Norris Moore quietly watched McKinney White's retreating figure, her brow slightly furrowed.
*
Norris arranged to meet Alina Fanny at the cafe.
At twelve o'clock, Alina arrived on time.
She was very young, with a delicate and solemn face that exuded a somewhat detached coldness.
This was completely different from McKinney White, who exuded a friendly aura all the time.
"Miss Moore," Alina sat in front of her and politely greeted her.
Norris pushed the coffee over to her and then whispered, "What do you think the odds are for this case?"
"I've met Alex Miller, and he doesn't seem to want my help. If he admits in court that he deliberately hit someone with his car, even I won't be able to help him get acquitted."
Norris was taken aback; lowering her head and holding the coffee cup, she laughed quietly and melancholically, "That's right...all he wants is for me to leave the country and live a good life." That man was really stupid.
