Law America, the Devil's Agent

Elena looked at the black two-door sports car, As, then at Kona, whose cheeks were flushed as she leaned against Link, and finally her gaze settled on Link's face.

"so."

After a long pause, she said with amusement:

"Your car only has two seats. We have two people who need you to give them a ride."

"Yes." Link nodded.

"But Benny has already driven my brother away."

That's it.

Elena took a deep breath, then took the car keys from Link, walked to the driver's seat, and opened the car door.

"Then let's squeeze in, it's no big deal."

"What?"

Kona lifted her head from Link's embrace, her hazy, drunken eyes suddenly widening slightly.

"It's fine whether you drive or I drive."

"Kona can sit on you or on me, it's fine."

Elena was already in the driver's seat, adjusting the rearview mirror: "I don't care anyway."

Link looked down at the woman in his arms who clearly didn't want to move, and then at the woman in the driver's seat who had already started fastening her seatbelt.

He suddenly realized that tonight's dinner party might have deviated from its original course at some point that he hadn't even noticed.

He slid in a direction he didn't understand at all.

The end result was that Link sat in the passenger seat, and Kona sat on his lap.

The passenger seat in the Aston Martin wasn't very spacious to begin with, and the two of them were squeezed together, with Kona's burgundy backless dress and Link's dark black suit fitting together almost without any gap.

She curled up in his arms, her back pressed against his chest, and he had to wrap his arms around her waist to barely find a relatively stable position for the two of them.

As the engine started, she leaned back slightly with the car's gentle tremor, her head resting against his collarbone.

Link could smell the fragrance in her hair—

It smelled like a mixture of red wine and some lighter perfume.

Her body heat radiated through the thin silk dress, both warm and soft.

He could even feel her heartbeat!

Whether it was the effect of the alcohol or something else, she breathed on the inside of his wrist, each exhale carrying the warm scent of alcohol.

He also started to feel a bit hot, but quickly shifted his gaze to the streetlights rushing past the car window, trying to focus his attention elsewhere.

However, the warmth and weight of the body in his arms felt too real, and what he needed right now was precisely not this sensual touch.

Kona closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against the crook of his neck.

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The corners of her mouth curved into a very faint smile, a smile that was well concealed by the dim light inside the car.

Elena held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at the posture of the two people in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Attorney Link"

Are you and Ms. Kona a couple?

Link was taken aback by the question, then shook his head.

"Prosecutor Elena, this joke isn't funny. We're just colleagues."

"colleague."

Elena repeated the word, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She didn't press further, but simply stepped on the gas, and the Aston Martin accelerated down the empty street, the engine emitting a deep and smooth roar.

Link's gaze fell on the receding street scene outside the car window, but his vision lost focus.

Elena's question was like a fine needle, piercing a long-sealed corner of his memory.

Couple.

He does have a girlfriend.

Strictly speaking, she was the original owner's girlfriend.

A girl of Chinese descent is pursuing a master's degree.

She met the original owner of this body during her university years. At that time, the original owner was studying hard in law school, while she was doing cell culture in the medical school laboratory.

Both were Chinese Americans who had worked hard on their own in America, and their similar backgrounds brought them together.

But as graduation approaches, the gap between them gradually widens due to differences in rent, student loans, income, and future prospects.

She began to complain that the original owner of this body didn't earn enough, that he wasn't ambitious enough, and that he was stuck in a dead-end mid-sized law firm, working like a slave to a useless team leader.

The last time the original owner spoke with her, she was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone, then said, "Let's both think it over," and hung up.

That was the day before the original owner of this body suffered a cardiac arrest from exhaustion in that cramped cubicle.

Judging by the time, her graduate studies should be coming to an end soon.

She'll be back soon.

……

"So they weren't a couple after all."

Elena's voice pulled him back from his memories.

Her tone, which was half-smiling and half-mocking, carried a hint of teasing:

"However, it is quite a story in Philadelphia's legal circles that a young, promising, and wealthy lawyer who advertised in newspapers married the daughter of a top lawyer."

I misunderstood.

"Prosecutor Elena, you've been joking a bit too much tonight."

"Lawyers should get used to being teased by prosecutors."

Elena replied casually, then abruptly changed the subject, her tone shifting from teasing to professional calm:

Tell me about it.

What are your plans for the next step in that prosecution case?

Now that we're in the same boat, I need to know your next moves and pace.

If there's anything I can do to help, let me know in advance so I can allocate office resources.

Link quickly adjusted his mindset.

The warm body in his arms still reminded him of his presence with every slight jolt, but his brain had already automatically switched to working mode.

"The most crucial next step is to hold a press conference."

"Building momentum."

Elena gave her judgment almost as soon as he finished speaking.

"Yes. To create momentum."

Link's voice regained its usual calm and confidence:

"Some people, taking advantage of their early advantage, used a completely flawed logic chain to label my client as the 'Philadelphia serial killer.'"

They told a very comforting story:

Psychiatric records, the tears of the victims' families, and case summaries leaked to the media—every detail was meticulously arranged.

The so-called evidence they had was full of loopholes when examined closely, but the story was so compelling that no one bothered to investigate it.

So I'm going to tell another story.

Beat the story with the story.

A story that is simpler, cleaner, and more powerful than theirs.

"Have you thought of what to say?" Elena asked.

"A hero's story."

"A brilliant surgeon from rural Kentucky, possessing both remarkable talent and admirable virtues."

He discovered corruption within the hospital and wrote countless letters of denunciation, each signed with his own name.

But this great hero and valiant whistleblower did not meet a good end.

