Whisper - Chapter 88: Chapter 88
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Connor's Public Appearance and the Truth about Kenneth Westfield – 1
( Olivia's POV )
The atmosphere at Moonlaw Legal Services had shifted dramatically in just a few days. Heather Phillips ' sudden resignation had sent ripples through the entire firm, and now Caroline Lewis had been promoted to head of litigation.
I watched from my office as Caroline addressed the team, her voice steady and professional. "I expect excellence from each of you, but I also believe in fair treatment and merit – based advancement. My door is always open."
The relief on my colleagues ' faces was palpable. Caroline was known for her integrity and fairness – qualities that had been sorely lacking under Heather's leadership.
Jade Mitchell, the young intern, approached my desk hesitantly. "Ms. Winters? Is it true about Kenneth Westfield? Everyone's talking about it."
Before I could answer, Marcus Wilson and two other colleagues appeared in my doorway, their faces alight with curiosity.
"Olivia, you have to tell us what happened," Marcus pressed. "The police just took him away? For real?"
I leaned back in my chair, remembering my principle : those who offend me will pay.
There was no reason to hold back now.
"Oh, that?" I replied, my voice deliberately casual. "I came across a young woman's post online, where she was asking for help after being drugged and ' picked up from the street '. She was terrified to report it, fearing her family would gossip."
Their eyes widened as they leaned closer, hanging on my every word.
"I just wanted to help her, so I reached out. She showed me the man's photo, and my jaw dropped – it was Kenneth Westfield! Can you imagine my shock at seeing such a predator in lawyer's clothing.preying on a minor at Moonlight Club?"
Jade gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.
"I encouraged her to report it immediately," I continued, my voice remaining calm but sharp. "Helped her collect evidence. Fortunately, she had just woken up and hadn't showered yet, so she still had the perpetrator's DNA on her."
"That's ... that's disgusting," Marcus muttered, his face contorted with revulsion.
"She's only sixteen," I added coldly. "Kenneth Westfield is truly despicable."
"Sixteen?" Jade's voice trembled. "That's just a child!"
Marcus shook his head in disgust. "And he had the nerve to lecture us about professional ethics! What a hypocrite."
"You never really know someone, do you?" another colleague remarked. "He always seemed so proper on the surface."
"The worst predators often wear the most convincing masks," I replied, turning back to my computer to signal the end of the conversation.
Throughout the day, Valerie Pierce hovered anxiously around my office. Her usual haughty demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by desperate pleading.
"Lawyer Winters, please," she begged for the fifth time, her mascara smudged from crying. "I'm so sorry for everything I said. Please withdraw the complaint."
I continued typing, barely acknowledging her presence.
"Please, be magnanimous!" Her voice cracked as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Treat my words like a passing breeze and let me go, I beg you. If I'm convicted and my license revoked, my life is over!"
When I remained silent, she dropped to an even more pitiful tone.
"I'll be your loyal assistant, do anything you want!"
Finally, I looked up, my eyes frosty and unmoved.
"I don't need that," I dismissed her coolly. "Miss Pierce, there are 360 trades in the world ; if you can't survive in this one, pick another."
I patted her shoulder with a sardonic smile. "Good luck. I believe in you."
Her face crumpled as she realized I wouldn't budge. She stumbled out of my office, sobbing quietly.
As dusk settled over the city, I gathered my things and headed out with several colleagues. The workday was finally over, and I was looking forward to a quiet evening at home.
"Wow! Look over there – what a stunning man!" A female colleague suddenly tugged on my sleeve, her voice breathless with excitement.
"Where?" "Oh my god!" Others craned their necks, ing in awe.
I followed their gaze and felt my heart skip a beat. There, leaning languidly against his luxury car while speaking on the phone, stood Connor Rivers.
His tall frame was wrapped in a simple black designer coat that hugged his broad shoulders and long legs perfectly. The warm glow of the streetlights softened his usually cold features, highlighting his high cheekbones and sculpted jawline.
As if sensing my gaze, Connor abruptly looked over. Our eyes met across the twilight, and he swiftly ended his call.
With powerful, confident strides, he walked directly toward me. The women around me collectively gasped.
"Oh my god, he's coming this way," one ed frantically.
