nashuaworldcup Specially invited me
Specially invited me
Lynn stopped and glanced coldly over the other party, "I don't care about your company, but the truth. What you should worry about is not the future of the company, but your own."
The man's face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything else and turned around and left.
In the evening, Lynn returned to the office and sat at the desk to sort out the next plan for the case. He knew that the battle would not end easily, but his intuition told him that the Harlock family's trump cards had not been fully revealed.
He looked down at the folder on the desk, which contained Kate's father's case records. Although the core of the case has pointed to Richard, Lynn always feels uneasy. He knew that the Harlocks and his sons had more secrets, and these secrets might be more terrifying than the crimes they had discovered.
"This is not over yet." Lin En whispered, a cold light flashing in his eyes. His fists slowly clenched, as if he had accumulated strength for the next battle.
A few days later.
The atmosphere in the court was so heavy that it seemed that even the air had stopped flowing. Thick wooden benches lined up, and the people in the audience held their breath, and everyone seemed to be waiting for a drama to be revealed. And right in front of the court, Matthew Harlock sat side by side with his father Richard. Their figures are particularly eye-catching, one is a rich second generation wrapped in power and money, and the other is a corporate giant who manipulates everything behind the scenes.
The judge sat upright on the trial table and knocked the gavel, and a low voice rang out throughout the court: "The case of Matthew Harlock and Richard Harlock is now on trial."
Lynn sat next to the plaintiff's dock, sorting out the documents on the table. He was wearing a dark suit, with a straight back and a calm and focused look. Kate sat in a corner of the back seat, holding his handbag tightly with his hands, his face pale. Although she tried her best to remain calm, the tears in her eyes had exposed the turmoil in her heart.
"Defense lawyer, please speak." The judge said coldly.
Victor Kahn stood up, still in his calm look, smiling slightly, polite tone but with a faint aggression: "Dear Court, my clients, Matthew Harlock and Richard Harlock, as the core figure of the Collocks group, was charged with unfairly in this case. Whether the prosecution's evidence is direct enough remains to be discussed."
He looked around with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "More importantly, our social system cannot be influenced by emotions, and must be based on fairness and justice."
Lynn snorted coldly, his voice so low that only the people next to him could hear it. He stood up, holding a document in his hand, nodded to the judge: “Dear judge, I will prove that every charge in this case is based on solid evidence and emotions are never our weapon— —The truth is.”
The judge nodded, "The prosecution can start to state."
Lynn walked to the center of the court, holding several key documents in his hand, and swept his eyes over everyone in the court, finally staying on Matthew and Richard. At that moment, the whole court was quiet and only Lynn's low and powerful voice could be heard.
"Matthew Harlock and Richard Harlock have committed a series of heinous crimes. They not only manipulate illegal capital flows and conduct large-scale money laundering, but more importantly, their crimes have directly led to an innocent person. The Fall of Life—Carl Miller.”
Kate's body trembled slightly, and she held her handbag tightly, as if this would make no sound.
Lynn continued: “Let’s go back to 2003. Carl Miller is an average high school teacher and a father. He has been involved in a community volunteer program trying to create a better educational environment for local kids. However, he accidentally got exposed to financial documents related to the Krox Group, which exposed the existence of a large amount of illegal funds."
He paused for a moment, his eyes becoming more and more sharp, "and Matthew Harlock, fearing that the documents would reveal his and his father's crimes, ordered the truck driver Alvin Clark to create an accident disguised as ' 'The car accident took Carl Miller's life."
Lynn's words sparked a whisper in the courtroom, and the people in the audience whispered, their faces filled with shock and anger. Kate's eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lips tightly, forcing herself not to make any noise, but her shoulders were trembling slightly.
Lynn turned to point to the testimony table, "This is the confession of van driver Alvin Clark, who describes in detail how Matthew threatened him to carry out the crime. In addition, there are surveillance videos of the accident scene here, which is clear The ground showed that the truck deliberately accelerated and crashed into Carl's vehicle. All of this was due to Matthew Harlock's order."
He turned his eyes to Matthew, his voice low and cold: "That's the truth, Matthew. One of your orders destroys a family."
Matthew's face was as pale as paper and his lips were trembling slightly. He tried to speak out, but his voice seemed to be pressed into his throat and could not make any syllables.
Victor Kahn tries to interrupt Lynn's statement, "Judge, I protest-"
But Lynn didn't give him a chance, and his voice became more and more determined: "Protests are invalid. This is not only what I say, but also the truth pointed to by every piece of evidence."
He turned to look at Richard Harlock, his eyes chilling, "As for Richard Harlock, he is not only the conspirator of this crime, but also the controller of the entire criminal empire. Krox Every illegal transaction of the group and every dirty flow of funds is inseparable from him. He is the king of this sinful kingdom, and Matthew is just his pawn."
