Claire Wentworth held the evidence left by her mother. Although these could prove that certain things belonged to her, she knew very well that if she simply took these papers to ask Antoine Wentworth and the members of the Moreau family to return them, they would never agree easily. She had seen through their selfishness in her previous life. Therefore, taking legal action was the most legitimate, quick, and convenient way.
However, she didn't know any lawyers herself. If she were to look for one rashly, aside from the issue of the lawyer's ability, if Antoine Wentworth found out, it would undoubtedly bring more trouble. So, it would be better to ask Young Master Montfort for help from the beginning.
"Don't worry, I can afford the lawyer's fees myself," Claire Wentworth added hastily, for fear that Alexandre Montfort would refuse.
Alexandre Montfort glanced at her and asked, "Are you sure?"
Claire Wentworth nodded and said firmly, "Sure. Although I may not have much money for now, once the lawsuit is won, I will naturally have the money to pay."
"I see. So, you want me to hire a lawyer for you and also advance the lawyer's fees on your behalf?"
Claire Wentworth was silent for a moment. She hadn't thought about the fact that lawyer's fees needed to be paid in advance. Then she thought about her current situation. Apart from the five... well, now only four gold bars left by her mother, she had no other property that could be liquidated to pay for the lawyer's fees. So, Alexandre Montfort was right. She really needed him to advance the fees for her.
Since she was asking for help, she should show the right attitude. Claire Wentworth immediately broke into a bright smile, and the sweetness of her voice suddenly soared. "Young Master Montfort, look, I've been conditioning your body without charging any fees, right?"
Looking at Claire Wentworth's suddenly beaming smile, Alexandre Montfort's lips twitched slightly.
Claire Wentworth continued, "So, we can help each other. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you. After winning the lawsuit, I'll return the money to you without a single cent less. How about adding interest? We can calculate it according to the bank interest rate. Is that okay?"
Alexandre Montfort was charmed by the sweetness of her voice and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. "Mutual help then. I won't charge you interest."
Claire Wentworth let out a long sigh of relief, and her voice instantly regained its clarity. "Thank you, Young Master Montfort."
Her heartfelt joy made Alexandre Montfort's eyes and brows curve as well.
After dinner, Alexandre Montfort returned to his room. In his private space, a hint of joy gradually appeared between his brows and eyes.
Suddenly, her voice echoed in his mind: "He won't die! Try cursing him again!"
Alexandre Montfort took out his phone and made a call. A lazy, smiling voice came from the other end: "Should I congratulate you or sympathize with you? I heard the bride is a Cinderella who married as a substitute. What do you think? Do you need me to come over and deal with it? I promise she won't get away with anything and will even have to pay..."
"Jasper," Alexandre Montfort's voice was no longer restrained, filled with intense joy. "She's really interesting."
There was a brief silence at the other end. There was actually a sense in Alexandre Montfort's voice as if he had suddenly found a beloved toy.
"I think I might like her!"
Another silence. Had he fallen in love so quickly?
Jasper Kingston raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to tease, he heard Alexandre Montfort say, "Come over tomorrow."
Jasper Kingston understood and smiled. "You want me to check if she likes you? There's really no need. You should have confidence in your charm. I think any female creature in this world would fall for you when they see you."
"No. She needs a lawyer!"
Jasper Kingston: "..."
"Aren't you a top - notch lawyer?"
"But, bro, the cases I handle are all in units of hundreds of millions. What kind of lawsuit does she have that requires me to take charge? A family property dispute?"
"Even if it's just one dollar, you have to get it back for her." Alexandre Montfort's voice suddenly turned cold.
Jasper Kingston: "..." Was he getting angry just like that? Well, he really had to go and take a look.
"I'll book a flight now. Wait for me."
After hanging up the phone, Alexandre Montfort brought up the virtual screen. Looking at the screen at the cold look on Claire Wentworth's face when she heard others cursing him, his eyes were once again filled with joy. She wanted a lawyer, presumably to take action against the Wentworth family. He had other things to attend to and couldn't fully assist her, so he would let Jasper Kingston come. With him around, the Wentworth family wouldn't be able to get away with even a single cent.
Meanwhile, in the Moreau family.
Oswald Moreau summoned Lucas Moreau and his father, Frederick Moreau, to his study. Oswald Moreau swept a glance at them and asked, "What do you think about what happened in the past two days?"
Frederick Moreau spoke first. "The formula of VitalShine shampoo has always been locked in the safe, and only you, father, have the key to the safe. So, it's impossible for there to be an internal leak."
"What about Lucas? Do you have any clues?"
Lucas Moreau shook his head. "I traced the source of the email that reported us. It was from a foreign server. But VitalShine shampoo hasn't been launched in the foreign market. It's very strange."
"You only traced the email. Didn't you think of checking the people around us?"
"Grandpa, you suspect someone from our own family?"
"Our own family!" Oswald Moreau grabbed the teacup and threw it at Lucas Moreau. "I suspect you."
Lucas Moreau was hit by the teacup but didn't dare to move, just looking at Oswald Moreau. "Grandpa, I would never sell our formula. The Moreau family's pharmaceutical company is our own business. No matter how stupid I am, I couldn't possibly..."
"You wouldn't, but what about Claire Wentworth? And even Victoire Wentworth, whom you hold dear in your heart, would she not?"
Lucas Moreau stiffened. "Grandpa, how could she have our formula?"
"This formula originally belonged to her. It was left by Claire Wentworth's biological mother. Although she said she only gave it to us at that time, who knows if she left any backup?"
Oswald Moreau became angrier as he spoke. "Originally, if you had married Claire Wentworth peacefully, none of this would have been a problem. But what did you do? Disregarding my warning, you insisted on being with Victoire Wentworth. Well, that's one thing. But you could at least have tried to please Claire Wentworth. Instead, when she was forced to marry as a substitute, you went to the hospital to accompany Victoire Wentworth. Are you trying to make her hate you even more?"
"And then, right after she married Young Master Montfort, something happened to our family. Lucas Moreau, use your head and think. Is there really such a coincidence in the world?"
The muscles on Lucas Moreau's face suddenly froze. He suddenly remembered the cold and emotionless look in Claire Wentworth's eyes when she looked at him, and the hands she held with Alexandre Montfort. But he was reluctant to admit that the girl no longer had feelings for him and even hated him. He could only explain reluctantly, "Claire Wentworth wouldn't do such a thing, Grandpa. It definitely wasn't her."
"Lucas, you really disappoint me. When a woman's heart is extremely hurt, there's nothing she wouldn't do. I've made up my mind. No matter what method you use, bring Claire Wentworth back to me. Remember, the formulas of our best - selling products were all given by Claire Wentworth's mother. This time, she only exposed VitalShine shampoo. What about next time?"