Miss President wants to talk to you

"More than thirty?"

Congressman Gary suddenly frowned. "I didn't make up more than thirty stories. Only the first three were made up."

"what?"

The councilor next to him was stunned. "You only made up three stories? What are you planning to tell when the woman comes up next?"

Why are you asking me this?

Gary was also stunned. "Weren't those women in the back arranged by you?"

what?

Did I arrange this?

is it?

The congressman next to him was truly confused; he was well aware of his own limitations and knew he simply didn't have the ability.

But Gary vehemently denied this.

Who arranged for these women?

Mr. Smith?

……

Truman ended his questioning of the third woman.

As before, once asked about evidence, the women started to evade the question.

One moment she's innocent, the next she's infamous.

Even if evidence can be provided, its effectiveness is very low and its persuasiveness is completely insufficient.

Truman is increasingly realizing that Eleanor is indeed innocent.

My question just now had touched the souls of those women.

They had no way to face it and could only throw a tantrum.

but

Although Truman was willing to believe Eleanor, the jury was not.

They have been captivated by these women's performances and are visibly inclined to not support Eleanor.

Truman couldn't help but sigh.

"Why does Mr. Eleanor insist on having a jury participate in this trial?"

If the case were handled by a judge alone, Truman believed that, given the judge's understanding, he should be able to see that something was amiss with these women.

But Eleanor ended up bringing a jury.

Isn't this like lifting a rock only to drop it on your own foot?

In the audience, Hattie Wallace also watched with interest.

Previously, Eleanor had confidently assured himself that he would launch a spectacular counterattack.

The trial has now progressed to this stage.

Where is the counterattack?

Where is the beauty?

Hattie only saw Eleanor being beaten so badly that he couldn't fight back and was about to be found guilty by the jury.

"So, all this talk about Eleanor being the best was just bragging?"

Hattie was caught in a strange mood.

She knew that the techniques Eleanor had taught her were all useful.

And indeed, he won a brief victory at the hearing by relying on those skills.

But now that it's Eleanor's turn to play, his performance is so poor.

"It turns out it wasn't that Eleanor taught well, but that I learned well on my own."

Hattie couldn't help but nod inwardly, "It seems that I have now far surpassed Eleanor!"

……

Finally, when the trial had progressed to the point where everyone thought the outcome was already decided.

The fourth witness finally came to the stage.

The plaintiff's lawyer, Bell, was also unfamiliar with this witness.

Because she approached him herself, when Bell took on the case, the Southern congressman only had three clients.

But then more and more rumors emerged, and countless women with children came to her door.

Bell instinctively felt something was amiss, and he voiced his concerns to the Southern congressmen.

There are too many people now.

He said, "You should stop having women appearing. Three is fine. If there are any more, we really won't be able to manage them all."

Unexpected changes may occur during the court hearing.

However, the Southern congressmen at the time did not take this seriously.

"I don't see anything wrong with it; at least it's quite lively."

The senator said, "Hopkins' private life has always been very decadent. The more women who accuse him, the more attention the case will receive."

"Even if Hopkins is found not guilty, his image in the public eye will be completely defined."

"One or two people might be making false accusations, but does that mean dozens of people are all making false accusations?"

Ultimately, the Southern lawmakers didn't care whether Eleanor was guilty or not.

They just want to ruin him and discredit him.

In that case, the more impactful the case, the better.

Fine.

Since the members of parliament have all said so, it would be impolite for Bell to offer any further opinions.

At this moment, he stood before the fourth witness.

The routine questioning began.

"What is your name?"

“Suragrant,” the woman said.

“You’ve come here for the child in your arms, haven’t you?” Bell asked.

“That’s right!” Sula nodded.

At that moment, Bell couldn't help but look at the child in Sula's arms.

Then a black line appeared on his forehead.

The child, though still very young, already had quite a bit of golden hair.

blond.

The child's mother is red-haired, and Hopkins is black-haired.

This is clearly not convincing enough.

While it's not impossible to make an accusation, Bell couldn't help but wonder who had brought this person here.

Don't they do quality control beforehand?

Sure enough, once you start pursuing quantity, quality inevitably begins to decline.

He banished those thoughts from his mind and refocused on the trial.

“Ms. Grant”.

He said, "What are you going to accuse this child of? Is this child also Hopkins' child?"

"I object!"

Suddenly, Truman raised his hand and said, "This is clearly a leading question, I object!"

"Opposition is valid."

The judge looked at Bell and said, "Attorney Bell, you can't ask questions like that anymore."

Bell had no objection to this.

Let them object if they want; at least I've already raised my own concerns.

Is the child Hopkins'?

There was almost no need for hesitation on this issue; all the previous plaintiffs had immediately given an affirmative answer.

Bell thought there would be no surprises this time either.

However, Sula's expression suddenly showed hesitation.

She seemed momentarily at a loss for words, then suddenly turned to look at Eleanor.

"Mr. Hopkins."

She asked, "Is this child yours?"

Bell's expression suddenly froze.

An ominous premonition lingered in my mind.

Meanwhile, in the defendant's dock, Eleanor smiled calmly.

"of course."

He said, "Ms. Sura, just tell the judge that this child is mine."