The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 793

Was it really Questlaw?

When Sun blurted out the name, his assistant scrubbed his eyes, practically burning holes into Questlaw with his stare. Two years ago, he’d been lucky enough to catch that legendary showdown between Sun and Questlaw in court. Sun had been so outmatched by her arguments he could barely string a sentence together. If the other lawyers hadn’t held him back, he probably would have leapt over the bench to take a swing at her. The image of Sun, eyes red and on the verge of tears after losing, was something the assistant could never forget.

He never imagined this case would be the one to drag Questlaw out of retirement.

Sun just stood there, completely stunned, staring straight at Charlotte. Every ounce of pride and confidence he had was wiped away, replaced by pure shock and fear. He hadn’t even spoken to her yet, but just seeing Questlaw was enough to make him feel helpless.

Why was it Questlaw? How could she even be here?

Fedelia, watching Sun’s reaction, immediately knew something was off. She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Sun, are you alright?” She couldn’t understand why he looked so rattled by the other lawyer. And why did this new woman seem so familiar?

“I’m fine,” Sun replied, forcing himself to sit. He picked up his tea, took a couple of quick sips, and tried to swallow his nerves. “Don’t worry. I’ll give it everything I’ve got. I’m not losing this case.” His voice was low, but determined. This time, he was determined to defeat Questlaw and finally put that old humiliation behind him.

Charlotte stepped up as the second defense attorney. Lyndon could only stand by, quietly handing over documents whenever she needed them. The moment Questlaw appeared, Sun’s bravado from earlier completely vanished.

Sun cleared his throat and presented his evidence. “Here’s the plaintiff’s medical history. These records show she’s struggled with severe mental illness, so anything she says can’t be trusted.” He slapped a fat stack of files on the table, all from her time in treatment.

Stella’s hands clenched tight. She glanced quickly down into the crowd, catching a glimpse of Roger. He was watching the judge, face blank and impossible to read. He knew about her past. Did he care? Would he judge her for it?

Her eyes dropped to the scars crisscrossing her hands. She forced a bitter smile. Of course he’d care. She could barely stand it herself, so how could she expect anyone else to feel differently?

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