My Hot Lawyer
MHL Chapter 3

Dexter walked straight into the lobby of the building where he worked. A sweet smile captivated him continued to expand, hypnotizing every eye of the women who passed nearby.

Not only the ones nearby, but also the women who were quite a distance away from the lawyer. Both the long legs were sturdy wrapped in pantofel shoes and slippery black material pants were getting faster, the call given by his partner made Dexter clucked many times.

Ting!

The elevator was open, the lawyer's face was not very good. The man only displays a fake smile when many bright women look at him, not because Dexter likes - but just being sweet to the beautiful creatures that often satisfy him.

Braak!

Without permission Dexter opened the door, his eyes staring flat at the bespectacled man sitting in his chair.

"Your hands are breaking up, Nio? or did you forget how to knock on the door?! insinuations.

The man in the ash-shirt got up, he put his glasses down violently. Both of his legs approached Antonio Dexter who had been sitting relaxed without waiting to be paused.

"Why do you keep calling me, you know I'm busy,"

"Busy with clients who are willing to invite*kang for you?"

Dexter is ticking, his partner this one does know what he used to do. But not all of Dexter's female clients sleep, he also chooses. Even Dexter had refused raw a model he helped first, even though the body model was very fit into the criteria of the ideal woman who wanted Dexter to sleep.

"Not everyone, you know that. Okay forget my problem, now what do you want? why do you keep calling me? I haven't had lunch yet, you know!"

Dexter pulled a tie around his neck, some buttons back open his shirt - his eyes staring intently at the colleague who was seen approaching while carrying some black map in his hand.

"Someone needs your help. I could have helped him, but over the last few weeks I've had to take care of a murder case that happened to a teenager in Sicily. Maybe I won't be returning to this town for quite some time, so I entrusted this case to you. Read the profile of the person who will be your client, he just contacted me a few hours ago and I know him very well."

Dexter raised his eyebrows, lazily grabbing the file from the hands of his co-workers. Before Dexter opened it, the man looked back at the fellow seriously.

The man in the ash-shirt was spreading his shoulders, while Dexter was heard clucking - he really did not like to handle the divorce case that later spread like mushrooms in the rainy season.

Why should there be a marriage if you are finally divorced?

"Can I just handle a murder case? honestly I'm sick of seeing would-be widows and widows arguing at the judge's table just because they want to be right. Don't they love each other, so why divorce?!"

Dexter continued to babble, the man opened the rough map in his hand. His eyes forced him to examine each letter on the paper, not only letters but also two photos of women and men, one of whom would be his client.

"The one who sued was his wife, Luciana Pharcot. The suspect was Marcho Simoncelli, the man who allegedly cheated on her on the day of their second wedding anniversary. I know Lucia, she's a good woman who's been betrothed to a bad guy like Marcho by her dad."

Dexter was still speechless, he noticed the portrait of the woman who was going to be his kilen this time.

Beautiful, and it looks like this woman is very learned. Even Kenny Alesandro knows him well.

"I'll leave him to you, buddy. He's different, don't offer your Desert Wolf when you win his case, I'm afraid you'll regret it!"

Kenny chuckled, the blue-eyed man returned to his chair. While Dexter was still faithfully staring at Luciana's portrait.

"I don't like stiff women. For to me they satisfy me, it is not I who satisfy them!" he did not accept.

ANTONIO DEXTER

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