Chapitre 67: It Has Nothing To Do With Me

"Forget it, instructor, since the judge is their lackey, this trial was doomed from the start..." Locke's face was calm, and his eyes were full of gratitude towards Diana.

"Locke, are you really willing to swallow this? They tried to hurt your parents!" Realizing that she had lost her composure, she calmed herself down before continuing, "It's my fault... I wasn't able to convict them..."

"No! You've already done your best. This is better than I expected, I have already gotten what I wanted..." Locke had a mysterious smile on his face.

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Adrian left the court with two servants pushing his wheelchair. Meanwhile, Alice was touching up her makeup while walking under the shade of an umbrella that was held up by another servant.

"Brother, those four b*stards are really useless. To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, let's just off their families as well..."