Chapter 299

Chapter 299:
“Betty, we won the case. And don’t worry—the compensation met the client’s expectations. We’ll get half of the agency fee.”
“Awesome. Way to go, Candy! Let’s celebrate later. It’s my treat.”
Bettina added excitedly, “With this win, the reputation of Hope Law Firm will definitely soar again. It’s all thanks to you, my friend. You must be exhausted from getting us this victory. Go home and rest—you’ve earned it.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll see you when we go out to celebrate.” Candice hung up.
It was already getting dark when she walked out of the courthouse.
As Candice descended the steps, she saw Jarrod waiting for her at the bottom.
A top-of-the-line Rolls Royce was parked behind him. Confused, Candice looked inside the car, but no one was there.
Jarrod approached her and said, “Good evening, Miss Blake. Mr. Lopez sent me. He’s made me your chauffeur from now on.”
Candice could only stare at Jarrod with wide eyes. Why would Milton arrange a driver for her? She wasn’t his employee.
Jarrod noticed the troubled look on her face but still opened the back door respectfully and said, “Shall we, Miss Blake? I’m just following Mr. Lopez’s orders. If you have any objections, you should take them up with him.”
Candice glanced around and saw the defendant and his lawyer staring at her. Seeing a driver in a luxury car pick her up, everyone wore stunned expressions.
Candice had finally won the case and didn’t want to cause a scene outside the courthouse, so she got in the car.
Jarrod drove Candice back to Sunrise Apartment. As soon as she got home, Candice set down her briefcase and let out a big sigh of relief.
Before she could draw another breath, the doorbell rang.
She whipped her head toward the door.
It wasn’t until then that she remembered what she had promised Milton at noon.
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She had been so focused on the courtroom all afternoon that she’d forgotten about Milton.
She’d sent him an ambiguous message at noon and hadn’t replied since.
Milton must be the one ringing the doorbell.
Since Jarrod had driven her home, Candice couldn’t fool Milton into thinking she was still out. She had to answer the door.
Indeed, it was Milton who stood there, casually leaning against the doorframe with a stack of documents in one arm and a plastic bag full of food containers in the other.
Candice began to explain, “Hey, I was going to tell you at noon that I’d call you after work this evening. Something unexpected came up, and I sent the message before I could finish it.”
Milton arched his brows and stared at her for a few moments, making her a bit uncomfortable. Then he groaned, ever so sexily, “Oh, well.”
Candice knew he didn’t buy a word she said and that nothing she could say would convince him. Anyway, she had said her piece.
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