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“I expect the court to examine the evidence,” I interrupted smoothly, my voice cutting through his bluster. “Which clearly shows my client fulfilled every obligation under the contract.”
I swiftly identified weaknesses in his arguments and responded with sharp retorts that left him scrambling. My ability to control the pace and tone of the trial captivated everyone in the courtroom.
The judge leaned forward, clearly impressed by my presentation. Even the court reporter seemed to pause in her typing to listen more intently.
In this war of words, I emerged victorious. The opposing counsel’s final argument fell flat, and I could see defeat written across his face.
The plaintiff has presented a compelling case, the judge announced. I will render my decision within the week.
But we all knew the outcome was already decided
After the trial concluded, Connor, Adrian, and I walked side-by-side through the courthouse corridors. The marble floors echoed with our footsteps as we made our way toward the exit.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished stone.
I felt the satisfaction of a battle well-fought coursing through my veins.
Outside in the courthouse parking grounds, I turned to Connor with professional courtesy. “Alpha Connor, the verdict should be available in a few days.”
Connor’s voice remained calm as he expressed his confidence. “I have no doubt we’ll receive a favorable ruling. Your performance in there was exceptional, Liv.”
His admiration was evident in the way his ice-blue eyes lingered on my face. The mate bond hummed softly between us, carrying his pride and affection.
“Thank you for your confidence in my abilities,” I replied with a playful smile. “Though I must say, you make an excellent client.”
Adrian stepped closer, his gold-rimmed glasses catching the sunlight. “Olivia, your legal skills are truly impressive. I’ve never seen such masterful courtroom strategy.”
My response to Adrian was noticeably cooler than my exchange with Connor. “Thank you, Adrian. Experience teaches many lessons.”
Adrian’s sharp eyes caught the distance in my tone immediately. His expression shifted slightly, though he tried to maintain his professional demeanor.
“Olivia, would you like to have lunch together?” Adrian asked, his voice hopeful despite my obvious reluctance.
Connor quickly interjected before I could respond. “Actually, I need to consult with Olivia about several aspects of the case. Client privilege, you understand.”
Adrian’s eyebrows rose skeptically. “Is further discussion really necessary? The trial has concluded successfully.”
“As the client, I have every right to consult with my attorney,” Connor retorted, his Alpha authority creeping into his voice. “I don’t see how that concerns you.”
Adrian’s lips curved into a mocking smile. “How convenient. Using legal consultation as cover for a date, Alpha Connor?”
“So what if I am?” Connor responded dismissively, not bothering to deny the accusation.
I could see the tension building between them like storm clouds gathering. Their werewolf instincts were beginning to surface, and I needed to intervene before things escalated.
“Gentlemen, please,” I said firmly, stepping between them. “We’re standing outside a courthouse. Let’s maintain some dignity.”
As we reached the parking area, I turned to Adrian with an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, Adrian, but I do have obligations to my client. You understand.”
Adrian’s forced smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course. Professional duty comes first. I’ll head back to my office then.”
Connor watched Adrian’s departure with undisguised smugness, his satisfaction practically radiating from his tall frame.
After Adrian disappeared from view, I turned to Connor with feigned annoyance. “Why do you two always argue when you’re in the same space?”
Connor’s expression was entirely unrepentant. “He started it. I was simply defending my right to spend time with my attorney.”
I raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Do you actually have questions about the case, or was that just an excuse?*
Connor’s smile was answer enough, but he confirmed it anyway. “I just wanted to have lunch with you, Livvy.”
I headed toward my Glacier White McLaren P1 Hypercar, the stunning vehicle that Connor had gifted me. The sight of it still made my heart skip a beat every time.
Frank Langley sat in the driver’s seat, and I watched Connor’s smile fade instantly. The car only had two seats, leaving Connor without a ride.
“Sorry, Alpha Connor,” I said with a mischievous grin. “There’s no seat for you. I’ll see you later.”
Before I could reach for the door handle, Connor moved swiftly to block my path. “I’ll drive. Today, I’ll be your personal driver and bodyguard.”
I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh? What are your rates, Alpha Connor?”
“Free of charge,” he replied smoothly.
“As they say, free things are often the most expensive,” I teased. “I’m not sure I can afford such luxury.”
Connor leaned closer, creating an intimate distance between us. His ice-blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Then what price did you have in mind?”
I pretended to consider seriously. “Five cents. That’s my final offer.”
“Deal,” Connor agreed immediately, his eyes full of laughter.
He walked around to the driver’s side and tossed his keys to Frank. “Take my Connor’s Obsidian Black Bentley with Custom Plates back to the office.”
Frank looked to me for confirmation, and I nodded my approval. Only then did he exit the McLaren and accept Connor’s keys.
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Connor settled into the driver’s seat with obvious satisfaction. “What would you like to eat?”
I fastened my seatbelt, enjoying this playful side of him. “Anything is fine with me.”
The Glacier White McLaren purred to life under Connor’s skilled handling. Within minutes, we pulled up in front of Moonlight Pinnacle Fine Dining, one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants.
Upon entering the restaurant, soft lighting and exquisite decorations created an elegant atmosphere. The air was filled with a faint, luxurious fragrance that spoke of quality and refinement.
This was a restaurant I had visited several times before. Their ingredients were air-freighted from abroad, their chef trained in France, and every dish was a masterpiece for both eyes and palate.
I ordered two of my favorite dishes without hesitation. The first was bluefin tuna paired with black truffle and a hint of moonberry wine reduction. The fish melted in your mouth with an exquisite flavor that was absolutely divine.
The second was a seven-point cooked pan-fried venison steak with wild mushroom sauce. This dish featured top-grade venison that was tender and juicy, paired with wild mushroom sauce carefully simmered using traditional French techniques.
Every bite was an extreme temptation for the taste buds.
Although I had simply said “anything is fine,” Connor had chosen this restaurant knowing exactly what I loved. The gesture touched me more than I cared to admit.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was romantic, with gentle piano music flowing through the air like silk.
(Olivia’s POV)
The soft piano music continued to flow through Moonlight Pinnacle Fine Dining as Connor and I settled into our meal. The romantic atmosphere was undeniable, with candlelight flickering across the pristine white tablecloth.
Despite the intimate setting, I found myself thinking about work. After all, Connor had used discussing cases as his excuse for this dinner invitation.
“Connor,” I began, cutting into my perfectly prepared venison steak. “Since we’re here to discuss business, I should mention the other cases Rivers Pack Holdings has entrusted to me.”
Connor paused mid-bite, his ice-blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Are you really going to talk about work in such a romantic setting, Livvy?”
