Chapter 41


    Ignoring Joaquin, Katherine scanned the cafe and found the person whom she was looking for.


    She walked over.


    While lifting up the cup of coffee, Joaquin kept his gaze fixed on her. He watched her walk to a seat in


    the corner and sat down. From his position, he could faintly see a man in a suit sitting across from her.


    "Oh my God! Joaquin, I think your fiancee must have a crush on you. Why is she always everywhere


    you are?"


    Seeing her walking in and heading toward another direction while ignoring them, Ben assumed that she


    was ying hard to get.


    He turned around to look at her seating and spoke to Joaquin with an exaggerated expression.


    However, Joaquin solely gave him a chilly re and felt that he was being too noisy.


    …


    "Mr. Kestel." Katherine sat down and looked at the man in front of her.


    The man looked as if he was in his early thirties. He was in a custom-made suit and wore gold


    spectacles, giving him a gentle and innocent aura.


    "I have the answers to your question. Thiswsuit is impossible to defend. You have no chance of


    winning," he said while pushing his spectacles up his nose bridge; his gaze fixed on Katherine''s


    beautiful face.


    "What if I found evidence of their murder? Is there still a case for thiswsuit?"


    Katherine slowly picked up the coffee and took a sip.


    She hated the bitter taste of ck coffee the most.


    "If there is evidence, you should report it to the police rather than asking me to file awsuit on your


    behalf." The corners of Mr. Kestel''s mouth twitched as he grinned.


    "I''ve always heard that you have never lost a battle. I thought you were skillful, but little did I know that


    you''re not that great either. Please excuse me; I have to hire someone better since you can''t do


    anything about it."


    Katherine put down the coffee in her hand and stood up to leave.


    If it wasn''t for her grandmother who insisted on hiring awyer to retrieve everything that belonged to


    the Olsens, she wouldn''t even have bothered to do so.


    The reason why Katherine''s grandma wanted to attain justice for Elsie was because Elsie had met a


    tragic end and was even stigmatized in her final hours. Thus, Katherine had to hire awyer to avoid


    disobeying her grandmother.


    It was a pity that Mr. Kestel disappointed her.


    She felt that his title of the bestwyer in Ascor was overrated.


    "You don''t have to threaten me like this, Miss Cornell. You should be aware that it has been so many


    years and you have no evidence in your hands, yet you want me to represent you in thiswsuit and


    win it. Do you think this is feasible?" After watching Katherine stand up, Mr. Kestel responded slowly.


    He didn''t mean to hold her back as he only came because his friend told him to.


    It was not worth a single penny to meet her with the kind of reputation that she had.


    She only smiled, then left.


    Mr. Kestel remained seated and sipped his coffee slowly while appearing unmoved.


    Meanwhile, Ben secretly listened to their whole conversation. Then, he took the menu to cover his face


    and sneakily went back to Joaquin to sit down.


    Joaquin briefly nced at him; this was the first time Ben acted so nosy.


    "I didn''t expect it to be Mr. Kestel from the Lichen Law Firm. Your fiancee is looking for someone to file


    awsuit, but she was sadly rejected."


    He shook his head and gulped down arge ss of lemonade from the table before telling Joaquin


    the gossip he had just heard.


    Joaquin, on the other hand, didn''t even bother looking at him; instead, he took a sip of his coffee and


    looked at his smartphone to check how the stock market was doing.


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    "What did the Cornells do to her? I heard that she was kicked out of the family five years ago, and was


    sent to Fontan. Back then, the Cornells were pretty well-known, right? Why was there no news about


    it?"


    Ben continued bbering.


    Joaquin, who had been ignoring him all along, finally responded. He raised his head from the screen of


    his phone and gave him a look. "Five years ago, she was caught sleeping with a man in his fifties.


    Jorge Cornell felt embarrassed about it, so he drove her out."


    "What? That''s huge news! He still allowed her to marry you despite this? Do the Levisays approve


    this?"


    At that moment, Ben was unable to control his volume.


    Only after he sensed people looking at him, did he immediately cover his mouth and looked at Joaquin


    in shock.


    "Do you think that woman would be okay with me getting stronger by marrying an aristocratic family''s


    daughter?" he retorted with an indescribably sarcastic tone and smirked.


    Ben rubbed his nose; he almost forgot what happened in the Levisays.


    He secretly nced at Joaquin''s expression and was relieved when he saw that Joaquin didn''t seem to


    have any reaction, but he didn''t dare to gossip anymore either.


    "Joe."


    The two of them had already finished half of their coffee when the person they had been waiting for


    arrived.


    Beatrice wore a white dress. Her long, smooth, dark-colored hair draped over her shoulders. She was a


    beautiful woman; she had delicate facial features and wore a soft grin on her face that drew the


    attention of the people in the cafe.


    After giving Joaquin a quick nce, Ben realized that he should leave, so he came up with a random


    excuse and left.


    "Did you wait for me for a long time?" she said as she sat down across from Joaquin.


    "No. We had just arrived too." He put down his phone, straightened up, and turned to face the girl in


    front of him.


    Beatrice had an exquisite appearance, apassionate attitude, and a solid background. They had


    been interacting with each other for 5 years, but sadly even after all those years, he did not feel a thing


    for her; instead, he felt an innate sense of rejection every time he saw her.


    "Really?" Beatrice refrained from exposing the truth; she was warmed by his words.


    Many women throughout the world fantasize about men like Joaquin, yet she was the one who could


    own him.


    Beatrice repressed the joy in her heart and brought her focus back to the issue. "By the way, Joe, my


    grandpa informed me that his research institute will conduct an interview three days from now. He


    encouraged me to participate. Do you have time on that day? Can you apany me?"


    "Research institute?" Joaquin arched his brows just a little bit. He was aware that Mr. Muller rarely


    hired people to his research institute. Additionally, ording to the data Ben sent, the goshawks, who


    were receiving their treatment there, seemed to be recovering quite nicely.


    "Isn''t his research institute not recruiting people?" Joaquin asked casually.


    "It''s not recruiting; however, their research institute recently fired a researcher so there is now a


    vacancy. Grandpa has an internal rmendation name list, so he wanted me to try." Beatrice''s face


    lit up with pride as she stated this.


    After giving it some thought, Joaquin decided. "I''ll apany you."


    Her smile grew even brighter when he agreed. She was so excited that she gripped Joaquin''s arm as


    her soft chest pushed closely against his arm. Then, she said in a lovely voice, "Then I''ll wait for you to


    pick me up and we''ll go together."


    The expression on his face shifted, and the feelings of resistance and disdain returned.