"It's me, Sanders, I don't know if you're watching FOX's "American Crime", but I want you to call and tell them that if that host Susan Vic continued to speak on the show like this, then they'd better pray that Sean lost the case, otherwise we'll sue them for spreading rumors and slander to the end." Sanders said as he looked at the screen and holding his cell phone, standing in front of the TV in the living room.

On TV, a middle-aged woman with short brown hair was talking in front of the camera: "In three days, the second trial will begin in this case. If there is no accident, the jury will make a verdict after this trial. Although Adam Kassel claimed that Sean was 100% innocent, according to the current situation, he was almost 100% murderer..."

"Okay, Sandy, watching this kind of program will reduce IQ. They will use their best for the ratings." Garen walked over and turned off the TV, then handed the large stack of documents in his hand to his arms. "The law firm will monitor these situations, so it's better for you to come and analyze these things for me now."

"Damn it, these bastards really know how to choose time." Neil hurried in from outside, holding his cell phone, looking particularly unhappy.

"Why, they unanimously asked Sean to withdraw from the board of directors?" Galen guessed what happened when he saw him.

"Yes, they said that Sean doesn't play much role in the board of directors anyway, so it's better to just withdraw from the lawsuit. What a bunch of bastards." Neil sighed, "The two founders don't care much. After all, Sean's representatives vote for them every time, but the problem is that it's okay to change such things. Zuckerberg is simply an angel when compared with them."

"It can't be in the present," Sanders inserted, "If the media knows, spreading it will give the public a kind of thing. Sean is guilty, so he was kicked out by Google's board of directors."

"Yes, so I threaten them, this matter can only be done after the verdict, otherwise we will never quit unless they vote to let us get out. In that case, we can create the impression that these guys are taking advantage of others," Neil explained. "They will regret it. Although my intuition is not as good as Sean, I completely believe this."

"Very good, so now come and help with the analysis, let's start over again." Sanders raised the things in his hand.

Neil rolled his eyes, but took a part anyway, and then Sanders looked to the side: "Fred, where are you?"

The person sitting there lazily didn't seem to hear it, and there was no reaction at all. It was not until Sanders asked again that he blinked: "What?"

"Witness, you are responsible for finding witnesses in Santa Monica, how is it going?" Sanders rarely had sarcasm and teasing.

"Old," Frederick replied listlessly, "waiting for our or the investigators in the law firm to find the target, and then I come to visit and ask about the situation myself. I'm waiting now."

The lazy tone and his appearance gave people the feeling of not caring about anything and having completely given up, which made Sanders and the others frown.

"Is something going on, Fred?" Garen asked.

"Nothing, just..." Frederick covered his face and rubbed it. "A little setback will be adjusted soon, it's okay."

The three of them exchanged glances, and Garen asked, "Did you talk to Sean alone the day before yesterday?"

"It's the same, it's the same." Frederick smiled bitterly.

"Okay, you can rest first." After exchanging eyes again, the three of them shrugged helplessly, and then Sanders said.

They walked aside and began to read the information, while communicating quietly, making final preparations for the second trial in three days.

"I think Sean should come and see these, too."

"Forget it, Katie is here."

"Katy is here? She's really bold. If someone sees it, the already troublesome problem will become even more troublesome."

"But she came here, she still came secretly and was not seen. Let them go, with a girl by her side, Sean's feeling should be better."

"In this case, our current analysis and discussion are meaningless."

"Then find out the meaning."

"What if they asked Sean to testify in court?"

"Cassel and the others said Sean would not have to testify in court."

"He is the defendant, and if necessary, the prosecution will ask him to testify, and if he refuses, it will leave a negative impression on the jury."

"What do you want to say?"

"Motivation, we all forgot the motivation. The firm said before that Sean went to Santa Monica to relax, although there was no logical problem with the mock jury, but the mock jury did not agree. We needed a motivation that would make the jury believe it!"

"What did you say just now!"

