It seemed like there was still quite a commotion going on ahead.
Only then did Wilson Finley pull himself out of his contemplation.
He turned to look in that direction.
A car had stopped at the gate.
A familiar figure stepped out.
The man remained dressed in enigmatic black attire, his fair complexion always so conspicuous amid a crowd. His inherent gloomy demeanor emitted an overwhelming sense of danger. His elongated, phoenix-like eyes connoted relentless cruelty. Despite his captivating appearance, no one dared to take half the liberty to imagine otherwise.
Wilson Finley watched calmly.
Actually, he was not surprised to see that the man had showed up.
After all, this was quite a spectacle for him, there was no way he would miss it.
*
In the courtroom.
Only the last twenty minutes remained before the court was in session.
Yvonne Finley had already taken her seat at the defendant's stand.
