When I gave up my law license, the legal community rejoiced. Only Rachel Wilson, my fiancé’s ex-girlfriend and the star prosecutor, strongly objected. At the press conference, she tearfully pleaded: ”Jennifer is one of the most promising young lawyers I’ve ever seen. I sincerely hope she can return to the courtroom.” I blocked her number and boarded the plane, feeling nothing. In my previous life, I defended a death row inmate. Internet users called me an accomplice, cursing my whole family to hell. The key evidence I submitted in court mysteriously failed. Rachel Wilson won the case. All of this turned me from a golden girl of an elite law school to a despised “murderer’s lawyer” that everyone wanted to beat up. Internet users sent me razor blades and dumped feces at my door. My grandparents who raised me were surrounded and insulted by angry netizens, dying from sudden illness. I fell into severe depression. On the day Rachel Wilson won a lifetime achievement award and kissed Ethan Cole, I hanged myself in the law firm building. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the case was submitted. 0
“Ms. Shaw, that was brilliant! With this evidence, we can even overturn a death sentence! You’re truly a shining star in our field!” As my assistant finished speaking, I gasped. This wasn’t the altar or the noose, but my familiar office?! I had been reborn. Back to the morning of the case, at 10 AM when the case evidence was about to be submitted. On the desk, my assistant had already plugged the USB drive into the computer. Seeing my horrified expression, he hurriedly comforted me, ”I’ll upload it first, Ms. Shaw. You should rest. You must be exhausted these past few days!” I grabbed his wrist. ”Wait.” ”Bring the materials back, I’ll revise another version.” My assistant looked confused but still followed my instructions and didn’t upload the materials. I counted the clock on the wall… Ten minutes later, my phone rang as expected. It was a call from the judge. ”What?! Our evidence hasn’t been submitted yet, but it’s already been fully refuted by prosecutor Rachel Wilson?” My assistant shoved the phone in front of me, his voice shaking: ”Jennifer, look, the materials in our hands haven’t been sent out yet. How did Rachel Wilson know about them and how could she refute them point by point? Is it… is it possible that we have a mole in our team who leaked information?!” I closed my eyes, my breathing tense: It was the same time, the same evidence, the same case as in my previous life. For some reason, Rachel Wilson was able to know all the evidence I had in advance, Refuting everything and outmaneuvering me at every turn. She even managed to achieve a spectacular reversal victory in her career when we had the trump card. I remember that day in court, the applause for her was endless. I frantically tried to make the evidence sources public to everyone, but still couldn’t prove my innocence. Instead, I was expelled from the law firm for leaking confidential information and completely lost my lawyer qualification. I thought my fiancé Ethan Cole would believe me and confided in him. But he made our conversation public. He came out to apologize for me publicly, expressing his disgust and cutting ties with me. He finally succeeded in eliminating me, his biggest competitor, allowing Rachel Wilson to stand on the pinnacle of the lifetime achievement award. On stage, Rachel Wilson was radiant, smiling and saying, “Justice will never be tainted.” Off stage, I was in despair, hanging myself at the lawyer position I loved most. I never expected that the person I trusted most would stab me in the back so deeply. This life, I looked at the camera on the wall and smirked, ”Check the surveillance footage for me.” I want to see which ghost leaked the key evidence I had carefully prepared in advance. 0
My assistant rushed off with the security guard to check the surveillance footage. I sat alone at my desk, not moving for a full five minutes: That key piece of evidence was the core material I had spent half a year visiting multiple places and investigating. Even if it was refuted by Rachel Wilson in advance, we absolutely cannot give up this opportunity easily. I opened my computer and started browsing through countless interview recordings with the client. When I opened the seventh video, I froze: The detention center surveillance showed that in the last few months, every time I went to see the client, Rachel Wilson was also there. Her timing was always perfect. Just an hour after I finished meeting with the client, she would go to visit. Why? Rachel Wilson was from the prosecution. Unlike me as a defense lawyer, she didn’t need to contact the suspect so frequently. Could it be that she knew in advance when I was going to see the suspect? An even stranger point was: In Rachel Wilson’s rebuttal document, she clearly mentioned “the climate conditions of the rainy season”. Rachel Wilson and my fiancé grew up together in the north as childhood friends. How could she possibly understand that unique damp texture of the south? Inspiration struck. My whole body shook as I stared at her gentle smile on the screen. Ethan Cole had said countless times in front of me: ”Rachel is the person I’m most grateful for in my life.” She was Ethan Cole’s “orphanage sister” during his childhood, and also his benefactor. Back then, Rachel Wilson sponsored Ethan Cole all the way through school. Later, when Ethan Cole became the CEO of a multinational company, he in turn sent Rachel Wilson abroad for further studies. After she came back, he even helped her all the way to becoming a prosecutor. My one-sided love for Ethan Cole seemed like a joke. Loving too humbly and fearfully, even though I was sour and choked up inside at how much he cherished Rachel Wilson, I didn’t know how to object. My assistant sent a message: [Ms. Shaw, I’ve checked all the surveillance footage and found no one copying the materials.] I couldn’t figure it out: If there was no mole in the law firm, how did Rachel Wilson know about my evidence in advance? Gritting my teeth, this time I went all out, locking myself in the office for three full days without leaving. Phone off, computer disconnected from the internet. I completely scrapped the old draft, rewrote the defense plan, and retrieved over 5,000 pages of materials. At dawn on the fourth day, I handed the evidence to my assistant: ”Use this version. Submit it immediately.” My assistant sent a string of praise: [This version is amazing, Jennifer my legal goddess!!] [There’s been no new move from prosecutor Rachel Wilson’s side, not even supplementary materials submitted.] [We’re definitely going to win this time!] I finally felt a weight lift from my heart. But just as I was about to take a nap on the couch, before dawn, the door was banged so hard it shook: ”Ms. Shaw, something terrible has happened!!” ”Prosecutor Rachel Wilson’s side quickly submitted a new rebuttal this morning, and even applied to change the court hearing to a live broadcast!” The moment my assistant rushed in, my mind went blank. I suddenly stood up, turned on my phone, and notifications from various platforms flooded in. [Shocking! Beautiful prosecutor personally applies for live court broadcast, justice to be open and transparent!] [Justice will not be silent, how many dirty secrets are hidden behind the death row inmate?] Someone must have bought trending topics for Rachel Wilson. With this series of operations, the heat directly surpassed all entertainment news that day. Internet users cursed even more viciously than in my previous life.
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