Chapter 1618 Frogampfog (VI)

No. 1g&fog (Six)

Charlie Bonaparte easily became a lawyer at Channing Law Firm after graduating from Harvard University at the age of 24.

Thanks to the support of his wife, Ellen Channing, the daughter of a jurist from Connecticut, he easily passed the Ivy League school that was almost impossible for most civilians to enter. They got married before Charlie started working at the law firm.

For top law firms, the most important thing is not income, but the reputation of the firm, the high-quality clients that the firm can provide, and the presence of well-known lawyers.

Charlie Bonaparte met all the conditions, and with Channing's proper management, Channing Law Firm has a history of more than 100 years since its opening in 1860. It has offices in major cities around the world, covering everything from corporate mergers and acquisitions, real estate, trade, finance, overseas infrastructure projects to marriage law.

What else can divorced couples do? Of course, it was to divide the property. For respectable people, the fewer people who knew about this scandal, the better. The lawyers of Channing Law Firm were located in the new town in the western suburbs of Paris, while the reception office was in a neoclassical house in the city center. The hostess of the house was a hospitable Spanish art agent. Not all couples came to the house to go through divorce procedures. Some came to buy paintings. Of course, she would occasionally hold exhibitions of one or two new artists. Occasionally, one or two young artists would become the culprits of destroying other people's families. At this time, her husband would provide legal assistance. It was really a "unique" couple.

The pale and sallow face of the old Slytherin bat looked unapproachable because of the lack of expression, but the doorman of the apartment had seen more "unlucky" guests. Seeing that he was wearing an Italian handmade suit and leather shoes, and was wearing two followers, the doorman still let the group into the terrazzo marble hall even without an appointment.

The lights are on here even in the daytime, not because the light is bad, but because the light makes the house look more magnificent. No one cares about "energy saving" and "environmental protection".

There is no elevator in the old apartment in Paris. Everyone has to go upstairs by stairs. Conseil knocked gently on a mahogany double door, and soon a sweet female voice sounded from inside. He immediately explained his purpose in standard French. Soon the door opened, and a French maid stood behind the door.

The maid certainly did not wear the kind of maid-themed clothes sold by Victoria's Secret. She looked more than 40, almost 50 years old, with wrinkles all over her face. She wore an old-fashioned long skirt to the knees and an apron around her waist. It seemed that she did her best to make herself not associated with "restlessness".

"The master is not at home now." The maid said in English, "You can leave a message."

"We can wait." Conseil said.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Severus directly pushed the maid away and walked into the apartment.

The walls of this high-ceilinged apartment were painted in a passionate red. Facing the street, there were floor-to-ceiling windows that almost reached the ceiling, through which one could see the beautiful Paris street scene.

Severus's sight did not stay there for long, but turned to a glass door facing the main door. This was a spacious office. A bald middle-aged man sat behind the desk. He was holding a phone in his hand. Seeing Severus coming, he was not panicked and put the phone down calmly.

"Do you need any help, sir?" said the middle-aged man.

"Are you Lawrence?" Severus asked arrogantly.

"Yes." The middle-aged man replied.

"Do you know Pierre Brongniard?"

"He is a friend of my wife." Lawrence replied.

"Then do you know his other secret identity?"

Lawrence's eyes flickered, and then asked, "What do you mean?"

Severus put a Senet chess piece on Lawrence's desk.

"Do you know this?" He said with a fake smile.

Lawrence did not speak.

"What are the conditions your employer has mentioned?" Severus asked.

Lawrence reached for the drawer, but Felix raised his wand.

"Be careful," Felix said, and then went around the back of the desk. "Which drawer do you want to open?"

"The one at the bottom," Lawrence said.

Then Felix opened the drawer, and inside was a wooden box that looked a bit old, with a gilded lion relief from the First Empire of Napoleon.

Felix glanced at Severus, took out the wooden box, and put it on the table. Then Lawrence took off a necklace from his neck, which had a yellow diamond cross covered with vines.

"I didn't expect that I would actually use it one day." Lawrence looked at Severus and said.

"What do you mean?" Severus said.

"My father is a collector of Napoleon's belongings. He collected Napoleon's books, wills and this wooden box."

"What's inside?"

"Part of the manuscript. Napoleon once wanted to be a novelist when he was young. It records an amazing story. The part in the box was inherited by Charles Bonaparte. He and his wife had no children. The other part is in the hands of his private secretary Menival."

"What's it about?" Severus asked.

"You know what it's about." Lawrence said, staring at Severus. "If you really are Mr. Smith."

Severus said nothing.

"I don't think you know that Charles Bonaparte's first customer was named Melissa Smith. Her land in North Carolina was illegally occupied. She could not recover her property and she could not plead Public enforcers came to evict the residents who were ignoring the law, so Melissa came to Charles Bonaparte for legal assistance, and he gave her a piece of advice."

"Where is her father and husband?"

"Her father is dead, and no one will marry her because she is half Indian." Lawrence said with a smile. "This is why law enforcement officials did not drive away those who invaded her land, but she was She was born in the United States, and her father is an American. The Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution gives her the power. A strictly disciplined militia is necessary to ensure the security of free states. The right of the people to keep and bear arms is inviolable. Anyone over the age of 18 can You can buy long guns, and you can buy handguns if you’re 21.”

"Why can't I buy a pistol until I'm 21?" Felix asked.

"Long guns are easy to find, and pistols are easy to hide. Aren't you worried that I have a pistol in my drawer?" Lawrence looked at Felix, and then turned his attention to Severus. "American law allows Melissa to In order to protect their own land, they pulled the trigger, so they investigated At Li's suggestion, Melissa brought two pistols and went to the church of illegal residents like in a Western movie. At the end of the mass, she took out the gun and pointed it at everyone. She warned the farmers that anyone who dared to If they move, she will shoot them and ask them to leave the illegally occupied land.”

"Did she shoot?" Severus asked.

"A shot was fired into the ceiling. The savage Indian woman didn't understand the rules of the church not to use weapons. The squatters immediately left her land. Over the next few years, Charlie and Melissa became very close. , even financial assistance." Lawrence paused. "What kind of woman do you think can refuse a man like Bonaparte?"

Severus smiled "Her wife knows?"

"Charlie never lies in court. If he thinks the probability of winning is too low, he will abandon the case. Moreover, he will never comfort his clients. Instead, he will use truthful but harsh words to make the firm's clients run away. But at the same time, he was generous, and Melissa had no money to pay for legal fees, so Charlie was basically her human rights lawyer.”

"He sounds like an honorable man," Severus said lazily.

"Charlie was charismatic, just like his ancestors, and he was friends with Theodore Roosevelt."

"How did they meet?" Gong Saiyi asked curiously.

"They were both involved in the National Civil Service Reform League, a non-governmental organization that investigates corruption among federal government officials. I like Charlie more than his ancestor Napoleon. I kept this box because I wanted to collect Charlie's things. I I have no interest in Napoleon's smelly shirt." Lawrence pushed the cross into the keyhole. "I want to keep this box and you can take the contents."

"What if I don't agree?" Severus asked.

"Then I will use extraordinary measures to protect myself and my family." Lawrence glared like a bulldog and growled, "Believe me, you don't want an enemy like me."

Everyone stared at Severus, as if waiting for his next reaction.

"I hate lawyers," Severus said. "Take me to your client."

"I haven't met him," Lawrence said. "I've only talked to him on the phone."

"Contact him." Felix pointed the wand at Lawrence, then picked up his mobile phone and made a call. It seemed that he had done a lot of threatening things. He looked like a habitual criminal at a young age.