Chapter 186: The Man in ck Clothes


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    Outside the Gagher family’s vi, a taxi was parked with a man in ck clothes and a ck mask inside.


    The man continuously smoked, and the dissatisfied driver said to the man in the rearview mirror, “Hey, sir, if you want to smoke, please get out of the car.”


    Even though they had arrived at their destination and didn’t get out of the car, the driver finally couldn’t stand the constant smoking inside the car.


    The man in ck didn’t say a word, took out two hundred-dor bills from his bag, and calmly said, “Wait ten more minutes.”


    Ten minutes?


    Two hundred bucks!


    The driver happily took the money and suddenly felt that the smell of smoke had be fragrant.


    After a while, Isabelle approached the car, opened the door, and got in.


    She nced at the Gagher family’s vi in front of her and yfully smiled, “What are you doing here, checking on your assets?”


    The ck-clothed man didn’t say a word, put out his cigarette, and flicked her forehead, “Not yet.”


    “Not now, but it will be in the future,” she leaned against him and affectionately touched his beard, “I never thought we’d have this day.”


    The man held her hand, smiling mysteriously, “If he doesn’t die, we’ll never have this day.”


    Isabelle’s face stiffened slightly, and sheughed softly, “How could that be? You’re the only one who’s ever touched my body, and my body only craves you.”


    The ck-clothed man chuckled lightly, not exposing her lie, and looked indifferently at the vi.


    He never thought that he woulde back here.


    In the suburbs of Sunnydale City, a ck car was parked in front of an old house.


    Two people got out of the car. The man was wearing a simple white windbreaker with a brown scarf, his delicate, finely carved features framed by silky soft hair. The girl beside him was wrapped in a long white down jacket, her delicate and exquisite face showing off her incredibly beautiful features.


    “He lives here,” Nichs pointed to a small house and said.


    As soon as Molly entered the yard, she was astonished by the scenery. Although this was an old neighborhood, the house had been intentionally renovated by the owner,plete with small bridges and streams, flowers and fish, and even a small vegetable plot at the side. The house was both practical and beautiful, revealing the owner’s attention to aesthetics and utility.


    Nichs stepped forward and rang the doorbell, and azy, impatient voice came from the speaker, “Who is it?”


    “Adam, it’s me,” Nichs coughed.


    “Who are you?”


    The atmosphere suddenly became dead silent.


    Nichs’s face stiffened, “Nichs Thompson.”


    The door opened.


    Nichs took Molly inside.


    Unlike the well-ordered scene outside, the interior design of the house was more high-tech. Adam Wilson was ying games, and when he saw theming, he immediately took off his headset and pointed to the sofa, “Sit anywhere.”


    Adam Wilson, tall and handsome, stood up with a full beard, exuding artistic temperament.


    He poured each of them a ss of water.


    Molly took a small sip, and the warm tea flowed into her stomach, dispelling the chill.


    Adam had given her a ss of clear water, while Nichs was given tea.


    This man was indeed very meticulous.


    Just as Adam sat down, the doorbell rang again.


    “Is Mr. Wilson here?”


    The person outside seemed very anxious, not even waiting for the doorbell connection before impatiently yelling.


    Hearing this voice, Molly’s eyes narrowed.


    It was Isabelle.


    Adam raised an eyebrow and looked at them, asking, “Your friends?”


    Molly Walker sneered, “It’s an enemy.”


    Adam Wilsonughed out loud, as if he had discovered a new world. He yfully said, “Well, I’d like to see what the beauty’s enemy looks like.”


    After saying that, he pointed to the nearby room and said, “Why don’t you go hide in that room?”


    He seemed to want to see Isabelle Richardson first.


    Just as Molly was about to speak, Adam had already stood up and walked towards the door.


    Molly frowned, and under the prompting of Nichs Thompson’s gaze, she eventually went into the adjacent room and closed the door.


    If Adam Wilson really became Isabelle’s defensewyer, although he couldn’tpletely exonerate her, reducing her charges would be no problem.


    Beforeing, she had been researching Adam’s background all the way. He was really impressive, even able to argue to escape from death sentences.


    The opinions about him on the Inte were also mixed, because he defended both good people and murderers.


    Because of this, she was worried that he would really take Isabelle’s case.


    If he appeared in court personally, even with evidence, it would not necessarily result in Isabelle receiving legal sanctions.


    Upon seeing Adam, Isabelle was stunned for a moment before entering with herrge and small bags.


    Adam raised his eyebrows and asked, “What’s this?”


    Her heart pounding, Isabelle blushed and said, “This is a white wine that my friend has collected for more than ten years, and it’s a gift for you.”


    “Oh, you knew I like this!” Adamughed heartily, “Then I won’t be polite.”


    Hearing this, Molly’s heart sank heavily inside the room.


    She didn’t expect Isabelle to have even found out his preferences, and this Adam even epted it!


    She took a deep breath, and was stopped by Nichs when she ced her hand on the door handle, ready to open the door and rush directly out. He pointed at the peephole on the door.


    “Wait and see,” Nichs said softly.


    Molly was silent for a few seconds, adjusted her breathing, and looked through the peephole, taking in the scene outside.


    “Mr. Wilson, Michael asked me to find you before, but I was dyed by too many things. I’m sorry I didn’te until today.” At the moment Adam epted the wine, Isabelle finally set her heart at ease.


    Samuel Richardson had frozen her card, and she had exchanged these wines for the tens of thousands worth of jewelry she had. Fortunately, Adam actually epted them.


    Once he epted them, things would be easier to deal with.


    Adam smiled and waved his hand, “It’s notte, notte. Although Mr. Gagher is in trouble… our agreement won’t change.”


    Hearing these words, Isabelle’s eyes reddened.


    Michael Gagher’s death had always been on her mind.


    “If Michael was still there, the court summons wouldn’t reach my hands. He would have helped me block everything.”


    Isabelle’s voice choked.


    The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.


    Adam was silent for a few seconds before regaining his seriousness.


    “Miss Richardson, tell me the truth. Did you harm Molly’s grandmother?”


    Isabelle’s face stiffened.


    “Since you want me to be yourwyer, you must tell me the truth. Even a murderer can have awyer; everyone has the right to defense. I can only defend you well if I know the truth.”


    Adam sat downzily, opened the thermos, and a strong smell of wine filled the air. He took one bottle of wine that Isabelle had brought, immediately opened it, and poured it into his thermos with a gurgling sound.


    “The wine is good!”


    Adam took a sip and his eyes brightened.


    Seeing his love for her wine, Isabelle let her guard down and whispered, “Since you’re mywyer, I’ll tell you the whole truth. I hope you can help me.”


    “Molly’s grandmother… indeed died because of me.”