"Then why not just kill Miss Ruthberg, that way..."

"Kill her, the impact is too great. When the flower of Yale Law School, the iron Ruth Berg took over a case involving a party dispute, he suddenly died inexplicably. God, you really don't think that the Republicans are all fools, right? And I don't want to be enemies with the entire Yale Law School! Well, it can even be said that the entire American law school is enemies."

This time it was Edward's turn to smile bitterly: "Okay, Yale Flower is too big, but if a frivolous law school fool suddenly drowned, was electrocuted or died in a traffic accident, it would be much simpler, right..."

"So, seriously, I hope you cooperate. I even want you to be my deputy. Henry Puzel is a good guy, but not as good as you. Your experienced wise man in law and people amazes me... Especially when you dare to attack Ruthberg, I don't have the courage to do this at your age, even though my family background is much better than you!"

"Thank you for the compliment" Edward's expressionless face "She is really charming."

He knew that the other party was serious this time, and his life was starting to become unsafe.

"Rusberg is a rare woman with excellent beauty and wisdom, and I am also fascinated by it, but I have to say, don't get too deep into it. You and her are not from the same world. Do you understand? In essence, you are more similar to me, no, I think you will probably be more successful than me in the future."

"So, Ed, please cherish my hand that I handed over, which represents friendship and understanding."

"Okay, it's time for me to go, remember, Solomon Bloomheim hasn't been here, and I'm actually at a reception party in New York today, so I can't be out for too long. Sorry."

"Hold this" Solomon handed over a business card.

Edward was surprised after taking it. The business card was very heavy, and the overall silver light was shining.

"This is my personal business card, made in silver, completely handmade, not very exquisite, but much firmer than paper. Many people choose to plaster a layer of platinum or gold to prevent oxidation, but I don't. Do you know why?"

Edward carefully put away his business card, paused, and said slowly: "The black surface does not affect its value. The actual material that determines the value rather than whether the surface is shiny, or friendship will last forever regardless of what it looks on the surface..."

"Smart boy, I hope you can make the right judgment before the trial. This should not be the last handshake between us. What I want to say is that this should be the beginning of friendship between us."

"Okay, I'll think about it seriously."

"Also, I wish you a result between Ruthberg and you." He patted Edward on the shoulder and walked out.

"Wait..." Edward shouted

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Solomon's hand was already on the door handle.

"These two?" Edward whined, and the two jackets stood straight behind the sofa.

"This, stay here to protect you. I'm not relieved. Of course, I'm not relieved that the Republicans are despicable, they can do everything."

"I don't think I need it!"

"You need it! Don't want it, I want it. Don't worry, they are all veterans and know how to hide themselves."

"I still have to go to Yale to take classes? They follow me too?"

"Then don't go during this time... They won't cause you any trouble, you just need to give them a room. Goodbye."

After saying that, he opened the door, looked outside cautiously, and left.

Edward fell on the sofa and looked at the two guys weakly. His slender buzz cut and his loose jacket were still bulging under his armpits, which was obviously a pistol.

"What do you call two?"

"Tom"

"Jerry"

"what       fxxk     of       Your sense of humor is really amazing! Why is Disney's business expansion so rapidly? Can you give your colleagues Snow White and Cindy Rilla a field trip?" Edward was powerless.

"Okay, the room at the right end of the corridor on the second floor is yours. Now I'm going to study the case."

"Mr. Yang, we will rest alone, and the other will guard the door of the study to ensure your safety."

"Can you make a cup of coffee for me?"

"Sorry, we are bodyguards, not servants, and I'm sorry, we can't meet your request."

"Okay, please." Edward shook his head upstairs.

Close the study door, he sat down on the carpet, sweating all over.

At this moment, he really regretted it. This style of a gangster is even more gangster than a gangster, which makes him chill from the bottom of his heart.

Just now, I was completely exhausted by a lot of energy.

He believed that Solomon's final solution was definitely not false intimidation. The other party's frankness represents an absolute psychological advantage: I tell you every step I will take, but you can't escape, you can only accept your fate.

Edward did not doubt his ability at all. In fact, Ruthberg was also afraid of this guy when he was chatting in private. He was a rising star in the justice industry and his professional ability were first-class. His background behind him was even more unfathomable.

The founding of the United States has been less than 200 years, but the hidden forces of various families are mixed and started to operate their own territory before the founding of the country. In the end, these families became part of this family and country, and were still the black part.

Edward wanted to stand up, but felt his legs were weak. No one saw him anyway. He used his limbs together, climbed onto the side cabinet, reached out to take out a pack of Esse cigarettes. This was what Megan smoked. After many times, Edward simply bought a few boxes to prepare them to prevent her from being satisfied with her cigarette addiction. After her other addictions came to be crazy. It would not be much good for him.

After two cigarettes were taken, he felt that he was getting better.

