OLIVIA
Beside me, Elias Thorne—the most ruthless, confident corporate litigator in New York—was completely scrambling. His hands physically shook as he flipped frantically through thick stacks of manila folders, desperately searching for a legal countermeasure that simply did not exist. He stuttered, attempting to form a coherent objection, but his words died in his throat. The addendum was absolutely bulletproof. Bruno’s legal team had perfectly ambushed us, and my top-tier lawyers were entirely paralyzed by the blow.
The judge adjusted his glasses, looking down at us with a cold, unforgiving scowl.
"The plaintiff's legal counsel has wasted an extraordinary amount of this court's time and resources on a baseless accusation," the judge announced, his voice booming across the polished ma