Lynn's words were like a heavy hammer, and every word was struck in the air of the court. The entire hall fell into a dead silence, and everyone held their breath.
Kate could no longer control herself, and her tears finally slid down on her handbag on her knees. She raised her head, her eyes looking at Lynn through the blurry tears. His back was straight and firm, like a wall that would never fall.
Lynn finally walked back to his position, his voice low but powerful: "Justice may be late, but it is never absent. Today, we must let the truth be revealed to the world and that those innocent victims can rest in peace."
After the trial, Kate stood in the corridor outside the court, holding the wall with his hands, tears still flowing. She tried to calm her breath, but everything seemed to crush her. The cause of her father's death, the truth behind it, and the past that she could never change, rushed to her like a tide.
"Kate." Lynn's voice came from behind her.
She slowly turned around and saw Lynn standing not far away, with a complex and soft expression on her face. He approached her, his eyes filled with some undetectable worry.
Kate sniffed and wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, "Thank you, Lynn...thank you for letting the truth come out."
Lynn nodded slightly, his tone was low and gentle, “This is what I should do.”
Kate looked at him, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, "For the years, I have been chasing the truth, trying to give an explanation for those pains. But when the truth is in front of me... I find that it is heavier than I thought. .”
Lynn didn't say anything, he just reached out and patted her on the shoulder. He knew that any words of comfort were pale and powerless at this moment, but he also knew that Kate was stronger than anyone else.
"Kate, your father paid the price for justice, and what we owe him is to make sure that this crime will not happen again." Lynn's voice was low and powerful, like a promise.
Kaite nodded, tears still circling in her eyes, but her eyes became firm, "I will continue my work and reveal those who are trying to hide the truth. Just like you."
Lynn showed a faint smile and then turned and left. His back looked tall and cold in the sun, and Kate stood there, looking at him, and a sense of respect and gratitude surged in his heart.
At night, Brooklyn's streets are still bustling, and lights are projecting on the wet ground, reflecting blurred lights and shadows. Lynn leaned against the car door and looked up at the red brick apartment not far away. He was holding a bottle of red wine in his hand, standing in the cold wind for a second, then hesitating for a second, then raised his hand and pressed the doorbell of Kate's house.
The doorbell rang a few times, and soon a brisk sound of footsteps came. The door was opened, Kate stood at the door with a warm smile on her face. She changed into the reporter's iconic windbreaker and high heels, wearing a simple beige sweater and jeans, and looked a little less professional and sharp. , more warmth of home.
"Linn, it's really on time." She turned her body and let Linn enter the room, with a hint of relaxed teasing in her tone, "I thought you would let me go because of a sudden case."
Lynn raised the red wine in his hand and smiled slightly, "I have to have some time, right?"
Kate looked at him, as if he was surprised by the half-joking answer, and then smiled, "Come in, I just brought the last dish to the table."
Lynn walked into the house, and the warm air rushed towards him, and a strong fragrance spread. He looked around and found that Kate's apartment was more lifelike than he did when he came last time. Several dishes have been arranged on the kitchen table, and the soft light of the candlestick reflects the white dining plate, and every detail seems attentive.
"It smells good." Lynn put down the red wine, looked at the dishes on the table, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I really didn't expect you to cook in person."
Kate stood at the kitchen door, carrying a plate of roasted chicken that had just been cooked, "What? I think I'm like a workaholic who only knows how to order takeaway?"
"You do look like it." Lin En's tone was calm, but an invisible curve was raised at the corner of her mouth.
Kate glared at him with an exaggeration, "You really can't speak, Lynn. But today I must make you change."
She put the roast chicken in the middle of the dining table, took out a bottle of awakened wine from the kitchen, and said softly, "Sit down and try my skills. But I have to remind you that you are not allowed to bring work problems to the dining table. It's my territory."
Lynn sat down, looked at the dishes on the table, nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Kate sat across from him and poured him a glass of wine, his face turning from being sharp to relaxed and pleasant, “Try this, black pepper roast chicken is my best dish.”
Lynn cut a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth, chewed for a while, his expression didn't change much, but he finally nodded, "It's really good."
Kate smiled proudly, "I know."
The two started to eat slowly, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly peaceful. Lynn discovered that Kate looked completely different from hers at home. She is still sharp, but it has more of a relaxing natural feeling. Lynn was a little hesitant about this private invitation, but at this moment, he felt a rare relaxation.
"So, do you cook often?" Lynn asked, his tone with a rare casual tone.
"It's not too often." Kate used a fork to dial the vegetables in the dial. "When you are busy with work, you do have a lot of takeout. But sometimes, I need this sense of ritual, and cooking is like giving myself a breath of breath. Opportunity.”
