At that moment Valentina's father took a deep breath, his brows furrowing as his mind raced to make sense of what just happened. Then he sat down heavily, his fingers tapping restlessly on the armrest of his chair.
"No… no, this doesn't make sense." His voice was low, almost as if he was whispering to someone.
He leaned forward, rubbing his temples.
"That particular law firm… the one that just humiliated me today." He clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring.
The name of the firm rang loudly in his mind—Lancaster & Holton Law.
A name that sent shivers down the spine of the most powerful families in the country.
They never accepted small cases. Never involved themselves in anything beneath a first-class family dispute.
But…
"They do have that charity program," he muttered, his gaze narrowing.
His lawyer had mentioned something about it a while ago—a new initiative where they randomly picked a case to handle pro bono.
"They started it last week."
