"Love Contract: The Prosecutor's Private Attorney"

"Ms. Thompson?"

Kim Law Firm, its founder Kimi Williams is a senior in the political and legal field, and now he is retired and enjoying his family happiness at home.

When he walked into the firm, Jason swiped his work card, and the automatic door opened from the middle. As he walked past, he was still chatting with the girl behind him: "Kimi's body is not bad recently, and he asked me about you not long ago."

Kimi is Estella's enlightening teacher, and the idea of studying law was given to her by him. After graduating from university, the internship and work, Kimi has been very helpful to her, sometimes even her senior Bruce has to be jealous of the senior's favoritism.

Estella smiled, and there was a touch of softness in her words: "I’ll go to see the teacher next week, probably no one is accompanying him to play chess, he must be bored."

The two walked upstairs one after the other, different from the busy and tight work atmosphere of the past few days, the atmosphere in the office today is relaxed and harmonious with the rare smiles on everyone's faces.

The glass door was pushed open, and when Jason and Estella walked in together, Bruce, who was in the lead, shouted first, clapping: "Congratulations to our firm's face for returning victoriously!"

Then, "pop pop pop" three loud noises, the confetti floated all over the room, and it just fell on the two people who just walked in.

Perhaps it was unexpected to see such a big scene, both of them were stunned. Jason was picking the confetti on his head, and he looked back at the girl who was also tidying up behind him, and said happily: "Well, it's for you to celebrate."

Estella shook the confetti on his hand and laughed: "Boss, it's okay for the senior brother to tease me, you don't have to make fun of me."

Jason: "Why not? You can get such a big sum from Robert Weldon's hands, which means you are already a top player among your peers. It's been busy for so long, it's also appropriate to celebrate."

It seems that the boss spoke, and Bruce's courage also increased a bit, hooking the other person's shoulder and snapping his fingers: "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner tonight, let's celebrate!"

After speaking, he specially pointed to Estella, smiling very kindly: "Junior sister, you can't escape, you are the protagonist today."

Estella responded, with a compromising expression, shrugging his shoulders, and answering very frankly: "I won't escape, how can I refuse the senior brother's face."

In the end, it was to celebrate for her, and the most excited one was the person who invited himself. Seeing a large group of people, half of them were drunk and sent home in the end.

"Ella, don't worry, Bruce will be safely sent home by me." The two finally stuffed Bruce into a taxi, and Tom was sitting on the side close to the roadside, patted his chest through the rolled-down window.

Estella stood there with his arms crossed, and his tone was not good: "Well, if you can't find home, it's his own fault."

Tom laughed and made a fuss: "Bruce is also happy for you, after all, it's a big event, Ella is awesome!"

After listening to the rainbow fart all night, Estella was also a bit impatient and waved his hand: "Okay, hurry up and leave. Remember to reply in the group when you get home safely."

Tom made an "ok" gesture, and the taxi left the club.

After sending Bruce away, Estella breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there were still some people in the box, and he walked back in a low mood.

The elevator door opened, and the bright light in the corridor seeped in. She stepped forward and walked into the magnificent corridor again, and after a turn, a man was standing in front of the public trash can.

He was still wearing a shirt and trousers, but the rolled-up cuffs and slightly open collar made the serious and serious shirt wear a lazy and too charming casualness.

Estella's pace was a meal, and he patiently looked at it for a few seconds before he found that he was holding a cigarette in his hand, and the white smoke rose with that bit of scarlet.

Estella was a bit surprised to raise his eyebrows, and he had seen many people smoking. The posture was mostly pinched between his fingers, but it was the first time he saw someone holding a cigarette with a sense of indifference to things that were not usually concerned, novel and indifferent.

It seems that he noticed that someone was looking at him, and the man casually looked over, and the eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses were all cold.

The lens was reflective, and Estella didn't notice the man's expression for a while, but he could guess that it must be an unpleasant expression just by the thin lips that were lightly pursed.

Seeing the visitor, the man gradually closed the coldness, and the smile that was dyed was mixed with a bit of indifference, which looked deep and unruly, and his voice was low and hoarse:

"Ms. Thompson?"