Chapter 65
Fredric sat in his office, troubled after seeing Marcus off. Zephyr Hamerton was always calm, decisive, and meticulous, his cold-blooded demeanor unwavering. But Marcus, who had forced him into representing Cordelia, didn’t behave like the typical Mr. Z at all. As an attorney, Fredric hoped Marcus wouldn’t act so emotionally, especially considering the future separation. After all, how could the Hamertons of Centrolis ever accept someone like Cordelia? Yet, as his best friend, Fredric felt a sense of duty to help.
He sighed deeply, deciding to thoroughly review the document. A few days later, he shared the results with Marcus.
“From what I see, I’m sorry, but these documents won’t help Cordelia,” Fredric said.
Marcus furrowed his brow.
“However…” Fredric cleared his throat. “We can approach it from a different angle.”
“Go on,” Marcus urged.
“The community Cordelia’s mother lives in used to be a village. It was converted into residential property after urban reforms.”
Marcus glanced at him, unamused. “So?”
Fredric leaned in. “So, this house is technically village property. Selling village property is prohibited.”
“Does that mean William Jenner is breaking the law by selling it?” Marcus asked.
Fredric nodded, flashing a smile and giving Marcus a thumbs-up.
Marcus’s expression darkened. A smirk appeared at the corner of his lips as he thought about it. “Great. Let’s start from there.”
Fredric hesitated. He had always preferred direct and efficient methods, never one for indirect approaches. This, to him, seemed like a trivial matter—a petty dispute. “Z, this isn’t my style!”
“What’s your style, then? International litigation and economic cases?” Marcus teased, rolling his eyes. “Mr. Constable, there’s a saying: anyone who doesn’t take truth seriously in small matters can’t be trusted with the bigger ones!”
Fredric stared at him, stunned.
“If you keep rejecting small cases like this, you’ll get rusty and miss out on bigger cases!” Marcus continued, lecturing him.
Fredric was speechless. Marcus’s dedication to Cordelia was evident, and it was clear he’d do anything for her.
“Now, let’s think about what’s important to William Jenner,” Marcus mused.
Fredric considered it. “His pride,” he finally said.
Marcus raised an eyebrow. “If people find out he’s breaking the law, how much pride will he have left?”
Fredric smiled tightly. “What are you getting at, Z?”
Marcus leaned back. “We won’t go to court if we get this old man to buy a house for Cordelia.”
Fredric blinked, incredulous. “Are you asking him to buy a house just to keep quiet?”
Marcus chuckled. “Exactly!”
Fredric felt his temples throb. “I’ll leave it to you, but this is a tricky game.”
Marcus patted him on the shoulder. “Remember, it has to be in a good location, with good ventilation and plenty of natural light. And most importantly, it has to be in Cordelia’s name.”
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Fredric’s efficiency and negotiating skills got the job done quickly. When Cordelia received the deed, it felt surreal. She couldn’t believe it as she flipped through it again and again. It felt like a dream, especially when William casually told her over the phone about the house.
Her heart raced, and she turned to Marcus. “Pinch me,” she whispered.
Marcus smiled, pulling her into a hug. “Don’t worry. Now your mom and brother have a roof over their heads. I guess your dad came to his senses and decided he didn’t want Yelena bullying you anymore.”
Cordelia was stunned. From what she knew of William, there was no way he’d simply come to his senses.
“Hubby,” she said, her eyes filled with confusion. “I don’t think my dad would do this… Did you secretly arrange for this to happen?”