"Yes! She is a clinically depression patient. I saw her pills and a doctor's diagnosis receipt." Smith handed over the paper to him, along with a few medicines. "I called up the doctor too, he will give a statement in the court about Elly being extremely depressed and suicidal! Haha!"
"How much is the doctor demanding?" Austin asked.
"Half a million dollar! So we can tell the Jacksons that the doctor is asking for three million dollars!" Smith grinned happily.
"Perfect! Give me the pen!" Austin took out the recorder pen from Smith's pocket, listening to it again.
They both listened to the whole statement spoken by Ashley again and Austin switched it off. "Hmmm! We won't require this pen now. I feel we are pretty much sorted!" Austin placed back the pen in Smith's pocket, smiling happily.
Suddenly Smith's phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket. As soon as he looked at the caller's name, he gaped in surprise. "Oh! My God! She is actually calling me?"
"Who?" Austin frowned, looking at the ecstatic man.
"Sheryl Hope. You know that international model, who walked for Paris fashion week many times. She is here for a fashion meet and is calling me! We met few months back and exchanged numbers, but she never picked up my call. Look today she is calling me! Gosh! I can't believe she remembers me!"
"Oh yeah! My parents are here for the same fashion meet too! Wow! So you have today's action almost ready?" Austin winked looking at the man.
"I hope so! She is a total babe! I am picking up the call on speaker ok! Stay quiet!" Smith quickly swiped the green icon, and a beautiful female voice echoed in the car.
"Hello there Smith!"
"Hello Sheryl. Long time girl!" Smith grinned, hearing the girl's voice, while his hands manuevering the steering wheel.
"Oh yeah! Have been kind of busy with fashion weeks. I landed today for this meet, and thought of giving you a call!"