"Sounds good." Lynn nodded, but didn't answer again.
Kate glanced at him, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Linn, are you not relaxing normally? I feel like you are still tense now."
"Professional habits." Lin En put down the knife and fork, and looked at her faintly, "The same is true for you, aren't you?"
Kate smiled and did not deny it, "Maybe. But I want to try to change. After all, life always needs to be like life."
Lynn did not respond, but there was a hint of thought in his eyes.
After dinner, Kate stood up and started to clean up the tableware. Lynn stood up and wanted to help, but was stopped by Kate with gestures, "You are a guest today. I haven't been entertaining people for a long time, so let me enjoy this feeling. ”
Lynn didn't argue, just leaned against the kitchen door and watched Kate tidy up the dishes. He rarely sees such a side - not as sharp as a reporter, not as tough as a threat, but as a very lifelike calmness and truth.
"Linn." Kate suddenly spoke while washing dishes, his tone became softer, "Thank you."
Lin En was slightly stunned, "Why do you thank me?"
Kate stopped and turned to look at him, with a complicated emotion in his eyes, "Thank you for bringing the truth to court, thank you for seeking justice for my father."
Lynn did not answer immediately, but looked down at the floor, as if thinking about words. After a while, he raised his head, his tone was low and sincere, "Kate, that's what I should do."
Kate smiled, tears flashing in her eyes, but she quickly lowered her head and continued washing dishes, as if she didn't want Lynn to see the fluctuations of her emotions.
"But there is one thing I still don't understand." Kate suddenly spoke, with a hint of curiosity in his tone. "Why are you so persistent about this case? It is obviously beyond your work."
Lynn was silent for a moment, leaning forward slightly against the door frame, his tone was low but with some confession, "Maybe it's because your father reminded me of some people. Those who gave to do the right thing The price of people, they deserve a fair ending."
Kate stopped, his eyes locked on him, "You never mentioned your past. You are always like a mystery."
"Maybe some mystery does not need to be solved." Lin En's tone was calm, but a trace of deep complexity flashed in her eyes.
Kate didn't ask, but smiled slightly, "Okay, then I won't ask. Everyone has their own secret."
Lynn nodded, as if satisfied with her answer.
After everything was done, Kate took out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, poured Lynn a cup, then sat down on the sofa, pointing to the seat opposite, "Sit down, this evening is not over yet."
Lynn took the glass, sat opposite her, and took a sip of the wine, "What are your plans?"
"No plan." Kate smiled and shook his head. "Just want to talk to you. There are few opportunities to see you relax, and I have to cherish this moment."
Lynn chuckled, but did not refute.
The two chatted for a long time, from work to life, from the past to the future, and the topic was unexpectedly relaxed and long. Kate's laughter echoed in the room from time to time, and although Lynn didn't talk much, he rarely showed a little relaxed expression.
Until late at night, when Lynn stood up and said goodbye, Kate stood at the door, looked at his back, and suddenly said, "Lynn."
Lynn turned around, "What's the matter?"
Kate's eyes shone with some seriousness and softness, "Sometimes, I think you have too much stuff to carry. Maybe, you should give yourself a little chance, try to trust others, and rely on others."
Lynn was stunned for a moment, without answering, but his eyes became softer. He nodded and turned around and walked into the night.
Kate stood at the door, watching his back gradually fading away, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
The morning sun shines through thin clouds on the streets, placing a gentle glory on the streets of Brooklyn. There was a hint of coolness in the air, but instead of the biting winter, there was a sense of soberness and freshness.
Lynn drove the car and the atmosphere inside was as quiet as ever. He held his hand on the steering wheel, staring at the road ahead with his eyes focused. In the passenger seat, Kate looked out the window silently, holding a bunch of delicate white chrysanthemums in his hand, and unconsciously rubbing the stems on the fingertips.
"You don't have to send me to the cemetery on purpose." Kate finally spoke, his voice low and light, as if he was afraid of breaking the subtle silence.
"Didn't you invite me specifically?" Lynn's tone was plain, but with a hint of gentleness.
Kate turned his head slightly and glanced at him, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Yes, I did invite him on purpose. But I know you are very busy and you always have more important things to do."
"This is very important," Lynn replied, his tone of low voice, but firm enough to make Kate not know how to respond for a moment.
She lowered her eyes and her eyes fell on the flowers in her hand, "For me, yes."
The car was quiet again, with only the low sound of the engine and the occasional wind coming from the window.
Lynn knew that today means a lot to Kate. Since the case ended, he sensed some unspeakable emotion in Kate's tone. Justice was delivered, but for her, this justice came too late, and this late justice could not fill the gap of losing her loved ones.