Female Novel
Chapter 2844
Ethan frowned in dissatisfaction when he heard how long it would take. "That's too long."
The interpreter listened to their conversation and said, "Yes, the train would be much faster."
"Do I look like someone who would take the train?" Ethan raised his eyebrows. If the assistant had notforgotten to book the ticket, he would have been sitting in the first-class cabin on the plane.
Airplanes, luxury cars, and cruise ships were his only means of travel. Nothing else.
The interpreter was silenced by his words.
The trains in Russia were nowhere as fast as the ones in A City. One would have to check in for theflight two hours in advance if one was going to B City, but one would only have to arrive at the railstation 30 minutes in advance.
Plus, getting from A City to B City on the train only took an hour or so.
Ethan opened his laptop and looked at the documents the interpreter had translated at the policestation.
He did not dare be careless about Matysh's case, so he read it several times over, but he still could notthink of how to win this lawsuit and protect Matysh.
He was even more curious about how Shandra would help Matysh deal with this lawsuit.
Ethan watched the car in front in silence.
It was the weekend, and there were many people out and about, so there was quite some traffic. By thetime they reached B City, it was already three hours later.
Shandra's driver parked the car in front of a residential building.
Ethan saw Shandra getting out of the car, so he followed her and went up to her. "Ms. Cullen, is this it?"
Shandra glanced at the navigation map on her phone, and it showed the residential building in front ofher. "This is it."
Ethan could not help but click his tongue as he commented, "They said that this country wasimpoverished and underdeveloped. I didn't notice that when I was in A City, but I didn't think that everyother place other than A City was actually this run-down."
The residential building in front of them was time-worn, and the cement on the walls was peeling offeverywhere, revealing the red bricks inside. After weathering, the red bricks were graying too.
Listening to his arrogant tone, Shandra rolled her eyes. "Mr. Ethan, do you know how much the buildingin front of you is worth?"
“How much could such a run-down building be worth?" Ethan's voice was full of disgust.
An old building like this that could not even compare to an estate in Russia would surely be worthnothing.
"The land of this residential building alone must be worth over a million dollars," Shandra guessed. Thebuilding may be run-down, but the owner of it could even be a multi-millionaire.
Although the economy of B City was not as good as that of A City, it was still developed, and every inchof land was costly. This residential building may be shabby, but the wealth and power of its ownershould not be underestimated.novelbin
Usually, people who owned residential buildings like these would not just have one. This building wasnot completely dilapidated, so it could still be rented out. Relying on the rental income alone would notbe an issue at all.
It was not like they lived here, so there was no need to rebuild it.
Ethan clicked his tongue and frowned. He did not expect that the land alone would cost that much. If BCity's land price was so high, this place must not be as poor as he thought it was.
The houses were this run-down everywhere.
Ethan glanced at the concrete floor under his feet that were full of holes, and he puckered his lips incontempt.
"Yvette, go and ring the doorbell of 601." Shandra glanced at the documents. The mother of the girlwho committed suicide lived in Unit 601.
She must not have much money to choose to live here.
If she had money, she would not have chosen to live in such a remote place.
Shandra looked at the row of doorbells as her assistant, Yvette, walked over to ring the correct one.She was reminded that Matysh and that unscrupulous boss did not even give this family a single pennyso that they could wash off their crimes. They even framed the breadwinner of the house. In the end,he could not take it anymore, so he committed suicide.
She closed the file with disgust.
Although she had to defend her client with everything she could as a lawyer, this case still arousedresentment in Shandra.
Yvette pressed the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before pressing it again, but no oneanswered.
"Ms. Cullen, no one's answering the door." Yvette looked back at Shandra.
"Did you contact her last night?" Shandra asked, but she knew that Yvette had a sense of responsibilityand would do what she was told.
Yvette nodded. "I did, and she said that she'd be home today."
She said she would be at home, but nobody opened the door for them.
Yvette called her again, but nobody answered after ten or so rings.
After a while, a middle-aged woman came to open the door. She noticed that there were a few foreignpeople outside, so she held the key in her hand and looked at them vigilantly with curious eyes.
"Ma'am, can you help us find the resident of Unit 601?" Yvette struck up a conversation with her.
"Unit 601? Who are you?" The middle-aged woman was still vigilant.
“Oh, we're lawyers. We're here to find the residents of Unit 601 to ask some questions." Yvette quicklyhanded over her business card. Law and order in these remote places were quite chaotic, so sheunderstood the woman's wariness.
The middle-aged woman glanced at the business card and immediately understood. "You're here forher daughter's case, right?"
"Yes, you're right." Yvette nodded.
The middle-aged woman sighed and said, "She's quite pitiful. Her daughter and husband are gone.Although they said that her husband committed suicide by jumping off a building, I think it was thatforeigner and the boss who were to blame. You're lawyers. Can you prosecute them?"
The rape case garnered a lot of attention here.
They even thought that the girl's father committed suicide because he could not stand the slander, andthis tragedy was because of that unscrupulous boss.
Shandra's expression was twisted, and her neck was stiff. She wanted to nod at the woman's question,but she was on Matysh's side, so she could bring herself to do so.
The interpreter froze too.
He dared not interpret what the middle-aged woman said to Ethan, lest he got angry.
"Why did you stop?" Ethan looked at the interpreter suspiciously. He could not understand theirlanguage.
"I'm done interpreting, Mr. Ethan," the interpreter said through gritted teeth. Ethan had always stood upfor Matysh, so he was afraid that interpreting what the middle-aged lady said would trigger him.
Ethan frowned in disbelief.
Yvette realized that something was wrong, so she immediately stepped forward to continue the topic onthe resident in Unit 601. "Ma'am, we came here today to ask her some questions. Can you pass on themessage for us?"
They were not allowed to go up without the consent of the host family.
At this moment, the middle-aged woman suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, Lisa. She'snot home now. I saw her at the little milk tea shop on the corner of the street. She seemed to be talkingto someone. She was also wearing a suit like you all. Why don't you go over and look for her there?"
Yvette looked at Shandra.
"Let's go." Shandra decided immediately.