Chapter 290: The Trump Card

I scanned the faces of the jury, the judge, and General Lovecraft, who had been standing in the audience the entire time. His eyes were filled with joy, but now his face was ashen.

I finally focused my gaze on Michael.

Other than Courtney, he was the only one in the room who seemed to have expected all of this. He even relaxed on the sofa chair reserved for the royal family with a noble and cold smile on his lips.

Michael noticed my gaze and opened his mouth a little, making his smile look much more sincere.

"Is this what you wanted to show me?" I asked softly.

However, before Michael could answer, another tall figure appeared in front of us.

I looked up at him. It was Brandon.

Brandon reached out and patted Michael's shoulder, asking Michael to move out of a seat for him.

"Hey, Cecily," Brandon called out to me.

I turned my attention to him and politely greeted him.

He didn't mind. He turned to talk to Michael.