Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3200 Shouldn't Have Taken Someone Else's Word For It

The wheels of the car driven by Gale had been removed by Rain. He had no choice but to leave on foot.

As the police officer watched him leave from behind, he could not help but shake his head. "What a waste. With skills like that, he'd be a perfect fit at our precinct."

However, considering Gale was under Luke, he did not push further. The officer just shook his head and then directed the operations at the scene.

Since there had been a gunfight, they needed to secure the area, find the bullets, and then write a report.

It was quite a serious incident.

Fortunately, there were no casualties on their side, and they did not let the suspect escape either.

A few police officers were busy cordoning off the area to prevent vehicles from entering. Meanwhile, the escort team successfully brought Matysh to the courthouse's back entrance.

A court officer came forward. He checked Matysh's identity and then escorted him inside. They had heard about the gunfight and were surprised Matysh was still brought over on time.

The court officer was impressed by these escorting officers and asked with concern, "How's everything? Our colleagues are okay, right?"

"No problem. There are no casualties. Let's go," replied one of the officers. They wanted to ensure Matsyh could smoothly reach the courtroom.

At that moment, among the crowd standing at the main entrance, someone suddenly spoke up, "Someone appeared on the live broadcast!

Has the suspect been taken inside?"

When the others heard this, they took out their phones to watch the live feed.

"When did this happen? We didn't see any cars going in!"

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"Did you forget? The courthouse has a back door. I think he was escorted in from there."

After someone reminded them about it, a few of them were dissatisfied. They said to the court officers at the door, "Come on, what's with this?

Yeah, there are more people here, but there's no need to sneak in through the back door. We just wanna give that guy a piece of our minds."

"Yeah, exactly! We're just regular folks here, pissed off and wanting to give that guy a good chewing out. Did you guys really have to sneak him in through the back door?"

Many of them were angry and wanted to sit in on the proceedings, but the courtroom had limited seating. Furthermore, the courthouse knew there was a lot of public interest in the case. Allowing everyone in would have caused chaos, so they tightly regulated who could attend and how many.

People who were not directly related to the case were unable to listen in and could only watch online.

However they vented their frustrations while watching the live stream, it would not affect the courtroom's order.

That was the courthouse's original intention.

These spectators had no choice but to abide by it. They stood here with the intention of giving Matysh a piece of their mind, but unexpectedly, the courthouse did not even give them that chance.

"Alright, cut it out, guys. I heard some folks were even thinking about pulling a heist midway, and there was gunfire. With this many people around, who knows who's among US? The courthouse is doing this for everyone's safety, so let's stop all the yelling."

A bystander, witnessing the uproar among the crowd, raised his voice in protest. He claimed that bringing the suspect in through the back door was for everyone's safety.

When they heard the mention of a gunfight, a palpable silence fell over them.

They felt that such things were far removed from their lives, so learning about the gunfight only fueled their anger even more.

"It's all because of that foreigner. He should be sentenced to death!"

"Yeah, he should be sentenced to death. What a despicable person!"

The crowd voiced one after another. Journalists standing at the door filmed the angry crowd continuously, reporting on the scene while also covering the gunfight incident.

Walter sat in the lounge, scrolling through the online comments. He put on a faint smile.

Luke had appointed him as the plaintiffs lawyer, implying he should do his best to ensure Matysh received a harsh sentence.

However serious Matysh's crimes were, the law stood firm. No matter how angry the public might be, the sentencing would be based on the severity of the offense.

It was not about what he said or what the judge said in terms of years. Every suspect's trial underwent rigorous questioning before reaching a conclusion.

If the convicted party was not satisfied, they could appeal. This ensured every case got a fair and open hearing.

Initially, Walter had been thinking about what arguments could persuade the judge to add two more years to Matysh's sentence. He did not expect the opportunity to arrive now.

Matysh had masterminded this elaborate scheme.

Such things had been unprecedented in A City for years. It was truly a tale of intrigue and wonder.

However, Matysh's actions now provided Walter with the arguments and means to push for a heavier sentence.

Although Matysh had not been sentenced yet, his escape constituted another charge. Adding an additional charge was a simple matter for people like him.

"Mr. Long, here's a message from over there. The court will convene in ten minutes." Walter's assistant entered.

"Alright. Got it," Walter responded.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

The assistant then handed him a cup of coffee. "Mr. Long, here's your coffee."

Walter frowned. "I didn't ask you to buy me coffee."

The assistant was puzzled. "Wasn't it you who told me to get coffee?"

Walter smirked, suddenly realizing something. He shook his head and said, "I didn't ask you to get me coffee."

'That's strange. Just now, someone

outside said you told me to get you a cup of coffee. He even mentioned you wanted it from that spot across the courthouse entrance," explained the assistant, looking perplexed.

He wondered why Walter would pass him the message that way when Walter could just call him.

"If I needed your help, I wouldn't have gotten someone to relay the message. They played a trick on you," said Walter. He eyed the coffee cup, suspecting it might be spiked.

As for why the café willingly added something extra to the coffee, it was undoubtedly for money.

Walter did not expect people in this day and age to still use such crude tactics.

However, it was fortunate he had made it a habit not to consume any beverages delivered to him before a court session or bought from outside. Until now, no one had been able to put one over on him.

"I was going to call and confirm with you, but I couldn't reach you on your phone. I don't know why. I was afraid of delaying things, so nikos, so quickly bought

as afraid

it the assistant explained why he did not call Walter first after receiving the

message from someone else. It was

because Walter could not be reached.

!

Walter frowned and glanced at his phone. Everything seemed fine. The signal was strong. Just moments ago, he was able to

watch live broadcasts from major media outlets.

Still, there was no reason for his assistant to lie to him.

Even though there was no reason to deceive him, a mistake had been made.

Walter asked, "How long have you been working for me?"

"It's been two years," the assistant replied honestly.

"Since you've been with me for two years, whether we're overseas or back

home, you should know I don't drink

anything bought outside before a court session-not even wa even water from

the

courthouse, said Walter, emphasizing that he always brought his own thermos to court sessions.

He only drank his own brewed coffee or plain water.

The assistant naturally knew this. He nodded, admitting his mistake. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken someone else's word for

it."