Chapter 132: I'm going to shake up this case!

Chapter 132: I'm going to shake up this case!

Chapter 132: I’m going to shake up this case!

Ethan and Abigaile followed the old man into the mansion, walking past servants who were cleaning around and bowing deeply as they passed.

The courtyard was filled with various green plants, artificial hills, and streams, and there were menacing-looking men in black having secretive conversations.

Abigaile leaned closer to Ethan and whispered, “Hey, those guys totally look like they’re from an organized crime group. We’ve definitely walked into some trouble, haven’t we?”

“Great,” Ethan replied sarcastically, gesturing discreetly towards two bodyguards nearby. “Why don’t you go chat with them? We’re just here to hang out.”

One of the bodyguards in the corner cracked a smile, revealing a scar that looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

Abigaile glanced at him and quickly looked away, moving closer to Ethan.

Though Ethan was just an 18-year-old boy, at that moment, he was the only source of security she felt she had.

The trio walked through the courtyard and saw a figure standing by a pond.

The old man bowed respectfully behind an elderly man: “Chairman, the guests have arrived.”

The elderly man, dressed in a kimono, slowly turned around. His face was slightly pale, but his eyes were fierce like a lion’s, fixating on his prey. After his gaze swept over Ethan, he said, “You’ve arrived. Let’s talk inside.”

The butler hurried over, reaching out to assist him, but the old man waved him off and walked alone towards the courtyard.

The butler handed a phone to Abigaile.

After reading the message, Abigaile quickly grabbed Ethan’s sleeve and stealthily handed him the phone, whispering, “Hey, check this out.”

Ethan glanced at the phone, which displayed:

“The light that cuts through the darkness, Prosecutor Katherine, the ender of the dark era.”

“The downfall of the organized crime group’s godfather, Salvatore.”

After reading, Ethan looked up nonchalantly and followed them back to the courtyard.

They were in a typical traditional Japanese-style building.

Salvatore sat down at the table, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it towards Ethan, “Jessica said you could help me.”

Hearing this, Abigaile desperately tried to signal Ethan with her eyes.

She was clearly frightened after seeing Salvatore’s identity.

“Ha, helping with this kind of thing should really be left to a professional legal team,” Ethan said, picking up the tea and drinking it casually.

“Give him the documents,” Salvatore instructed the butler. “From now on, you provide him with all the assistance he needs.”

“Yes, Chairman,” the old butler nodded, turning to Ethan, “Mr. Ethan, you can call me Phillip.”

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Ethan and Abigaile left the estate and just got back into the car.

“Are you insane!” Abigaile exclaimed as she took the driver’s seat, not even bothering with her seatbelt. “That’s the organized crime group and a federal prosecutor we’re talking about. How could we possibly get involved in something like this?”

She clasped her hands over her head, “We’re really in trouble now. We’re going to die, they’ll dump us in the open sea, and someone like me, a beautiful young woman, after I’m gone, I’ll definitely be...”

“Alright, enough with your wild imagination,” Ethan said, exasperated. “Do you really think, with a case of this magnitude, that kind of guy would ask for the help of a just-legal sickly kid and a washed-up star?”

Abigaile bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, “I’m not washed-up!”

“If I’m not mistaken,” Ethan squinted, “the only reason Salvatore met with me and told me all this is because I was introduced by Jessica.”

Abigaile frowned, not quite following.

But Ethan knew more. Since a mission had been generated, it meant Salvatore was terminally ill.

Jessica suddenly introducing him meant she was aware of some insider information.

From Salvatore’s wish, it was clear he never intended to escape his charges.

He was already running out of time, perhaps initially planning to be sent to prison by his eldest daughter.

Ethan quickly figured out the intricacies.

A father who is the godfather of an organized crime group, and a daughter who becomes a prosecutor—it’s an impossible scenario in any country unless their relationship is kept secret.

So, Katherine and Jessica were likely illegitimate daughters.

Such filial piety, wanting to send one’s father to jail, suggested a strained relationship.

Salvatore’s wish was for his daughter Katherine to complete her revenge and start a new life.

But the tricky part of the mission now was that even if Katherine did put him away, it might not rid her of her demons or allow her to start anew.

That was probably why Jessica dragged him into this.

“Now that I’m involved,” Ethan narrowed his eyes, “don’t blame me for turning things upside down. I’m going to shake up this case!”