Not remembering to eat but not to take drinks seems to be a common problem that everyone makes.

As one of the top leading lawyers in the United States, Mahathir is not immune to these shortcomings.

But he calls it 'forgiveness.' If he doesn't dare to believe it anymore because he was hurt once, then what fun is there in life for him?

The formal trial began. Before the judge attended, the small courtroom contained only whispered exchanges between the defendant and the prosecutor.

"Judge Bandero is here." The bailiff shouted, and everyone in the court stood up to show respect.

Judge Bandru Kamen, who is old, panting when walking, weighs at least 260 pounds, and somewhat bald, walks out of the chamber.

"Sit down, everyone. I have seen the information on this case and can't wait to hear your arguments."

Bandru sat in his chair, put on his reading glasses, opened the document and looked down: "So, now we can start and invite the jury into the court."

"Five of the jury members this time are from the middle class, three are living in poverty and distress, and the other two are retired farmers who moved from Tennessee."

After sitting down again, Mahathir introduced the identity and back of the jury to Eden, which he usually did not have to do.

But Aiden is not 'business as usual,' but his junior boss, and his position in the nine-person think tank is more important than that of the law firm.

"According to the original plan, you will ask the questions." After finishing the analysis of the jury at the scene, Mahathir chose to trust his own judgment again.

Catherine will be a good student. If he misses it, he may regret it for the rest of his life.

As for what will happen between them in the future, and whether he will create a 'Van Gaal again,' he decided to give time to find the answer.

"This is evidence found at the scene. At that time, Mr. Aiden Bland was wearing it. All the witnesses at the scene saw was him kneeling next to the deceased."

"And we want to call the first witness, an expert in blood trace identification." The prosecution launched a fierce attack from the beginning.

"I swear..." After taking the oath, the blood trace expert conducted a large amount of proof and analysis on the question of 'why Aiden Brann is the murderer'.

During this period, the prosecution violated the rules several times and used leading questions and evidence to try to influence the jury.

Catherine discovered each other's intentions every time and 'protested' against them.

But all she could hear were the words 'protest is invalid'. Judge Bandrew, who was sitting in the court, showed obvious favoritism from the beginning.

This was very bad for Catherine, who was actually in court for the second time, arguing as lead counsel against the prosecution.

But she encountered the worst situation, a judge who was unfriendly and biased towards her and her client.

Catherine tried to make the jury question the previous questioning when questioning witnesses, but the prosecutor's frequent rebuttals made her lose her rhythm.

What's even more fatal is that Judge Bandru's performance was completely opposite to before. "The protest is valid," the judge put his face on his hands and gave Catherine a sarcastic expression of being helpless.

"Based on the above issues..."

"Your Honor." Catherine suddenly stood up and interrupted the prosecutor's testimony.

"Lawyer, sit down." Judge Bandrew pointed at her and ordered almost rudely.

Catherine swallowed her saliva and looked as nervous as a deer being targeted by a hunter, but she stubbornly insisted, "Your Honor, I want to file a motion to change the judge."

"What did you say?" Judge Bandrew straightened up and looked at her sharply.

Catherine was as pitiful as a baby seal that had just been beaten with a baseball bat. Her nervousness made her a little dizzy, to the point where she almost couldn't stand and fainted.

But she stubbornly supported the table with her hands and repeated unswervingly: "I want to formally submit a motion to change the judge to you."

Bandru stared at her with a pair of menacing eyes, like an eagle fighting against a hunter.

About 10 seconds passed, which seemed like a century to Catherine, before he asked: "For what reason?"

"Partiality, your honor, my client has been treated unfairly, therefore, I would like to submit..."

Snap.

Catherine's body trembled violently. Fear caused her to close her eyes, but she immediately opened them wide and looked straight at Judge Bandrew.

The other party's hands were still on the table, and he asked in a low voice with an angry face, "Do you know what you are doing? Female~ Sir."

"Yes, I know very well that I must do this as I am responsible for the parties involved... Your Honor." Catherine still maintained due etiquette and respect.

She knew that when she decided to do this, she had already offended Judge Bandrew.

From now on, whenever he appears in his court, he will face all kinds of difficulties and targets.

For a trial judge, there are countless little tricks that are not against discipline and make people unable to grasp the situation, but will make her uncomfortable.

But she must do this because she has to be responsible for her client, and because she must seize this opportunity.

As Mahathir said, she is a smart person, so she also clearly realizes that this is Mahathir's test for herself.

It was also the best opportunity in her life, Aiden Lee was sitting next door to her.

His father, Charlie Lee, whose wealth is immeasurable and has been selected as the world's richest man by many weekly magazines, is looking at him from the auditorium at the back.

Therefore, Catherine cannot mess up, let alone allow anyone to mess up her ‘debut.’

"If I were you, I would think carefully before speaking." Bandru said threateningly again. At this time, he was so angry that he no longer cared about the jury's opinion.

"I insist, Your Majesty..."

Bang, Catherine closed her eyes and shook again, and heard the other party's roar in her ears: "Your motion has been rejected. Now, prosecutor, you can continue to ask questions."

The prosecutor stared at Catherine with an alien expression, as if asking, 'Are you sick? He actually questioned the judge's authority in public and pointed out that the other party was selfish and partial.'

For any lawyer, this is equivalent to digging his own grave.

And she seemed to feel that the cemetery was not deep enough or big enough, and wanted to make the situation more serious.

"Your honor, I stand by my opinion." Catherine said again.

"Shut up, prosecutor, keep going." Bandru pointed at Catherine and yelled.

"Your honor, if you insist on doing this, I will have to file a complaint against you, which does not exclude formal litigation."

As soon as Catherine finished speaking, the entire court fell silent. The reporter who was tapping the typewriter stopped his fingers and looked at her with his mouth wide open.

Bandru's eyes were as terrifying as if he wanted to kill someone. Catherine looked at him without fear and kept her head slightly in awe.

The motion she filed merely questioned Bandrew's impartiality and did not mean that she wanted to challenge the judge's authority in the court.
Chapter completed!