He struggled to get up and poured himself a glass of bourbon. The wine entered his throat, as if he was punished. This was learned from Ruthberg, which can really refresh his mind.

After my brain is awake, I have a more headache.

What should I do next?

Originally, Elena made the condition to add icing on the cake. Not only did she solve her partner's problem easily, she was also a pretty good bed companion. At least she was young and talked about bed ethics. She had a lot of times last night, but when Edward said she was a little tired, she went to take a bath very considerately, instead of like Meghan. As a de facto young man, Edward believed that Meghan's move was a corruption of bed ethics, and was short-sighted in fishing, and she also had the bad habit of taking medicine casually.

How good it was originally...

But today Solomon came to make things completely unpredictable.

From a rational point of view, working with Solomon to release water in court is the best solution.

Ilena broke the contract, and it was also possible to deal with Carl Wright and Chris. Solomon himself was worse than David Hill. At least one is a member of the House of Representatives and the other is just a federal district attorney.

But if you look at it in the long run, it is not impossible for the latter to become a senator or even enter the cabinet. At present, he mainly needs to accumulate enough political achievements and reputation in New York. He will be the world of the Republican Party in the next four years. As an important reserve force of the Democratic Party, there is no need to stand out at this time.

The best choice for rationality is to keep a low profile in New York, the Democratic base camp.

Four years later, when the two parties will fight again, with his resume and background, he can compete openly for the position of New York City attorney general, or change the registered constituency, and it is not impossible to directly match David Hill. Anyway, the Democratic Party’s despicable operations are particularly scheming.

In short, this boat is quite good and there is a lot to do when you lean on it. Moreover, the Democratic Party is not in good shape now, so the effect at this moment is a bit of a timely help.

But, those beautiful amber eyes were always looking at me.

Edward was in great pain.

Now jumping to the gang means breaking openly with Ruthberg and breaking completely with the woman who fell in love with him at first sight. No matter how he conceals himself, with Ruthberg's professionalism and shrewdness, you can definitely see if he is deliberately letting go.

With her personality, once she knows that she has betrayed the fairness and justice of the legal representative, she is afraid she will never say anything to herself in her life.

Edward was a little envious of Liu Bei at this moment. He could tell that brothers are like brothers and wives are like clothes. He was indeed a great hero who could accomplish great things.

What's wrong with me?

Being obsessed with the mind?

Or at this moment, I understand that no matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it cannot compare to the true meaning of your smile?

Edward sat on the ground against the wall again, holding his knees with his hands, his head resting on his knees, but his eyes could only be kept tightly open.

As long as he closed, Judys' tender but angry voice rang in his ears: "Don't compete with me for my mother, my mother is Judy's!"

If Judys really had some unexpected situation, even if he was safe and sound, Ruthberg would be crazy.

The whiskey was quickly empty, and he opened another bottle of brandy...

What if I confess everything to her?

No, absolutely not. With her personality, she doesn't know what earth-shaking things would be done. In that case, everything may be irreversible.

And I have no evidence here.

Since Solomon dared to come to find him, he must have various plans to deal with emergencies.

At the moment, I was completely trapped in the game set by Solomon, or the other party blocked all his exits, and then set a heart-warming reward at the end of the only channel.

This is not a conspiracy, it is an open conspiracy. It is placed in front of you with dignity and obedience. Whether you want to leave or not, you will be obedient!

This damn world!

The cup was thrown aside, and he poured a large mouthful of vodka into the bottle.

The spicy and irritating liquid roared into her throat like a flowing file. Edward caught off guard and coughed violently, which made more alcohol choke into the trachea.

His lungs were as if they were soaked in sulfuric acid, and the fire was so painful that he curled up on the ground, coughing and wheezing constantly, tears and snot flowing on his face and didn't bother to wipe it off.

This is so uncomfortable.

It took him a long time to get up from the ground and think about getting some ice cubes from the refrigerator downstairs to chill whiskey.

Then I thought of Solomon's painful expression and words when he drank vodka, "No, thank you, the spicyness of this thing can tell me how serious I am this time. I can remember it every time I drink vodka in the future. This is also a good reminder for me."

Edward sat down dejectedly, slowly poured himself a cup, and then slowly swallowed it in a small mouthful.

At first, my throat was still very painful, but I became numb afterwards.

Alcohol began to erode his will and emotions, and his intelligence, which he had always been proud, was affected.

The ethereal song came from a distance, and Edward opened his eyes hard and barely identified that it was the "Strange Grace".

The most common chants in Protestant countries, whether they are fellowship parties or funerals, will appear.

The singing was very light, but Edward felt like a sledgehammer hit his heart.

"I fxxk, you grace, yes, uncle!" He cursed with all his strength, but unfortunately his voice seemed to be hoarse because it was destroyed by alcohol and had no momentum.

The last time he felt helpless was Solomon. After Judge Arnold roared at the court, Solomon's words deepened Edward's stimulation.
To be continued...