Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 121: Chapter 121
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SMACK!
Marlow's hand connected with Liam's face in a stinging slap.
Liam's head snapped sideways, momentarily stunned before he recovered with a cold laugh, licking away the blood at the corner of his mouth.
Rather than subduing him, the slap only intensified the fire in his eyes, his breathing growing heavier.
"Marlow, you're still as defiant as ever... still so naughty."
Marlow crossed her legs elegantly, casually removing her glasses as she regarded Liam with a mocking smile. "Consider that slap a parting gift. Used goods like you—passed around by rich cougars—don't interest me anymore."
Having his past exposed, Liam laughed through his rage, his voice rough with a cynical edge.
"I was young and stupid back then. Now you're the only one I want."
Marlow swirled her whiskey lazily. "If you don't leave now, I'll call the police and report you for sexual harassment."
Recognizing he'd get nowhere, Liam let out a harsh laugh before rising to leave.
As she watched him walk away, Marlow pulled a small voice recorder from beneath the table, turning it over thoughtfully in her hand.
Liam had barely settled into his car outside the bar when his phone rang with Gregory's call.
"Have you considered my offer? With our cooperation, Marlow won't stand a chance, and that billion dollars will be ours for the taking."
Liam pressed his tongue against the stinging inner wall of his cheek where Marlow had struck him.
He accepted immediately, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Don't worry. I'll make Marlow beg me for mercy on her knees."
He ground his teeth, imagining Marlow weeping and groveling before him.
The dim streetlights cast flickering shadows across his face, but his eyes remained steadily bright with malicious intent.
Liam pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Mack, I have a job for you..."
Meanwhile, after returning to her hotel room, Marlow received a text from Walter:
[Marlow, we have a problem. Check the news immediately.]
Marlow's expression hardened as she opened a news website to find the headline:
"SEXY LAWYER EMBROILED IN PERJURY SCANDAL: THE SHOCKING TRUTH WILL MAKE YOUR JAW DROP!"
The sensationalist headline had helped the article gather thousands of views in just thirty minutes.
The piece accused Marlow of committing perjury three years ago for personal gain, resulting in her client's death.
It also insinuated that her academic credentials were fraudulent and that she had obtained her legal licenses by trading sexual favors.
Internet users piled on, publishing Marlow's photos and personal information.
Within minutes, her phone was flooded with thousands of hateful messages.
Rather than becoming upset, Marlow's lips curved into a sardonic smile.
She logged into her verified Twitter account and posted:
[The innocent have nothing to fear. Until the truth comes to light, I will not dignify these slanderous attacks with further responses. However, I have documented every single account that has insulted or defamed me, and I reserve the right to pursue legal action. If anyone else wishes to challenge me, I welcome you to face me one-on-one. I will follow the letter of the law, all the way to its conclusion.]
She attached images of her three academic degrees and electronic transcripts. A GPA of 4.0 and top 1% class ranking silenced many critics, especially considering all her degrees came from universities ranked in the global top five.
The post ignited even more controversy online.
More people followed her account, waiting to see if there would be a twist to this scandal...
Marlow didn't give it another thought. After posting, she turned off her phone and went to sleep.
The next morning, Marlow sat bolt upright when she checked her messages.
The private investigator she'd hired had sent news—they'd found the sole witness from the rape case three years ago!
Marlow's pupils dilated with excitement.
She couldn't forget the defendant's arrogant laughter after she lost the case, or the despair in Rachel Sims' eyes.
And she would never forget Rachel's final phone call from that rooftop before she jumped—
"Attorney Reeves, I guess not everyone gets treated fairly after all."
"I guess not everyone deserves a future."
Marlow's gaze grew colder, her entire body tense with anticipation.
She quickly got ready and took a taxi to the witness's location in an old tenement building.
The structure had an eerie, ominous quality. The surrounding area was nearly deserted, with only occasional rats scurrying along the walls—hardly a place where normal people would choose to live.
A murder of crows suddenly flew overhead, their cries piercing and mournful.
Marlow swallowed hard, forcing down her unease as she entered the building.
After rehearsing what she would say, she arrived at the witness's door.
To her surprise, the decaying door was already ajar. Marlow immediately sensed something was wrong.
She pushed the door open. The apartment was deathly quiet except for a rhythmic dripping sound, and the air was filled with a strange odor.
A leaky faucet?
Marlow frowned, looking toward the bathroom.
