Chapter 714

Chapter 714:
Cathy collapsed to the ground, the harsh reality of her eviction weighing heavily.
Passing neighbors muttered disapproval, stating her family got what they deserved.
She had always ridiculed Candice for her parents’ death, her family’s business failure, and house repossession. She had labeled Candice as the bankrupt lady.
She never imagined she would share the same fate. She was left with nothing now!
Damn it!
Her eyes flamed with fury, threatening to incinerate everything before her.
She was determined to make Candice pay!
If she was going to suffer, she would pull Candice down with her into the abyss!
Sunday had arrived.
Hope Law Firm’s big get-together was scheduled for that night. They chose Sunday because no one had plans.
Vanilla Taste, a renowned Korean restaurant in Ploville, was selected for the grand dinner party.
The barbecue table overflowed with an array of delicacies—grilled sliced brisket, fried chicken wings, barbecue ribs, grilled sesame squid, and more. Nearly a hundred dishes in total created a dazzling sight.
Key figures of the law firm had all gathered for this celebratory event.
The gathering honored Candice, whose courtroom victory had been flawless. Following this triumph, the firm was awarded a significant retainer for the acquisition strategy by the esteemed Royal Garden Corporation. Everyone benefited.
Amid the feast, Bettina raised her glass for a toast. She emptied her glass in one swig, then declared, “Candice, you’re the crown jewel of our firm! Because of you, our firm’s standing is on the rise. Nowadays, countless companies approach us for non-litigation matters. The influx is staggering.”
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Fellow partners chuckled. One added, “Absolutely. With Candice at the helm, our revenue for the upcoming year will likely skyrocket.”
Candice’s assistant lawyer, seated next to her, couldn’t help but agree. She held Candice’s arm and expressed gratitude. “Thank you, bosses. Miss Reeves was generous enough to give me a hefty bonus this time. It’ll cover my expenses for the year.”
Candice responded with a modest smile and a dismissive wave. “You’re all making too much of it. I merely seized an opportunity. The praise is a bit overblown.”
“Not at all. You deserve every bit of it.” The receptionist rose to pour Candice a glass of wine. “The number of rich folks knocking on our door, explicitly asking for Miss Blake and enquiring if she’s part of our team, is staggering.”
She then mimicked those wealthy individuals, leaving everyone laughing.
Candice stopped the receptionist mid-pour, politely declining the wine. “I’m afraid I don’t drink.”
Her refusal wasn’t because she couldn’t handle alcohol, but rather uncertainty about her behavior after drinking.
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