"I said we need motivation...Fred?" Garen said halfway before realizing that the question was coming from behind. When he turned his head, Frederick had already stood up and his eyes were wide open.

"Is there any problem?" Galen subconsciously touched his face.

"You said...motivation?!" Frederick stared at him.

"Yes." Garen nodded.

The next second, the agent grabbed his coat and ran out: "Help me attract reporters outside, I will leave from another place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people rushed out. The remaining three people looked at each other. After a while, Neil asked, "What's wrong?"

The car roared onto the street. Frederick called the steering wheel several times to calm it down. Looking at the rearview mirror, no one should follow him. He then picked up the phone and dialed: "Kenneth, it's me, your boss. Now I need the distribution map of all residents in Santa Monica 12th Street, and send it to my mailbox! At the same time, they need their latest movements! You have 30 minutes to do these, don't bargain, boy! If I don't see these in my mailbox in 30 minutes, I will come from the office and throw you down from the upper floor!"

After saying this in one breath, Frederick threw down his phone and grabbed the steering wheel, and drove the car intently. He also knew that he was a little too strict with his assistant, but he couldn't care so much now. If he could speak happily, he didn't have that much time now. If his plan was feasible, then there was only three days to arrange everything!

After several circles and making sure no one was following him, Frederick finally drove to Santa Monica and found a place on the street of the residential area on 12th Street to stop. He opened his laptop and Unicom wireless network. After waiting for a few seconds, the email interface finally came out and looked at the attachment. It was very good and he had already sent it.

He hurriedly clicked it, then looked carefully at the street scene. It took about ten minutes to go, and finally he was sure that his previous impression was correct. Then... although there were documents in the attachment, there were not many contents. After all, 30 minutes was indeed a bit short. Although Frederick had to pay attention to whether someone followed him, it took more than forty minutes to get here, and it was still under good road conditions, but the assistant there didn't know that, so it was naturally impossible to cover everything.

However, Frederick was lucky. Although there was not much information, he basically wanted to see everything, and it basically met his needs, so he didn't care about it anymore.

After watching these quickly, closing your eyes and thinking for a few minutes, Frederick sighed: "Okay, all you have to do is... wait."

He just sat quietly in the car, occasionally listening to music or browsing the web page, most of the time he stared outside and never even called. This is a residential area, and the greening is done well. Generally speaking, no one is walking on the street at this time, unless there is a lot of spare time and people who choose to run and exercise in the afternoon, even so, their vision is still very good.

After sitting like this for several hours, as a silver-white car drove into the garage of a house in front, Frederick and others finally appeared. He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked towards the woman who was walking at the door after getting off the car.

"Ms. Cate Blanchett!" The other party was obviously worried. It was not until Frederick came closer that he woke up and looked at him vigilantly.

"Who are you?" Although Kate's tone was very ordinary, he still had a strong sense of caution in his expression.

"I'm Frederick Rogers, we've seen it," the agent wanted to reach out, but Kate passed by without even looking at it, but he didn't care about the embarrassment and immediately followed behind him, "I'm Sean's agent."

"Is there anything you have to do?" Although the woman walking in front of her still had a normal voice, Frederick, who had been prepared, still heard a hint of tremolo.

"I hope to talk to you about Sean, you should have watched TV, right?" he said quickly.

"Sorry, I may not be able to help." Kate said as he speeded up, and came to the door and took out the key and was about to open the door.

"It's only a few minutes, a few minutes, and it won't delay you for too long." Frederick said quickly in a hurry.

But Kate turned a deaf ear, opened the door and walked in. In front of him, the agent immediately raised his voice slightly: "I know he is here with you that night!"

Kate shook violently, his movements stopped, turned around and looked at him in disbelief, and said in a jerky tone: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Then he reached out to close the door. Frederick slammed the door and said in an anxious tone: "Listen to me, please listen to me, ma'am, Sean didn't betray you, I peeked at it myself! Please give me ten minutes, please listen to me, I won't delay you for too long. As long as you finish listening, no matter what choice you make, I will not stop you."
Chapter completed!