[The trial reading of the next book "From Glasgow to Beirut Port" is in the column]
‖The first place in pretending to be good and clever x was tragically killed by a substitute old fox
The entire Big Law circle in the Bay Area knows that Carl, as a partner-level non-litigator and an elite among the elite, always counts money to do things. A casual calculation is like the crisp sound of gold coins falling into the bag.
He did go all over the place for a little girl - the daughter of a big client who was stupid and had a lot of money.
But I don't know when, a well-behaved Chinese girl with big eyes, black hair, and low eyebrows followed Karl and whispered in his ear.
He actually bent down and covered his ears to listen, and then the girl raised her hand to help him lift the gold-rimmed glasses that slid down from the bridge of her tall nose. He lovingly held the back of the girl's head and stroked the top of her hair as a reward.
People around him were so shocked that they all thought he had changed his gender. Will the old fox coax the little white rabbit one day?
The girl listened to their discussion and didn't react at all. She pursed her lips and silently continued to count the cards for Karl. She really looked like she was completely determined.
Karl originally felt the same way, after all, he was a little rabbit that he had brought with him and raised.
It wasn't until he saw the sincere will that he understood what it meant to be in trouble.
It turns out that his little girl has never been short of money, she just needs a substitute who is similar enough to the person who left her a huge will.
The yellowed and brittle paper was carefully put back into the brown paper bag. The delicate knuckles that had always been used to hold pens and paper were clenched into fists, and then they were released with a trembling reluctance.
"Since he left it for you, then keep it. Others don't need to know this."
"As for what I gave you, it's still the same... Is that okay?"
*It turned out that when she was passing by, she caught a glimpse of him blowing out a smoke ring on the cold and damp street, and she thought briefly and asked him to lend him a breath of fire.
Later, the fire burned all winter.
[Advance copy copy of "Gray Rhino Horn"]
‖The fledgling and ambitious reporter x The power-hungry s Senator
In order to win over the professional lobbyist for Congressional Senator Clarence Morton, Zhong Qin, a young reporter with no skills, worked hard on K Street in Washington for three weeks.
After receiving the other party's verbal agreement, she rushed back to the rental house without stopping and wrote a report for Mr. Morton overnight.
Before dawn, Zhong Qin walked through the rainy streets again to deliver the manuscript to the office in the Capitol Building.
Mr. Morton's secretary received her outside. No invitation to sit down, no tea or coffee, just a verbal thank you, and she was sent off.
Before turning to leave, Zhong Qin glanced at the closed office, and there was a faint light pouring out from under the door.
*
The secretary took the manuscript into the office and gave it to Clarence for review.
Beside the window is the tall and resolute back of a man.
A dim lamp on the table could not illuminate his figure adsorbed in the darkness, but it could only light the cigar held between his fingers.
"You don't need to show it to me. Her manuscripts can be sent directly in the future."
The secretary put away the manuscript paper and couldn't help but ask: "Is that K Street person so important to us? Miss Zhong..."
"Of course not, I don't need this person at all."
Clarence turned around and said word by word:
"This is just an obedience test for her, nothing more."
But even a man of power, like Clarence Morton, can be careless.
You will also forget that the domestication game is always a two-way street.
Intention: Love is giving
