew there was a misunderstanding but had to explain to avoid more misunderstandings during a possible meeting ahead, "Mr. Lynch just celebrated his twenty-second birthday here!"

The room became a bit silent for a moment, followed by Mrs. Simon's shocked expression. She asked in disbelief, "How rich is he, ten million Fla?"

The lawyer dryly laughed a few times; these people truly... He realized his estimation of his employer's level was incorrect, but for the sake of the commission, he still tried to clear up their doubts, "It's incalculable, at least millions, and monopolizing a Province's commercial development and activities, his assets will rapidly expand to dozens or even a hundred times in the next ten years."

The lawyer himself sighed; the old Nagariel was just like that — once monopolized, it was monopolized. Look at this job now.

Mr. Simon monopolized about ten percent of Mengwu Province's trade, and over the years, he amassed less than two million Fla worth of assets, but this time is different.

The entire Federation seemed crazy helping Nagariel develop its economy and industry; the madness of recruiting workers showed the lower society of this country was rapidly becoming wealthy.

The wealth at the bottom primarily stimulates market demand. Once people have money, they'll improve their lives, whether dining at a fine restaurant or buying furniture, Federation merchants here will earn more than those like Mr. Simon, without a doubt.

"He must have had a good father; he's luckier in this aspect than I am," Mr. Simon's son, still undefeated, seemed to reply and defend himself, refusing to acknowledge anyone better than him. Despite his father sending almost half the money back, to cover the company's losses.

He still believed that he was the best, starting his own company and independently running it successfully at such a young age.

Lynch must owe his excellence to family connections, such as having a father as an executive president of a major consortium.

This left Mr. Simon's son with envy; had he had a wealthy father, he wouldn't end up in such an awful position here, being chased out by some native guy!

Little did he know, the executive president from the major consortium he imagined was eating dust in a nearby cement factory.

The lawyer furrowed his brow, although he didn't have many connections with Lynch, he knew such level merchants sure had enough capability to enact cross-border strikes against other enterprises.

They only needed to support some strong competitors for those who offended them to make a hit; moreover, they'd probably make some money this way. Even as a lawyer, he didn't enjoy representing cases against luxury legal teams every single time.

To prevent these foolish mother and son from screwing up what's to come, his tone turned strict, "Mr. Lynch originates from an ordinary family, you could say from the lower society; his achievements are due to his effort. If you want to live and leave here with your dad's inheritance, you better remind yourself to constantly show your respect to Mr. Lynch!"

In the end, he emphasized a little more, "I'm not joking with you!"

The lawyer dealt with more people and matters than this mother and son duo, whose social circles seemed broad but were narrow in reality. He knew that the United Development Company during this period, or other similar companies, were extremely dangerous.

Not mentioning afar, but talking about Nagariel, countless people would dare to kill for a hundred Fla, money was never deficient for these wealthy, if they wished, at that time, those wanting to kill them could line up from the hotel entrance to the pier, leaving no chance for escape.

After warning them, the lawyer adjusted his tie and eased his tone, "I say this only to avoid any unnecessary troubles interfering with our actions ahead. Think about the money Mr. Simon left for you, then you'll know what to do."

"Tonight, have a good rest; tomorrow, I'll find a way to arrange a meeting with Mr. Lynch."

"Also, don't leave the hotel; it's very dangerous out here."

After saying this, the lawyer left the room with his files; he had to contact some local connections. The profession of law has some value and use in civilized societies, perhaps he could find some new guarantees for the commission this time.

While leaving the ground floor hotel entrance, he encountered a man reeking of alcohol heading towards him. To avoid this drunkard, he deliberately made way and took a glance at the man.

Not many here could drink to such a state at this time; foreign individuals being mentioned were scrambling to make connections and find ways to make money, while locals simply didn't have the funds to drink excessively.

Coincidentally, that drunkard was also looking at him, and their gazes met in the air, making the lawyer pause briefly, throwing out a slight smile and nodding as a greeting.

He quickly shifted his gaze away, sensing something terrifying in the local's eyes; familiar yet temporarily unable to recall what it exactly was.

The drunkard too showed some surprise, then soon diverted his eyes away.

Once outside the hotel, seated in the vehicle as it started up and left the premises, the lawyer suddenly realized!

It was the gaze of a killer; he had defended multiple killers before and that drunkard's eyes looked almost identical to those murderers.

The indifference was mixed with an arrogance capable of ruling others' lives, alongside a hint of an uncontrollable impulse, making one's scalp tingle.

Would anything happen?

He pondered, nothing should happen; he already instructed that mother and son, and they're inside the hotel, which is very safe!

Any hotel able to handle foreign affairs would have unique precautions for safety; some even have a certain level of foreign affairs rights and armed forces. If that drunkard is indeed after them unless he searches room by room, he simply wouldn't find them.

Furthermore, if he genuinely searches every single room, fearlessly, the hotel guards would directly shoot him.

The lawyer leaned more towards the possibility of a local native killer hiding in the hotel with perhaps some special identity, having committed murder outside and now staying within to evade police capture; this seemed more likely.

He just overestimated his influence over that mother and son yet underestimated certain people's level of defiance against death.

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