"Enough." Aiden slammed the table suddenly, sobering the female assistant from the aggressive prosecutor's role.

"Sorry." The female assistant looked at Aiden with some concern.

"No, you did a good job." Mahathir said calmly: "After going to court, the other party will only be more offensive than it is now, and will seize every opportunity to anger you."

“If you show what you just did in front of a jury, they will immediately define you as a typical irritable rich second generation.

Then, it is not impossible to kill the victim in anger, it will be very unfavorable to you."

"Hu..." He let out a deep breath, Aiden calmed down and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not very adaptable to this."

"No one can adapt, and no one likes to be questioned." Mahathir shook his head and smiled: "But what you have to do is to make the jury believe you and not let the prosecutor achieve his goals."

"Do it again." Aiden said straightening his back: "I'm fine!"

Compared to before, he made more preparations and believed that he would not be easily angered by the other party this time.

The entire preview lasted for a day, and Li Zitao also went in during this period, and Aiden also performed more and more sophisticatedly.

You can also answer questions with traps with good intentions and use words to make the results more beneficial to you.

"Very good." Close the file, Mahathir rubbed his eyes and said with satisfaction: "Your performance tomorrow will definitely surprise the other party, and I can't wait."

That night, Mahathir and his assistant were resting in the apartment's room, and the next day they set off from the apartment to go to the court.

Looking at Aiden, Li Zitao asked, "Are you nervous?"

"It's because the clothes are too tight." Aiden pulled his sleeves, and the suit was like shrinking, making it difficult for him to move while wearing it.

"This will make you look more mature and be more credible, and the jury will believe you," Mahathir said with a smile.

"Just just a suit?" Aiden pointed at the 'tights' and looked suspicious.

"right."

Mahathir didn't think there was anything wrong with this, "You should know that the first impression often starts with appearance, and your good appearance will become our winning weapon."

"That's great, so now I'm a model!" Aiden said self-deprecatingly.

"No, the image ambassador is more appropriate." Mahathir looked at Li Zitao, who closed his eyes and rested, and kept placing Pixiu in his hand, "He must be in a bad mood now."

As Mahathir guessed, Li Zitao, who had lived for two lives, went to court for the first time.

Although he has been suing many lawsuits in his life, this is the first time his son has sat in the dock like today.

Through the car window, you can already see the front door of the court. There were several scattered reporters standing in front of the steps. It was easy to recognize their identities. Just look at the cameras hanging on your chest and the thief's head and his head keep protruding his head and looking around.

Li Zitao issued a ban and Furance's sex scandal, so the trial did not cause much turmoil.

Because not everyone knows that Aiden Bran is Aiden Lee.

However, some newspapers sent reporters here. Not everyone was influenced by Li, and no one could control everyone.

"Bring your hat, bow your head and just walk in, don't say anything." Ava handed the two hats to Li Zitao and Aiden, whispering to what they should do next.

This situation should be the responsibility of public relations. Li Zitao does not like strange public relations to follow him, so Ava worked part-time jobs that should belong to the public relations department.

"So too." He handed Mahathir another hat, who was a celebrity in the eyes of journalists in New York, especially the Justice Channel.

Compared to Li Zitao and Aiden, Ava believes that Mahathir is more likely to be recognized.

"Is this OK?" Aiden pressed down the brim of his hat and lowered his head.

Nothing can be seen except for the side chin, Ava nodded, "No problem, I'll open the door."

Slap sex...

As soon as the car door was opened, the spotlight that could blind people's eyes was on.

"It's out, they're out." Several reporters stepped forward, holding pens and shorthand notebooks in their hands, wanting to ask some questions.

I just saw the people who came out wearing hats and lowered their heads and walked quickly up the steps. The keen sense of smell from the reporters made them smell the 'bloody smell.'

There is a problem!

But before they could figure out the problem inside, Li Zitao and his party quickly walked up the steps and disappeared into the court gate.

"Have you taken anything?" the reporters hurriedly asked the cameraman.

The cameraman said with a confused look on his face: "I don't know, they walked too fast, as if they had planned training."

“That’s it.”

"What?" The photographer doesn't understand what the companion means.

"Nothing, keep the camera well and hope there will be something useful inside. Now I have to call first."

"Why?"

"I need to know some information, and in addition, we need support."

More than one reporter said this, they rushed to the nearest phone booth almost at the same time, scrambling to snatch the microphones hanging on the wall.

And those reporters who were one step late could only clench their fists and sweep them towards the air to vent their depression.

What happened outside the court gate was gone. At this time, Mahathir had found the information announcement bar and saw the name of the judge assigned to them.

"Damn it." Mahathir growled unhappily, as if the judge who gave them was not ideal.

"It's Bandrew, who hates rich people, hates entrepreneurs and industrial development." Mahathir explained with some depression.

A good judge will make the trial twice the result with half the effort, but unfortunately they are not very lucky today.

"Didn't he install lights, telephones, and these infrastructures at home?" Li Zitao was a little confused. Why did the other party hate industrial development?

"These are the only ones... maybe plus an old radio to focus on current news." Mahathir's complaint ended here.

You can complain, but you must not let this mood affect the subsequent trial.

"Okay, wait and see if we go in later, keep calm and never leave a bad impression on the jury... Be careful of the traps in those questions."

"Catherine, come and ask, I want you to promise, stay offensive like a presentation... Give me to tear them apart like a wild wolf."

Mahathir looked at her with a fierce look, but in fact he was more confused than ever because he didn't know if he was doing this right.

He wanted to accept another apprentice. Catherine performed very well, was smart, tough, had good psychological qualities, and adapted quickly.

However, the shadow of the past still enveloped his heart, making it impossible for him to believe it easily and make the right choice.

In fact, Catherine is very similar to Van Gaal, who is equally young and beautiful, and is equally smart and excellent so that he is moved.
Chapter completed!