Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Rushed directly in front of Lester.

Before I knew it, my eyes had turned pale.

The chill all over the body can even freeze ordinary people into ice cubes.

Lester looked at her, his hand unconsciously on the pistol at his waist.

"Stay away from my sister." There was a sense of arrogance in Zhao Xuexi's tone, and with the coldness of ice all over her body, she felt like the queen of the ice and snow world.

Lester heard her words.

But suddenly he smiled and put his hand down, "Luna, this matter was decided by your sister herself, and it was not me who wanted to get close to your sister. Your sister took the initiative to ask to join my boss's company as the chief researcher.

So, instead of wasting your time with me here, why don't you go and convince your sister! " Lester said, raising his watch and preparing to walk around Zhao Xuexi.

But Zhao Xuexi stopped him, "Lester, I know you still have resentment towards our Tiger Bureau, but everyone has their own responsibilities. Don't interfere with my family's life and work, otherwise I won't let you go."

Lester squinted at the woman, pouting as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head helplessly, "Sorry, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you anymore. I still have work to do. If you block my way again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Where's your boss? I need to see him."

"Luna!" Lester's face turned serious. "My boss is not as easy to talk to as me. The most important thing you should do now is to finish your concert well and then start your own US tour.

The reason I didn't kill you when I was in Korea wasn't because I liked you.

But because I think your concert is quite interesting.

It would be such a pity to kill you like this."

Lester Speaker once again walked around Zhao Xuexi and headed towards the parking lot outside the park.

Central Park is quite close to the court.

Although some time was wasted, the remaining time was enough for Lester to have a nice meal at McDonald's and then go to the court in peace.

But Zhao Xuexi stuck to him like a piece of taffy.

I will not give up until I achieve my goal.

And without saying a word, he sat in Lester's passenger seat.

Lester looked at her expressionlessly.

Zhao Xuexi had a completely calm expression. She fastened her seat belt and put the cup on the shelf next to the handbrake. "If you don't take me to see him today, I'll go find him myself."

Zhao Xuexi finally figured it out since she couldn't convince her sister.

Then solve the troubles that may endanger the solution.

After a moment of silence, Lester started the car.

However, he did not drive to the McDonald's he had been longing for.

Instead, we came to the boutique women's clothing store located on the Manhattan Peninsula.

"Ok?"

"You have ten minutes to buy a suit. You can't get into the place we are going with this."

"Are you trying to trick me into getting off the bus and then drive away?"

"You still have nine minutes... Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you can't get in later, don't blame me."

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New York Criminal Court.

Also known as the New York Intermediate Criminal Court.

New York is a financial center, so the courts here are also of the highest level.

Each district has a Supreme Court, as well as civil courts, criminal courts, various lower and intermediate courts, and circuit courts.

Mr. Pickles was a first-time offender, so he should have been tried in the Circuit Court or the Primary Court. But because he was involved in drug trafficking and assaulting police officers, he was brought directly to the criminal court, which is called the "birthplace" of New York criminals.

Spectators are allowed in New York courts.

This is to demonstrate democracy.

Logically speaking, there would be dozens of cases like this being tried every day.

After all, New York is a big city with a huge population.

At the same time, there must be so many criminals to support New York's 100,000 police officers.

Therefore, generally no one would be willing to watch such a cookie-cutter trial scene. Only some bored middle-aged or elderly people would come here to listen when they have nothing to do.

Fisk arrived at the scene.

Apart from a few gray-haired elderly people sitting scattered in the audience seats, there were no irrelevant people and no reporters.

He adjusted his tie gently.

Fisk turned and walked to the top of the spectator gallery and sat down.

When the gray-haired old guys saw Fisk's huge and burly body, they couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Fisk smiled at them gently and sat in the corner of the audience seats.

His eyes continued to scan the courtroom.

Many positions are still vacant.

He looked up and yawned with some boredom.

Suddenly, I discovered that the corners of the court were full of spider webs.

I don't know how long it has been since it was cleaned.

After pursing his lips a few times, Fisk looked at the jury.

There are nine seats on the jury.

They are in a sense.

More important than a judge.

Because their opinions will directly affect the judge's decision.

In cases like this, there is no need to wait until a date for the verdict.

You can be sentenced directly on the spot.

However, the United States has a famous prosecutorial system.

That is, the prisoner can negotiate with the prosecutor in court.

As long as you can reach an agreement with the prosecutor, you can know directly how many years you will serve in prison before the judge makes a verdict.

Of course, the vast majority of prisoners are not eligible to negotiate with prosecutors.

Only prisoners with strong backgrounds or incomplete chains of evidence will come into contact with prosecutors.

Otherwise, their only chance to see the prosecutor is in court.

Mr. Pickles was not originally eligible for this treatment because his chain of evidence was unusually complete.

However, Mark Murdoch provided evidence of Fisk's crimes and exposed the possible corruption and corrupt police practices in the police department.

Therefore, Mr. Pickles successfully reached an agreement with the prosecutor.

As long as it can be established in court that Mr. Pickles is truly innocent, the judge will sentence him to six months of community service and three years and five months in prison.

Of course, it's a suspended sentence.

To be honest, if it weren't for Mr. Pickles's previous clean record, he would have won the favor of the prosecutor.

Even if he was not a drug dealer, he would still have to go to jail, and it would not be just a short sentence of three years and eleven months.

Lester entered the courtroom.

He looked around and immediately walked towards Fisk.

The person following behind him was none other than Zhao Xuexi.

Fisk was stunned at first, but then his eyes lit up.

She was wearing a white suit and carrying a black shoulder bag. The white collar made her face look even whiter, as if she was not wearing any makeup. Her hair was a mixture of black and white, piled up high. She did not look old, but rather bright and attractive, yet full of Asian reservedness.

Her suit is lifted up by her plump chest, her neck skin is white, tender and smooth, her figure is well-proportioned and graceful, with a slender waist and plump buttocks. Her long and round legs are wrapped in flesh-colored crystal stockings under her skirt, and she is wearing black high heels. It can be said that she has both the youthful and beautiful style of a girl, and the unique charm of a mature atmosphere.

Zhao Xuexi felt Fisk's greedy gaze and frowned slightly.

"Boss!" Lester walked over and put the brown paper bag in Fisk's hand. "Everyone is here. You can come in any time."

"Okay, explain it to me." Fisk took the brown paper bag in his hand and pouted at Zhao Xuexi beside him. Lester said helplessly: "Boss, she insisted on following me here, and I had no choice."

Zhao Xuexi looked around in confusion.

I wondered why Fisk was here?

Fisk took a deep look at Lester, then turned to look at Zhao Xuexi, "Ms. Luna, please take a seat!

Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Zhao Xuexi still looked at Fisk vigilantly.

She sat down, but there was a seat between her and Fisk.

The suit she bought on the spur of the moment was not tailor-made, so it didn't fit her well, and some parts of it couldn't cover her body at all.

The empty seat also allowed Fisk to see Zhao Xuexi's entire appearance clearly.

A pair of seductive long legs are shyly revealed under the flesh-colored stockings, the semi-transparent tight shirt, the fair and rosy skin, and the black high heels set off the flesh-colored stockings, which is very fascinating.

This woman deserves to have so many fans.

The saying that the eyes of the masses are sharp is indeed correct.

Fisk sniffed his nose and smelled a faint scent of sweat, but it also had a sweetness similar to that of pear blossoms.

Lester wiped his nose, feeling guilty, and simply said goodbye.

Went outside and waited.

In addition to them, there are many other actors coming today.

He had to go out and watch for a while.