Chapter 1,633 Fighter, Catherine

Not remembering to eat but not to fight seems to be a common problem that everyone makes.

As one of the top leading lawyers in the United States, Mahathir is not immune to these shortcomings.

But he calls it 'forgiveness.' If he doesn't dare to believe it anymore because he was hurt once, then what fun is there in life for him?

The formal trial began. Before the judge attended, the small courtroom contained only whispered exchanges between the defendant and the prosecutor.

"Judge Bandru is here." The bailiff shouted, and everyone in the court stood up to show respect.

Judge Bandru Kamen, who is old, out of breath when walking, and weighs at least 260 pounds, somewhat bald, walks out of the inner court.

"Everyone, sit down. I've seen the information on this case and can't wait to hear your arguments."

Bandru sat on his chair, put on his reading glasses, opened the document and looked down: "So, now we can start and invite the jury into the court."

"Five of the jury members this time are from the middle class, three are living in poverty and distress, and the other two are retired farmers who moved from Tennessee."

After sitting down again, Mahathir introduced the identity and back of the jury to Aiden, which he usually did not have to do.

But Aiden is not 'business as usual,' but his underboss, and his position is more important in the think tank group of nine than in the law firm.

"According to the original plan, you will ask the questions." After finishing the analysis of the jury at the scene, Mahathir chose to trust his own judgment again.

Catherine will be a good student, and if he misses it, he may regret it for the rest of his life.

As for what will happen between them in the future, and whether he will create a 'Van Gaal again,' he decided to give time to find the answer.

"This is evidence found at the scene. Mr. Aiden Bland was wearing it at the time. All the witnesses at the scene saw was him kneeling next to the deceased."

"And we want to call the first witness, an expert in blood trace identification." The prosecution launched a fierce attack from the beginning.

"I swear..." After taking the oath, the blood trace expert conducted a large amount of proof and analysis on the question of 'why Aiden Brann is the murderer'.

During this period the prosecution violated the rules several times, using leading questions and corroboration in an attempt to influence the jury.

Catherine discovered the other's intentions each time and 'protested' against them.

But all she could hear were the words 'protest is invalid'. Judge Bandrew, who was sitting in the court, showed obvious favoritism from the beginning.

It was so bad for Catherine that it was actually her second time in court and as lead counsel arguing against the prosecution.

But she encountered the worst possible situation, a judge who was unfriendly and biased towards her and her client.

Catherine tried to cast doubt on the jury's previous questioning when questioning witnesses, but the prosecutor's frequent rebuttals made her lose her rhythm.

What's even more fatal is that Judge Bandrew's performance was completely opposite to before. "The protest is valid," the judge put his face on his hands and gave Catherine a sarcastic expression of being helpless.

"Based on the above issues..."

"Your Honor." Catherine suddenly stood up and interrupted the prosecutor's testimony.

"Lawyer, sit down." Judge Bandru ordered, pointing at her almost rudely.

Catherine swallowed her saliva, looking as nervous as a deer being targeted by a hunter, but she stubbornly insisted, "Your Honor, I want to file a motion to change the judge."

"What did you say?" Judge Bandrew straightened up and looked at her sharply.

Catherine looked as pitiful as a baby seal that had just been beaten with a baseball bat.

The nervousness made her a little dizzy, so much so that she almost couldn't stand and fainted.

But she stubbornly supported the table with her hands and repeated unswervingly; "I want to formally submit a motion to change the judge to you."

Bandru stared at her with a pair of menacing eyes, like an eagle competing against a hunter.

About 10 seconds passed, which seemed like a century to Catherine, before he asked: "For what reason?"

"Favoritism, your honor, my client has been treated unfairly, and therefore, I would like to submit..."

Snapped.

Catherine's body trembled violently. Fear caused her to close her eyes, but she immediately opened them wide and looked straight at Judge Bandrew, who was looking ahead.

The other party's hands were still on the table, and he asked in a low voice with an angry face, "Do you know what you are doing? Lady."

"Yes, I know very well that I must do this as I am responsible for the client... Your Honor." Catherine still maintained due etiquette and respect.

She knew she had offended Judge Bandrew when she decided to do this.

From now on, whenever he appears in his court, he will be subjected to various difficulties and targets.

For a court judge, there are countless little tricks that do not violate discipline and make people unable to grasp the situation, but will make her uncomfortable.

But she had to do this because she was responsible for her client, and because she had to seize this opportunity.

As Mahathir said, she is a smart person, so she also clearly realizes that this is Mahathir's test for himself.

It was also the best opportunity in her life, Aiden Lee was sitting next door to her.

His father, Charlie Lee, whose wealth is immeasurable and has been voted the richest man in the world by many weekly magazines, is looking at him from the audience in the back.

Therefore, Catherine cannot mess up, and she will not allow anyone to mess up her debut. ’

"If I were you, I would think carefully before speaking." Bandru said threateningly again. At this time, he was so angry that he no longer cared about the jury's opinion.

"I insist, Your Majesty..."

Snap, Catherine closed her eyes and shook again, and heard the other party's roar in her ears: "Your motion has been denied. Now, prosecutor, you can continue to ask questions."

The prosecutor stared at Catherine with an alien expression, as if asking, 'Are you sick? He actually questioned the judge's authority in public and pointed out that the other party was selfish and partial. ’

For any lawyer, this is tantamount to digging his own grave.

And she seemed to feel that the cemetery was not deep enough or big enough, and wanted to make the situation more serious.

"Your honor, I stand by my opinion," Catherine said again.

"Shut up, prosecutor, keep going." Bandru pointed at Catherine and yelled.

"Your honor, if you persist in doing this, I will be obliged to file a complaint against you, which does not preclude formal proceedings."

As soon as Catherine finished speaking, the entire court fell silent. The recorder who was tapping on the typewriter stopped his fingers and looked at her with his mouth wide open.

Bandru's eyes were as terrifying as if he wanted to kill someone. Catherine looked at him without fear, and she lowered her head slightly in awe.

The motion she filed merely questioned Bandrew's impartiality and did not mean that she wanted to challenge the judge's authority in the courtroom.

If she didn't show humility at this time, Catherine could say goodbye to her career now.