"I'm so nervous – I should have put on makeup today! How embarrassing to meet such a handsome man looking so ordinary," another lamented.
( Olivia's POV )
The atmosphere at Moonlaw Legal Services had shifted dramatically in just a few days. Heather Phillips ' sudden resignation had sent ripples through the entire firm, and now Caroline Lewis had been promoted to head of litigation.
I watched from my office as Caroline addressed the team, her voice steady and professional. "I expect excellence from each of you, but I also believe in fair treatment and merit – based advancement. My door is always open."
The relief on my colleagues ' faces was palpable. Caroline was known for her integrity and fairness – qualities that had been sorely lacking under Heather's leadership.
Jade Mitchell, the young intern, approached my desk hesitantly. "Ms. Winters? Is it true about Kenneth Westfield? Everyone's talking about it."
Before I could answer, Marcus Wilson and two other colleagues appeared in my doorway, their faces alight with curiosity.
"Olivia, you have to tell us what happened," Marcus pressed. "The police just took him away? For real?"
I leaned back in my chair, remembering my principle : those who offend me will pay.
There was no reason to hold back now.
"Oh, that?" I replied, my voice deliberately casual. "I came across a young woman's post online, where she was asking for help after being drugged and ' picked up from the street '. She was terrified to report it, fearing her family would gossip."
Their eyes widened as they leaned closer, hanging on my every word.
"I just wanted to help her, so I reached out. She showed me the man's photo, and my jaw dropped – it was Kenneth Westfield! Can you imagine my shock at seeing such a predator in lawyer's clothing.preying on a minor at Moonlight Club?"
Jade gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.
"I encouraged her to report it immediately," I continued, my voice remaining calm but sharp. "Helped her collect evidence. Fortunately, she had just woken up and hadn't showered yet, so she still had the perpetrator's DNA on her."
"That's ... that's disgusting," Marcus muttered, his face contorted with revulsion.
"She's only sixteen," I added coldly. "Kenneth Westfield is truly despicable."
"Sixteen?" Jade's voice trembled. "That's just a child!"
Marcus shook his head in disgust. "And he had the nerve to lecture us about professional ethics! What a hypocrite."
"You never really know someone, do you?" another colleague remarked. "He always seemed so proper on the surface."
"The worst predators often wear the most convincing masks," I replied, turning back to my computer to signal the end of the conversation.
Throughout the day, Valerie Pierce hovered anxiously around my office. Her usual haughty demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by desperate pleading.
"Lawyer Winters, please," she begged for the fifth time, her mascara smudged from crying. "I'm so sorry for everything I said. Please withdraw the complaint."
I continued typing, barely acknowledging her presence.
"Please, be magnanimous!" Her voice cracked as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Treat my words like a passing breeze and let me go, I beg you. If I'm convicted and my license revoked, my life is over!"
When I remained silent, she dropped to an even more pitiful tone.
"I'll be your loyal assistant, do anything you want!"
Finally, I looked up, my eyes frosty and unmoved.
"I don't need that," I dismissed her coolly. "Miss Pierce, there are 360 trades in the world ; if you can't survive in this one, pick another."
I patted her shoulder with a sardonic smile. "Good luck. I believe in you."
Her face crumpled as she realized I wouldn't budge. She stumbled out of my office, sobbing quietly.
As dusk settled over the city, I gathered my things and headed out with several colleagues. The workday was finally over, and I was looking forward to a quiet evening at home.
"Wow! Look over there – what a stunning man!" A female colleague suddenly tugged on my sleeve, her voice breathless with excitement.
"Where?" "Oh my god!" Others craned their necks, ing in awe.
I followed their gaze and felt my heart skip a beat. There, leaning languidly against his luxury car while speaking on the phone, stood Connor Rivers.
His tall frame was wrapped in a simple black designer coat that hugged his broad shoulders and long legs perfectly. The warm glow of the streetlights softened his usually cold features, highlighting his high cheekbones and sculpted jawline.
As if sensing my gaze, Connor abruptly looked over. Our eyes met across the twilight, and he swiftly ended his call.
With powerful, confident strides, he walked directly toward me. The women around me collectively gasped.
"Oh my god, he's coming this way," one ed frantically.
"I'm so nervous – I should have put on makeup today! How embarrassing to meet such a handsome man looking so ordinary," another lamented.
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