He was reassigned, ostracized, forced to see a psychiatrist, and eventually accused of being a serial killer.

And the real criminal—

Those corrupt hospital employees, bloated with federal subsidies, coldly watched the innocent person they had framed head for his execution.

Link's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a hardened anvil:

"On what grounds?"

Why should those well-dressed villains be so charming in front of the camera?

A doctor who stays true to his principles, is unafraid of danger and controversy, and uses his career to fight against the entire corrupt system, is locked behind the bulletproof glass of a prison, where his body and mind are tortured by villains and drugs.

Why can't his story be told?

I want to create momentum, and I want to create heroes.

Elena did not respond immediately.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles slightly tightening.

Although her expression remained calm, something flickered in her eyes—

It wasn't aroused excitement, but rather a profound resonance that a person who had been suppressed for too long experienced when hearing another person utter the words from the deepest part of their heart.

She was certainly touched by what Link said.

She was an honor student at the University of Pennsylvania School of Law and a brilliant prosecutor who single-handedly dismantled the Harvard team's logical chain in a mock trial.

But she was also the one who was kept in the minor offenses group for several years because of insufficient qualifications, lack of connections, and unwillingness to bow to certain local political forces.

Minor offenses group.

Those supermarket thefts, drunken disturbances, and small-scale drug possessions that are never finished every day—cases that will never make the front page and will never be remembered.

She possesses great talent and ability, yet she is confined to a box where she cannot use them, wasting herself day after day.

And at this moment, the man sitting next to her—

Her brother had investigated this Chinese-American lawyer, who was just an unknown figure a few weeks ago...

He was telling her that he could give her a way out.

A truly major case.

A case that combines a countersuit and a prosecution, enough to shake the entire Pennsylvania judicial system.

An opportunity for her to prove her full worth in court.

This isn't just Link's comeback against all odds; it's hers too.

She pressed the accelerator, and the Aston Martin's engine let out a deep roar, accelerating rapidly.

"This press conference is the clarion call for our counterattack."

Let's get this over with quickly and come up with a plan tonight.

We can't delay any longer.

Link nodded.

……

A moment later, the Aston Martin pulled up in the parking lot downstairs from the Curtiss law firm.

Elena turned off the engine, tossed the keys to Link, picked up her briefcase and coat, and walked towards the law firm's door without looking back, her high heels clicking on the floor.

"I'll go to the conference room and wait for you."

I know the office location; your assistant sent me the floor plan last time.

Make sure you settle Kona in first, then come up to me.

We've finalized the press conference agenda and media list; this story needs to be told concisely and clearly.

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble steps gradually faded into the distance.

Link watched the dark green figure disappear behind the revolving door, then looked down at Kona, who was still curled up in his arms.

He was about to wake her when he heard her make a rustling sound.

Kona slowly sat up from his arms, stuck her feet out of the car door, rubbed her eyes, patted her cheeks, tucked her stray hairs behind her ears, and then stretched lazily in the cold wind of the parking lot.

Her movements were fluid and natural, without any of the sluggishness or confusion one would expect from someone just sobering up from a deep intoxication.

After stretching, Kona looked at Link, who was staring at her with a puzzled expression from the driver's seat, and smiled slightly.

"My senior classmate is a terrible driver. She kept lurching and jerking the whole way, I don't know what she was in such a hurry for."

"You're not drunk?"

"This little bit of wine is nothing to me." Kona's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Then what you just did...?"

"What happened just now? I was a little drunk, but I'm fine now."

She tilted her head to look at him, her expression holding a slyness that made it impossible to be angry with her.

"What? You don't want to help me up? Where did your gentlemanly manners go?"

Link took a deep breath, swallowed back the resentment in his stomach, and finally just shook his head and smiled.

I was so angry at her that I laughed; there was nothing I could do.

"I mean, since you weren't drunk, you didn't need to squeeze so tightly just now."

Kona shrugged indifferently.

"Then let Elena take a taxi."

Are you her driver?

No. Next time, let her take a taxi to the law firm herself, and Benny will pick her up.

Link sensed a hint of bitterness in her tone and wisely refrained from responding.

Kona pushed open the car door, stepped out with one foot, and was about to stand up when she suddenly swayed slightly.

Link instinctively reached out to help her, and she steadied herself by holding onto his arm, then looked down at her feet.

The stiletto heel of the high heel had been crushed in the crowd, and the heel was crooked to one side.

She took off the shoe, held it in her hand and shook it, then looked up at Link with a pitiful yet mischievous expression.

"Kind-hearted Attorney Link, could you continue to help me?"

Link looked at the broken high heel, then at her unrepentant smile, sighed, turned around, bent down, and patted his back.

"Get on. I'll carry you."

Kona giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to his back.

Her body was not heavy, much lighter than she looked, but her body temperature was very high. Even through her suit, you could feel the lingering scent of wine and lily of the valley perfume on her body.

Her breath brushed against his ear, carrying a slight warmth. Link carried her steadily into the law firm building, pushed open the glass doors, walked through the lobby, and headed towards the elevator.

We arrived at the elevator, a private space.

"Although I don't quite like Elena's pride,"

Kona suddenly whispered in his ear, her voice like a feather falling into the silent space:

"But she does have one good point."

"What?"

"Her taste."

"Um?"

"Okay, change the floor number. And don't take me to sleep in the office anymore."

Have you forgotten? You were in charge of this press conference for me back then.

I've made many preparations, and today the three of us will discuss and consider how to make this upcoming press conference a resounding success.