Not far from the other side of the road. The window of a black Aston Martin was half-lowered. Sitting in the back seat, Vincent Fletcher’s eyes gleamed with a playful glint. He curled his lips, "So she’s Adrian Jennings’ woman?" Julian Grant, sitting beside him, replied, "Yes, Brother Vincent." Vincent Fletcher tugged at the corner of his lips, "She’s quite lucky." "The two men beside her should be the bodyguards Adrian Jennings arranged for her." Vincent Fletcher said with deep meaning, "She is indeed beautiful. No wonder Adrian Jennings treasures her." Julian Grant laughed, "This woman is Adrian Jennings’ only weakness." "Heh." Vincent Fletcher withdrew his gaze, his eyes clouded with unreadable emotions, "Adrian Jennings ruined my good deal; I should at least send him a welcome gift." The project in Aridia had cost him immense effort and substantial funds, only to be wrecked by Adrian Jennings at a crucial junction. The project suffered severe losses, nearly costing him everything. This grudge, he definitely had to avenge fiercely! Talia Rhodes, right? Let’s see if your luck holds up every time. Talia made a phone call, and within less than five minutes, the officer in charge of the case received a call from a higher-up. After hanging up, the officer’s gaze changed as he looked at Talia, his tone much more polite, "Miss Rhodes, we’ve received your report and have officially opened an investigation for attempted murder. You’re free to go, and we’ll notify you of any new developments immediately." Talia nodded slightly, "Thank you." Upon leaving the police station, Talia received a call from an unknown number. The other party’s tone was unfriendly, "I heard you took Matthew Willow’s case and are going to arbitrate against our company?" Talia furrowed her brows, "Yes." "You’re Lawyer Rhodes, right? Do you have time to come over? Let’s have a proper chat." The man’s tone was laced with disdain and arrogance. The man chuckled, "Me? I’m Raymond Lewis, the boss of Matthew Willow’s former company." Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI(F)ire.net Talia remembered the name. For labor arbitration, the company’s business registration information is needed, and Raymond Lewis was indeed listed as the legal representative of Matthew Willow’s former company. Talia asked calmly, "What do you want to talk about?" "Talk about what? Let’s discuss a private settlement. If we can resolve this privately, there’s no need to bother with labor arbitration, wasting everyone’s time." "Alright, give me an address." Raymond Lewis gave an address. It was a business club, about ten kilometers away. After the call, Talia tapped her slender fingers against the steering wheel rhythmically. The other party’s intentions were not good, and she couldn’t let her guard down. Inviting her over to talk about a settlement—who knows what he actually had planned, or what tricks he might play. Talia called over two bodyguards. Both bodyguards spoke in unison, "Madam, what are your orders?" "Come with me to a place in a bit. I’m afraid the people inside might play tricks." Inside the club’s private room. A lean man in a black leather jacket with a buzz cut was leisurely sipping his drink on the sofa. He had four henchmen standing on either side of him. Raymond Lewis’s eyes were cold, "Once that woman comes in, beat her to death. If anything happens, the boss will cover for us." The henchmen all responded, "Got it, Brother Ray!" Talia, in a sharp light gray suit with black high heels, walked to the door of the private room. The bodyguard beside her opened the door for her. Before Talia could step inside, the people from inside rushed out. There were many of them—four men, each holding a weapon. Talia quickly reacted, stepping back a few paces, while her bodyguards, swift and skilled, dealt their blows ruthlessly. Cries of pain echoed one after another. The bodyguards Talia brought along quickly subdued Raymond Lewis’s four henchmen. Talia looked up into the room, meeting Raymond Lewis’s terrified eyes. She curled her lips and sneered, "Is this how you plan to discuss a settlement?" Raymond Lewis was beaten into a bruised mess by the bodyguards. Talia crossed her arms and stood before him, her eyes icy with danger, "Was it you who sent someone to push me by the roadside just now?" Being a lawyer is a high-risk profession, with cases of clients bearing grudges and seeking revenge not uncommon. Not long ago, Lawyer Timothy Palmer had been stabbed by a client and nearly lost his life, serving as a stark example. Raymond Lewis knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, "Please spare me, Miss. I was wrong, I won’t dare again." Talia frowned, "I asked if it was your people who pushed me by the roadside just now." "What road, what person pushed you?" Raymond Lewis looked confused, "It wasn’t anyone I sent. It’s my first time seeing you." It wasn’t someone he sent? Talia furrowed her brows in thought. Could it have been Vivian Coleman? Soon, Talia dismissed this idea. Although Vivian Coleman acted like a typical "green tea," and didn’t get along with her, she didn’t seem malicious enough to want her dead. Then who could it be? Talia pondered for a moment. Suddenly, a name came to mind. Adrian Jennings had told her about the enmity between Vincent Fletcher and the Jennings family, and had specially reminded her that Vincent might seek to trouble her in order to get back at Adrian Jennings. Thinking of this, Talia looked up and cast a glance at the man in front of her, whose face was swollen and bruised, "Are you Vincent Fletcher’s man?" The man shook his head, "I don’t know him, Miss. Please let me go. I swear I won’t dare again. I’ll go back and compensate Matthew Willow right away. Please, just let me go!" Talia asked coldly, "If you’re not Vincent Fletcher’s man, why did you call me here and gather so many henchmen? As a small factory boss, would you dare to be so bold without someone backing you? If you tell me who’s behind you, I might let you go." Raymond Lewis couldn’t help but shudder. His boss had connections both legally and illegally; everyone on the street called him a big brother. The factory was actually his boss’s; he was just the fall guy, a legal representative without real authority. He didn’t dare to sell out his boss. Just thinking about his boss’s cruel methods made him break out in a cold sweat. Swallowing hard, Raymond Lewis replied, "I...I don’t have anyone behind me. I just thought you’d be an easy target, being a little girl, so I tried to scare you." Talia squinted as she assessed Raymond Lewis, considering how much of his words were true and how much were false. Raymond Lewis felt creeped out under her gaze, worried Talia Rhodes might order the bodyguards to beat him again. "Miss, I’m begging you, I’m on my knees. Please let me go!" Talia’s smile was cold and humorless, "I don’t believe that a small factory owner would have the guts to hire thugs to beat up the opposing lawyer in broad daylight. Since you don’t want to speak, I’ll have no choice but to report this to the police." Raymond Lewis heaved a sigh of relief. He wasn’t afraid of a police report; he knew his boss had connections there. Jennings Group CEO office. Adrian Jennings received a call from the bodyguard, his face darkened. In just one day, Talia had encountered danger twice and had almost been harmed. An overwhelming sense of fear hit Adrian Jennings. He hung up the phone, grabbed his coat, and headed out. Mason Lynch hurriedly caught up, "CEO, where are you going? There’s a meeting in ten minutes! Hey, CEO?" Whispering Waves Villa. Housekeeper Rose Palmer had prepared a large table of Talia’s favorite dishes. Rose Palmer smiled and said, "Talia, tough day at work? Come, have some food." Talia picked up her chopsticks, but didn’t have much of an appetite. She was still occupied with the frightening moment on the road today. It was her first time so close to death. She had nearly missed seeing another sunrise. Amidst her wandering thoughts, Adrian Jennings returned. "Talia, are you alright?" Adrian Jennings looked utterly worried and frightened, quickly coming over, bending down, and placing his hands on Talia’s shoulders, examining her carefully. Talia came to her senses, "Adrian, so you know already." Adrian nodded, pulling Talia into an embrace, looking alarmed and concerned, "Are you okay, Talia?"