Reborn Rich: Prices Dropped, My Savings Didn't

Yves Quincy gave the file Cecilia Sterling had compiled a cursory glance before gently closing it. He then looked up at Cecilia, calm and composed, and said, "No problem. Leave it to me."

From his expression and reaction, it was clear he was confident of victory.

Cecilia Sterling felt a wave of relief. "Thank you so much, Lawyer Quincy. Can we sign the retainer agreement today?"

"Of course. I’ll sign it first. You can then take it back to the client, have them sign it, and mail it back to me. Our retainer agreement will take effect then. I’ll personally visit the hospital later to go over the details with the client again."

As he spoke, he raised the file in his hand and praised, "The evidence you’ve gathered is very comprehensive."

Upon hearing this, Estelle Goodman eagerly raised her hand. "I did that!"

Yves Quincy smiled at her. "It would be even better if you could get some recent photos of the two of them together in private. The best evidence would be them entering or leaving a hotel, or proof they spent the night in the same room. With that, the other party will have no leg to stand on."

"No problem. I’ll have someone continue to tail them." Feeling fired up after the praise, Estelle Goodman promised solemnly.

"Lawyer Quincy, what about the legal fees?" Cecilia Sterling asked as a matter of formality.

Since Principal Warner had made the introduction, she couldn’t just play dumb and not bring it up, because Lawyer Quincy most likely wouldn’t mention it himself.

So she had to be the one to raise the topic.

Yves Quincy’s eyes crinkled as he smiled, then said casually, "Normally, I wouldn’t charge for something the principal asked me to handle. But I’m a partner, and I have to answer to the firm, so I can give you a discount on the retainer fee."

With that, he picked up a pen, wrote a number on a piece of paper, and showed it to Cecilia Sterling and the others. "Insider price. Don’t spread it around!"

Blair couldn’t help but gasp at the number. ’This is the discounted price?’

But Cecilia Sterling felt it was worth the price. ’As long as we can help Director Lawson win this case, it’ll all be worth it.’

Not long after, the group left the law firm.

But just as they left, Charlene Miller arrived at the firm, accompanied by a man.

The man’s name was Gary Fulton, the very person Charlene Miller was having an affair with.

In his office, Yves Quincy was looking at one of the photographs. He wore an enigmatic half-smile, and his eyes held a profound look.

He had recognized the man in the photo at a glance—Gary Fulton, a recent client of his.

He had been the one to represent Gary Fulton in his divorce case.

But he didn’t let anything show. As a professional lawyer, he always considered only his current client’s best interests. Securing the greatest benefit for his client was his professional code.

Gary Fulton’s divorce case was over. From this moment on, he was the lawyer for John Lawson’s divorce case. His position had changed, but his professional ethics had not.

A dramatic scene soon followed.

Gary Fulton had gotten a taste of Yves Quincy’s professional prowess. So when Charlene Miller proposed suing for divorce to fight for custody of the child and assets, Gary’s first thought was to hire Yves Quincy to represent her.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Fulton," Yves Quincy said to Gary Fulton, "my case schedule is already full. I can’t take your friend’s case."

Gary Fulton’s smile froze on his face. When he recovered, he quickly said, "Oh, come on, Lawyer Quincy. Please help her. We can pay more. As long as we can win this case, you can name your price."

Charlene Miller nodded along beside him. Since Gary Fulton would be footing the bill in the end anyway, she naturally agreed with whatever he said.

But Yves Quincy maintained a polite smile and gently refused, "I’m sorry, I really can’t take this case. You’d best find someone else."

The two of them were at a loss. Gary Fulton said anxiously, "Well, then, Lawyer Quincy, could you at least recommend a colleague? Someone as skilled as you."

Yves Quincy simply smiled without speaking and shook his head. "I’m afraid I can’t help with that. I have something else to attend to shortly, so I won’t see you two out."

They had arrived in high spirits, only to be shown the door in less than ten minutes.

Unexpectedly, just as the two of them left, Yves Quincy appeared at his assistant’s desk and ordered, "Lawson, pull the security footage of those two entering and leaving the firm just now. Save it and send it to me."

’Perfect evidence, delivering itself right to my doorstep.’

「Three days later.」

John Lawson was safely discharged from the hospital. With his condition, it was crucial to avoid exhaustion and getting agitated. As long as he took his medication on time, there shouldn’t be any major problems.

John Lawson was extremely grateful for all the help Cecilia Sterling and the others had given him. For the time being, he didn’t know how to repay them, so he could only keep the debt in his heart.

That day, her brother sent Cecilia Sterling his monthly exam report card; he was once again back in the number one spot in his grade.

"Sis, I kept my promise. I haven’t played any games since the competition."

Cecilia Sterling was very pleased. She immediately sent him a "huge" 20-dollar transfer.

"Good performance gets a reward. Don’t save it, spend it on whatever you want."

Ethan Sterling grinned from ear to ear seeing the WhatsApp transfer. His sister had also sent him 20 dollars on the day of the competition. With his college entrance exams approaching, he hardly had any opportunities to spend money. Plus, his sister sent him pocket money every now and then, and his second sister occasionally sent him money too.

He had almost saved up a hundred dollars now.

Thankfully, the three siblings had a tacit understanding not to tell their mother, so he was able to hold onto his "pocket money."

"Sis, I will definitely get into Lorcain University!"

"I have faith in you. When you get into Lorcain University, I’ll buy you a car."

Ethan Sterling’s eyes went wide as he read the message. "For real, Sis? You can’t go back on your word!"

"I definitely won’t!"

Ethan Sterling was so excited he almost jumped up. His hands trembled slightly as he typed, "This kind of motivational teaching should be promoted nationwide! With you saying that, I’ll crawl my way into Lorcain U if I have to!"

"Oh right, Sis, there’s something else I need to tell you secretly." Ethan Sterling suddenly grew mysterious.

Seeing the message, Cecilia Sterling subconsciously frowned, instinctively guessing, ’Don’t tell me Mom is looking for a job again?’

"Leave it to you, Sis. How did you guess?"

"Well, it’s just a suspicion right now. Mom’s Dance class is every day from three to five in the afternoon. Logically, it would be hard for her to find a suitable job, but she’s been leaving early in the morning recently."

"You don’t think she’s started dating, do you?"

Ethan Sterling sent a long string of messages, his suggestions growing more and more outrageous.

Cecilia Sterling replied instantly without a second thought: "Stop talking nonsense."

’She’d rather believe their mother was getting up early to sweep the streets than believe she would suddenly start dating.’

"You keep an eye on things for now. I’ll try to sound her out later," Cecilia Sterling texted.

’Actually, she had already guessed that her mother wouldn’t stay idle for long. Learning to dance might have distracted her for a short while, but its effect was bound to wear off over time.’

’But it’s only been a month. Could her mother be adapting too quickly?’

Cecilia Sterling hesitated for a moment with her phone in hand, then found her aunt in her contacts and started a video call.

The call connected in the next second. Before Cecilia Sterling could even speak, she noticed something was off about her aunt’s background in the video.

She was startled. "Auntie, why are you at the hospital?"