"Good day Mr. TYBALT.
I am your attorney.... Mr. Allister McLaren
And I'm here to help you get through this."
"_"
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Tybalt blinked in confusion, while looking at the well groomed in man before him.
Eh?.... wasn't he brought here to be released instead?
Ughhhhhhh!!!!!... at the end of the day, was this man sent here by his majesty Alec or not?
And what the hell was this attorney thing?
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A few minutes later, Tybalt's face immediately became distorted and he immediately flared up from anger.
'Bang!'
He hit the table violently and tried to reach out to grab the Lawyer's neck with his handcuffed hands.
But of course, when they had previously left him alone in the room, they had connected his cuffs to some circular metal hoops on the table.
So he couldn't really do much to Mr. Allister there.
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