CHAPTER 29: CHAPTER 29: ONE OF COUNTLESS CLIENTS

"Boss, what brings you here with such a big entourage?"

Jean Ellison’s lips twitched as she forced a smile.

The nouveau riche beside her clinked his glass on the table, "Don’t ask what’s none of your business."

"Hey, don’t scare the lady."

The older man stopped him, pretending to be a gentleman, while his hand remained restless on Jean’s body.

"I like ambitious women. The five I have at home are too dull, do whatever they’re told like wooden logs. I need someone like you who can talk."

Jean held his hand, which almost touched her chest.

"I want to go to the bathroom."

"Go ahead." The older man released his hand, smiling at her.

He’s not in a hurry; the cooked duck won’t fly away.

Young waitresses like this, selling drinks for just a few days, still uptight, it’s normal.

Those who rush in, throwing themselves at him, he’s seen too many, already lost interest.

Jean walked out of the room quickly, under everyone’s gaze.

As soon as she went out, she leaned against the wall and started to retch.

She has always been unable to stand the smell of smoke, like the room just now, filled with smoke, faces indistinguishable, she almost couldn’t breathe.

The two bodyguards at the door laughed lewdly.

"Beauty, why’re you puking like this? Try your brother’s, it’s sweet."

"Yeah, you’ve already played with the boss inside, what’s two more times?"

Jean ignored them, quickly walking towards the bathroom.

She held onto the wall, walking downstairs, the electronic bass below thumping, making her chest throb, lasers cutting through white fog, the dance floor packed, bodies grinding together.

In a quiet corner not far away, a man with striking features, gray suit, black shirt, one button undone, sank into the sofa, legs crossed.

Long, slender fingers holding a glass of whiskey, the ice ball slowly melting, his fingers tapping the glass lightly.

The soundproof glass in front blocked all external noise.

He turned his head, cold black eyes under the lenses reflecting a familiar silhouette, brow furrowed.

The club’s owner sat opposite him, looking mournful.

"Lawyer Holden, you must help me."

"My wife back home insists on kicking me out with nothing, you have to find a way to get me the money."

"She’s got evidence of my affair, but I’ve got dirt on her too, with her personal trainer and even the barista from the café downstairs."

Justin Holden said nothing, staring out the window.

The club owner, thinking it’s a matter of price, hurriedly said, "Don’t worry, fifty thousand as a deposit, not a cent less, if you get me half the assets, I’ll give you thirty thousand more, no, fifty thousand."

He looked up at Justin Holden, finding him looking at a waitress.

Never seen her before, quite pretty, probably newly recruited by Little Hong.

"Lawyer Holden, you know her?"

"I can have her brought in, or you can take her away, as you wish, whatever."

Justin Holden raised a hand, interrupting him.

"No need."

He recalled what Jean said earlier, besides matters about Jesse, she doesn’t want him to disturb her, especially her private life.

Her private life is selling drinks here, or is it that she didn’t fancy Simon Sterling and Philip Paxton, and is now choosing new men?

Justin Holden glanced around outside, three or four curly-haired dogs, five or six black lumps, and a few skinny mantises, these scoundrels, she could fancy any of them?

The club owner responded, continuing with his matter.

"Lawyer Holden, do you think we can sign our contract?"

Justin Holden glanced at him, putting down his glass.

"Keystone has taken your case, a lawyer will contact you tomorrow."

He stood, ready to leave.

"Other lawyers? No, this case needs your personal handling, there’s so much at stake with my family’s wealth."

Justin Holden stopped in his tracks, one hand in his pocket, standing at the door, light outlining his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs.

"Keystone has lawyers specialized in divorce cases, they’re more professional."

"If you’re still worried, you can contact other lawyers."

His voice was indifferent, eyes falling on the woman coming out of the bathroom, her long bare legs starkly white.

Dressed like this to sell drinks, isn’t she afraid of selling herself too?

"No, no, let’s do as Lawyer Holden says, let your arranged lawyer contact me."

The club owner only trusted Keystone, any other law firm wasn’t even considered.

He’d rather pay ten times the price for Keystone to handle the case than spend a few grand on an ordinary lawyer, it’s about peace of mind.

Jean Ellison exited the bathroom, feeling a gaze on her, worried her identity was discovered, anxiety rising in her heart.

She hurried upstairs, suddenly her wrist tightened, caught by a strong force.

Her heart jumped, seeing the familiar big hand on her wrist, broad, warm, with well-defined joints, fingers white as jade.

"Justin... Lawyer Holden."

Jean almost called his name, her mind somewhat muddled by the smoke in the clubhouse.

For a moment, she thought she returned to a few years ago, when they were still dating.

"What are you doing here?"

Justin Holden released her hand, his face stern, voice even colder.

Jean instinctively hid her watch-wearing hand behind her back, she couldn’t let him know, what if he knew the people in the private room?

Justin Holden had been in Kingswell City for five years, handled so many cases, he knew many people.

"What else can I do here, of course, I’m selling drinks."

"Want to buy some?"

"There’s a promotion now, buy ten get one free, ten bottles of wine and you get a cigar, only nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight."

Jean’s eyes sparkled, tilting her head looking at him, just like a waitress trying to please a guest.

"I don’t smoke." Justin Holden said flatly.

"Oh, that’s a pity then."

Jean blinked, mouth twitching slightly, showing disappointment.

The promotion never existed, she made it up, fortunately, he didn’t buy it.

"Anything else?"

Justin Holden suddenly asked, gazing at her face, his gaze unwavering.

Unlike others whose attention lingered on her, his eyes were crystal clear, no cloudiness at all.

"Nothing else... I’m only selling this tonight."

The white earphone in her ear flashed green, Vic’s voice came through.

"Miss Ellison, is something happening on your end? Seems like the police are coming."

Jean was startled, if the police really cleared the place, the officials upstairs would surely get word and leave early.

She couldn’t delay any longer.

"The manager called me, I need to go upstairs and deliver drinks now."

Her voice urgent, she turned and ran.

Justin Holden stood in place, his deep black eyes watching her back, until she reached the second floor and disappeared, he finally took long strides, leaving the club through the door.

Indeed, he shouldn’t disturb her private life, he’s just a lawyer, and she’s just one of countless clients.