She moved cautiously, slowly approaching. When she saw what was inside, the blood drained from her face—
Marlow's hand connected with Liam's face in a stinging slap.
Liam's head snapped sideways, momentarily stunned before he recovered with a cold laugh, licking away the blood at the corner of his mouth.
Rather than subduing him, the slap only intensified the fire in his eyes, his breathing growing heavier.
"Marlow, you're still as defiant as ever... still so naughty."
Marlow crossed her legs elegantly, casually removing her glasses as she regarded Liam with a mocking smile. "Consider that slap a parting gift. Used goods like you—passed around by rich cougars—don't interest me anymore."
Having his past exposed, Liam laughed through his rage, his voice rough with a cynical edge.
"I was young and stupid back then. Now you're the only one I want."
Marlow swirled her whiskey lazily. "If you don't leave now, I'll call the police and report you for sexual harassment."
Recognizing he'd get nowhere, Liam let out a harsh laugh before rising to leave.
As she watched him walk away, Marlow pulled a small voice recorder from beneath the table, turning it over thoughtfully in her hand.
Liam had barely settled into his car outside the bar when his phone rang with Gregory's call.
"Have you considered my offer? With our cooperation, Marlow won't stand a chance, and that billion dollars will be ours for the taking."
Liam pressed his tongue against the stinging inner wall of his cheek where Marlow had struck him.
He accepted immediately, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Don't worry. I'll make Marlow beg me for mercy on her knees."
He ground his teeth, imagining Marlow weeping and groveling before him.
The dim streetlights cast flickering shadows across his face, but his eyes remained steadily bright with malicious intent.
Liam pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Mack, I have a job for you..."
Meanwhile, after returning to her hotel room, Marlow received a text from Walter:
[Marlow, we have a problem. Check the news immediately.]
Marlow's expression hardened as she opened a news website to find the headline:
"SEXY LAWYER EMBROILED IN PERJURY SCANDAL: THE SHOCKING TRUTH WILL MAKE YOUR JAW DROP!"
The sensationalist headline had helped the article gather thousands of views in just thirty minutes.
The piece accused Marlow of committing perjury three years ago for personal gain, resulting in her client's death.
It also insinuated that her academic credentials were fraudulent and that she had obtained her legal licenses by trading sexual favors.
Internet users piled on, publishing Marlow's photos and personal information.
Within minutes, her phone was flooded with thousands of hateful messages.
Rather than becoming upset, Marlow's lips curved into a sardonic smile.
She logged into her verified Twitter account and posted:
[The innocent have nothing to fear. Until the truth comes to light, I will not dignify these slanderous attacks with further responses. However, I have documented every single account that has insulted or defamed me, and I reserve the right to pursue legal action. If anyone else wishes to challenge me, I welcome you to face me one-on-one. I will follow the letter of the law, all the way to its conclusion.]
She attached images of her three academic degrees and electronic transcripts. A GPA of 4.0 and top 1% class ranking silenced many critics, especially considering all her degrees came from universities ranked in the global top five.
The post ignited even more controversy online.
More people followed her account, waiting to see if there would be a twist to this scandal...
Marlow didn't give it another thought. After posting, she turned off her phone and went to sleep.
The next morning, Marlow sat bolt upright when she checked her messages.
The private investigator she'd hired had sent news—they'd found the sole witness from the rape case three years ago!
Marlow's pupils dilated with excitement.
She couldn't forget the defendant's arrogant laughter after she lost the case, or the despair in Rachel Sims' eyes.
And she would never forget Rachel's final phone call from that rooftop before she jumped—
"Attorney Reeves, I guess not everyone gets treated fairly after all."
"I guess not everyone deserves a future."
Marlow's gaze grew colder, her entire body tense with anticipation.
She quickly got ready and took a taxi to the witness's location in an old tenement building.
The structure had an eerie, ominous quality. The surrounding area was nearly deserted, with only occasional rats scurrying along the walls—hardly a place where normal people would choose to live.
A murder of crows suddenly flew overhead, their cries piercing and mournful.
Marlow swallowed hard, forcing down her unease as she entered the building.
After rehearsing what she would say, she arrived at the witness's door.
To her surprise, the decaying door was already ajar. Marlow immediately sensed something was wrong.
She pushed the door open. The apartment was deathly quiet except for a rhythmic dripping sound, and the air was filled with a strange odor.
A leaky faucet?
Marlow frowned, looking toward the bathroom.
She moved cautiously, slowly approaching. When she saw what was inside, the blood drained from her face—
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