Chapter 1,632 Court Trial

"That's enough." Aiden slammed the table, causing the female assistant to wake up from her role as an aggressive prosecutor.

"Sorry." The female assistant looked at Aiden worriedly.

"No, you did a good job." Mahathir said calmly: "After going to court, the other party will only be more aggressive than now and will seize every opportunity to anger you."

“If you show what you just did in front of a jury, they will immediately define you as a typical irritable rich second generation.

Then, it is not impossible to kill the victim out of anger, which will be very detrimental to you. "

"Huh..." Taking a deep breath, Aiden calmed down and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not very comfortable with this."

"No one will adapt, and no one likes to be questioned." Mahathir shook his head and smiled: "But what you have to do is to make the jury believe you, and don't let the prosecution achieve its own goal."

"Do it again." Aiden straightened his back and said, "I have no problem!"

He was more prepared than before and believed that he would not be easily angered by the opponent this time.

The entire rehearsal lasted for a day, during which Li Zitao also went in, and Aiden also acted more and more sophisticated.

You can also answer questions with traps in a smooth manner, and use language to make the results appear more beneficial to you.

"Very good." Closing the file, Mahathir rubbed his eyes and said with satisfaction: "Your performance will definitely surprise the other party tomorrow. I can't wait."

Mahathir and his assistant rested in the guest room of the apartment that night, and the next day they set off from the apartment to the court together.

Looking at Aiden, Li Zitao asked, "Are you nervous?"

"The clothes are too tight." Aiden pulled up his sleeves. The suit seemed to have shrunk, making it difficult for him to move while wearing it.

"This will make you appear more mature and what you say will be more credible. The jury will believe you." Mahathir said with a smile.

"Just because of a suit?" Aiden pointed to the 'tights' with a doubtful expression.

"right."

Mahathir did not see anything wrong with this, "You must know that the first impression often starts with appearance, and your good appearance will become our winning weapon."

"Great, so now I'm a model!" Aiden said mockingly.

"No, image ambassador is more appropriate." Mahathir glanced at Li Zitao, who was resting with his eyes closed and holding a Pixiu in his hand, "He must not be in a calm mood now." ’

Just as Mahathir guessed, it was the first time for Li Zitao, who had lived two lifetimes, to go to court.

Although he has been involved in many lawsuits in his life, this was the first time his son was sitting in the dock like today.

You can already see the front door of the court through the car window. There are a few reporters standing in front of the steps. It is easy to identify them. You only need to look at the cameras hanging on their chests and the way they keep looking around. Sure.

Li Zitao issued a gag order, and coupled with France's sex scandal, this trial did not cause much turmoil.

Because not everyone knows that Aiden Bran is Aiden Lee.

However, some newspapers and magazines still sent reporters. Not everyone was influenced by Li, and no one could control everyone.

"Put on your hats, lower your head and just walk in. Don't say anything." Ava handed the two hats to Li Zitao and Aiden, and whispered to them what to do next.

This situation should have been the responsibility of the public relations department. Li Zitao didn't like the unfamiliar public relations company around him, so Ava took a part-time job that was supposed to belong to the public relations department.

"You too." He handed the other hat to Mahathir. He is a celebrity in New York, especially in the eyes of reporters from the Justice Channel.

Compared to Li Zitao and Eden, Ava thinks Mahathir is easier to recognize.

"Is this okay?" Aiden lowered the brim of his hat and lowered his head.

With nothing visible except the side of her face and chin, Ava nodded and said, "No problem, I'll open the door."

Bang bang bang...

As soon as the car door opened, the blinding spotlight came on endlessly.

"They're out, they're out." Several reporters came forward, holding pens and shorthand pads in their hands, wanting to ask some questions.

The people who came out were all wearing hats and walking quickly up the steps with their heads lowered. The reporter's keen sense of smell made them smell the smell of blood. ’

has a problem!

But before they could figure out the problem, Li Zitao and his party quickly walked up the steps and disappeared into the court gate.

"Did you capture anything?" the reporters hurriedly asked the cameraman.

The cameraman said with a confused face: "I don't know, they walked too fast, as if they had been trained premeditatedly."

"That's it."

"What?" The photographer didn't understand what his companion meant.

"It's nothing. Keep the camera. I hope there will be something useful in it. Now I have to make a call first."

"Why?"

"I need to get some information, and besides, we need support."

More than one reporter said this, and they all rushed to the nearest phone booth almost simultaneously, scrambling to grab the microphone hanging on the wall.

Those reporters who were a step late could only pump their fists into the air to vent their frustrations.

What happened outside the court had faded away. At this time, Mahathir had found the information bulletin board and saw the names of the judges assigned to them.

"Damn it." Mahathir growled with an unhappy expression. It seemed that the judge who assigned them was not ideal.

"It's Bandru. He hates rich people, entrepreneurs and industrial development." Mahathir explained somewhat depressedly.

A good judge will make the trial more efficient, but unfortunately they were not very lucky today.

"Didn't his home have electric lights, telephones, and other infrastructure installed?" Li Zitao was a little confused as to why the other party hated industrial development.

"These are the only ones...plus maybe an old radio to follow the current news." That was the end of Mahathir's complaint.

You can complain, but you must not let this mood affect the subsequent court hearing.

"Okay, when you go in later, follow our plan. Stay calm and don't leave a bad impression on the jury...be careful of the traps in those questions."

"Catherine, you ask the question, and I want you to promise to be as aggressive as you were in the rehearsal...let me tear them apart like a wild wolf encountering its prey."

Mahathir looked at her with fierce eyes. In fact, he was more troubled than ever because he didn't know if what he was doing was right.

He wanted to take on another apprentice. Catherine's performance was outstanding. She was smart, tough, had good psychological quality, and adapted quickly.

It's just that the shadow of the past still hangs over his heart, making it impossible for him to easily believe and make the right choice.

In fact, Catherine was very similar to Van Gaal, equally young and beautiful, and equally smart and good enough to make his heart flutter.