Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 86: No one was in the room. There were two long tables with three seats at each. Apart from that, there were seats for the judge and jury. However, the judge would be alone without any jury since this was just a mediation. After taking in the room, Candice walked in and sat at the plaintiff's seat. Candice was always in court, but this was her first time as a plaintiff. Of course, the man hadn't arrived yet. Not long after, the door was pushed open and a man in a black robe strode in. It was the judge.

He was about fifty years old, overweight, with a greasy face, short thick eyebrows, and small eyes. Instantly, Candice didn't like him. Generally, female judges were appointed in women's rights cases. Seeing a male judge made her suspicious. The defendant must have pulled some strings to make this happen. Judge Fletcher walked over and glanced at the woman who was so well covered that only her eyes were visible. He approached her to check her identity. Candice removed her mask so he could confirm her identity. Satisfied, Judge Fletcher took his seat.

Candice looked down at her watch in annoyance. He was three minutes late. The arrogant man from her wedding night dared to be late! He clearly didn't take the law seriously. He did things without a care in the world. She took out the materials she had prepared for the mediation and placed them on the table. A few minutes later, even Judge Fletcher grew anxious. He checked his wristwatch and pursed his lips. The defendant was eight minutes late. Judge Fletcher cleared his throat but still said nothing. This was unprecedented-the judge waiting for the defendant without any complaint?

If Candice had doubted the judge's integrity before, she was now certain the man must have been bribed. Candice wondered who could have pulled such strings. Was it some powerful figure? Her hatred for the man deepened. He had raped her, tried to use money to cover it up, and humiliated her. Now, he had bribed the judge, interfering with the law and justice itself. What he likely didn't expect was that the plaintiff was her. She would never agree to mediation. She refused to let him go free. Today was the day she sought justice for herself.

She silently cursed him millions of times in her heart. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Finally, the man arrived-twelve minutes late. Hearing the door, Candice, who had been looking down, lifted her head. She froze at the sight of the person entering. Stunned, she watched as sunlight fell on the man. Step into new worlds at g Ɐ lnσ ν ℓs․conn He wore a perfectly tailored black suit made of expensive fabric. His eyes were deep, his nose high and straight, and his lips full and enticing. His features were masterpieces, almost godlike.

He carried himself with arrogance, walking in confidently. Milton? Candice hoped he had entered the wrong room. She glanced around uncertainly. But Judge Fletcher nodded at Milton and said, "Since everyone's here, let's start the mediation." Candice shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe that the man who had tortured her on her wedding night, the man who ruined her wedding and everything, was actually Milton Lopez. She simply couldn't believe it. Her mind went blank. She couldn't even hear what Judge Fletcher and Milton were saying. . . .