Chapter 319

Chapter 319:
She wanted to confirm it for herself.
On the screen, Milton stumbled into the elevator that led straight to the top-floor suite.
This was the only video capturing his silhouette; no other surveillance cameras provided useful information. At first glance, nothing seemed unusual—it appeared Milton had had a few too many drinks that night. She recalled detecting a strong smell of alcohol on him.
However, after reviewing the footage multiple times, Candice noticed something peculiar. She hit pause suddenly.
Scrutinizing the footage, it became clear that Milton’s hand was positioned incorrectly when pressing the elevator door’s close button.
She rewound and watched it repeatedly.
Milton entered the elevator and pressed the door-close button several times, seemingly unable to locate it.
Based on his gait, he didn’t appear severely intoxicated.
Could it be that he couldn’t see the button clearly?
Candice shook her head in disbelief. It seemed implausible.
She reclined in her chair and switched off the video. She had reviewed all the documents, but nothing was conclusive. The situation was suspicious, as if someone had deliberately tampered with the evidence.
This might explain why Milton had chosen not to present any defense—it seemed he couldn’t find any evidence that would support his case.
Candice glanced at the withdrawal application in her hand. The Municipal Court had notified her of a trial scheduled for the 28th of next month after the previous mediation attempt had failed.
It was now her decision whether to withdraw the lawsuit or proceed with it.
Candice hesitated, twirling a pen in her hand. She pondered for a while but couldn’t make up her mind. In the end, she locked the relevant documents and the withdrawal application in her desk drawer and moved on to other cases.
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Whenever Milton crossed her mind, her thoughts became jumbled. She needed to focus on work and distract herself.
Meanwhile, Milton left the business party and returned to the Sunrise Apartment.
He opened the door to Candice’s apartment.
He noticed she hadn’t changed her password recently, perhaps afraid of forgetting it or for some other reason.
As he stepped into the study, Milton furrowed his brows deeply.
He had lost count of how many times he had found her asleep at her desk. She worked tirelessly every night, handling cases and pushing herself hard. She often fell asleep at her desk, only waking at dawn.
Her hard work had earned her a stellar reputation in the legal world at a young age.
It seemed success came at the price of relentless effort.
Milton walked over to her and gently lifted her up, worried that sleeping in such a position might cause her neck problems.
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