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Everett’s eyes narrowed slightly as he was aware that Patricia was no simple character. Given her statement, he wondered whether it was a psychological tactic or if they possessed other evidence.

It was clear that Ellar was at a disadvantage, yet their insistence on following legal procedures made him feel somewhat uneasy, concerned he might have overlooked something.

“Fine, let’s proceed with legal action. I’m calling the police right now,” El I ar said, clutching the document Everett had given him. This was evidence, after all.

A flicker of unease crossed Everett’s mind, sensing something was amiss.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Everett asked again in a serious tone,” Are you sure about this?”

“Hmph, we’ll see,” Ellar responded, unwilling to show weakness.

Everett forced himself to remain calm, knowing he wouldn’t get a resolution today and had no choice but to leave.

at Ellar, Everett could only say, “Next time we meet,

Everett left Ellar’s office in

down, preferring not to entangle

finally exhaled, wiping his forehead. “Finally

glanced sideways at

snorted, “Scared of him? I was just worried he’d

he could also claim you forged it,” Patricia

would Everett leave the document behind?’ Ellar’s face paled slightly. “So, all

narrowed, her tone

Everett was merely puzzled by Ellar’s attitude. As long as they followed

Ellar nodded. “It looks like we need to be even more cautious going

see Nicole,” Patricia said, glancing at Ellar before leaving the