Different One
Eps. 18 Cases of Betsy Done

“I can report this.” Betsy commented on the thin smile on the tip of her lips after she finished seeing the video.

Betsy called her client Claire Mont. He told his client if he found hard evidence that could lead him to win the trial as well as the charges at the green table later.

“One hour done. I have to leave for court.” Betsy rolled her eyeballs after glancing at the clock hanging on the wall.

He left with the file and video evidence he had just obtained from Jorell.

***

In the courtroom, Mr. Claire Mont was present with her lawyer. Mr. Fox was also present with his lawyer.

The trial started 40 minutes ago. The debate between the two camps had also taken place.

“Mr Claire, in this case you were found guilty of committing an act of money laundering with evidence of a false financial transaction record,”.

Betsy, as Mr. Claire's lawyer, immediately stood up and took over the testimony of her client.

“Defense judge. Mr. Claire Mont did not commit the fraud. The accusation was a false accusation,” rebut Betsy fast.

He then issued a supplementary document, as well as a newspaper account file he obtained from Credit Suisse and compared it to the false financial transaction report alleged.

“Judges, from the existing transaction report is different from the report from the original checking account. There is a very significant difference. Here is someone who deliberately changed his value and made it like money laundering,” Betsy said at length.

Betsy submitted the report to the judge. For a few minutes the atmosphere seemed quiet and tense again.

“In light of the report provided by Betsy's Lawyer, Mr. Claire Mont was declared free from charges of making false financial statements.” The judge read out the verdict after making an assessment.

“Defense Judge. Mr. Claire must have made another false report to correct the previous report using the services of a famous accountant.” Mr. Fox's lawyers protested and again threw charges at his client's rivals.

Betsy who heard that, immediately stood up after glancing at the calm-looking Mr. Fox with a flashing smile at the tip of her lips.

“Defense Judge. Mr. Claire did not do at all unqualification as alleged. Even from Mr. Fox's actual act of cheating, also bribe the officer in Credit Suisse.” Betsy, who can't stand it anymore, finally reveals the rottenness of Mr. Fox.

“Is there a basis or proof, you throw such an accusation, Betsy's Lawyer?” The judge again asked the question.

Mr. Fox appears to raise a pair of dark eyebrows, when he sees Betsy handing over a flash disk to the judge.

Even Mr. Fox's lawyer looked at Betsy as scornful for thinking what his rival handed over was just useless evidence of garbage.

“Please a minute to check the contents of this flash disk.” The judge accepted the disc. After that, he immediately checked the contents.

Not only see it for themselves but also show it to all who were present at the trial this time.

“See, what is it?” said a man who participated in the trial this time.

From the screen it is clear Mr. Fox had a meeting with the officer from Credit Suisse several times. From there it is also seen that Mr. Fox gave some bribes to manipulate the reports.

“Don't I have asked my subordinates to delete the record. But why is there still?” lirih Mr. Fox gasped in shock at once furious.

Really, he did not expect that CCTV footage could leak and fall into the hands of his rival.

How did the lawyer get the evidence? inner Mr. Fox. As he recalled How many of his subordinates reported some time ago if the recording had been completely erased. Even from his side does not save the parent recording, to avoid leaking the recording.

“Master Fox, you committed an act of fraud fraud forgery as well as bribery, plus committed an act of money laundering. You are charged with civil law article 216 with a prison sentence of three years and a fine of one million dollars.” The judge gave the verdict and knocked the hammer three times as a sign of the legal verdict made.

The man seemed very satisfied with the performance of the lawyer he hired this time.

“I'm free from demands, Good work Lawyer Betsy.”

***

“Betsy, are you home?” ask Darcy who's on the porch.

The man also just walked into the house after returning from the restaurant. After checking that all of her workers were doing their jobs well, Darcy chose to go home and rest for a while before returning to her restaurant.

“Darling, today my job in the office is done well,” Betsy said approaching Darcy as she wrapped her hand on one of Darcy's burly arms with a smile on the corner of her lips.

“I believe that. You can do it. You are indeed reliable, as always.”

“Actually I didn't do it alone. Someone came in time to help me.” Betsy pulls Darcy into the house.

To him talking outside the house was neither safe, nor comfortable. As a lawyer he has to keep the speech he said even though it was at home. It is feared there are some parties out there who send spies to scout her or the like.

“Who came to help you?” ask Darcy curiously.

“Jorell.”

Darcy slams her ass hard onto the sofa as soon as she hears the boy's name called.

“What did he do for you?”

“You must not have thought this. Just as I was leaving earlier, Jorell handed me the flash disk. He said it was someone's for me. I really did not expect after seeing the contents, it turns out CCTV footage of the cheating behavior of my client's rivals,” Betsy said at length.

Darcy just quietly listened to the story of his wife. She doesn't know how Jorell can help Betsy?

“Where are Jorell and Aroon now?” betsy asked, hearing no other voices in the house other than those two.

“You're home too early. They both haven't come home.”

***

Jorell is in class at the moment. He was looking at the blackboard with focus. Even he made his own notes, a small note that was his own handwriting and contained many questions there.

“Mr. Lawrence, I want to ask.” Suddenly Jorell raised his right hand into the air.

“What did that fool do? Why did he raise his hand? Tumben. This is unusual. He usually always sleeps when the teacher explains the material,” said a male student from the next bench.

“Entahlah. Let's just see.”

Several other pairs of eyes also observed Jorell.

“Yes, Jorell is there anything you want to ask me?” teacher from the front of the class.

“Mr. Paul, I want to ask you a question.” Jorell then mentions seven questions he wrote on his small note.

Not only Xavier, his close friend who was surprised by Jorell's question, but also their classmate.

“For the answer to your question, I will check again.”