“Oy!” Aunt Lucy sighed, “No, his housekeeper said he hadn’t been out all day and couldn’t get his hair at all, so we’ll just have to wait until next time.”
“That’s okay, next time will be next time.” Christine White wasn’t much surprised by the outcome; if Hugh Dong’s DNA was really that accessible, Baird Lane wouldn’t have gotten it by now.
“Let’s not talk about that, ma’am, let’s eat first, I’ve made your favorite dish.” Aunt Lucy changed the topic.
Christine White rubbed her stomach and nodded happily, “Yeah.”
She’d been hungry on the way back yet.
“Let’s go then.” Aunt Lucy got up and went to the kitchen to lay out the food.
Christine White followed to see if there was anything she could do to help.
As it turned out, there was no need for her to do any favors, just wait for the food.
After the meal, Christine White had nothing to do and took her tablet to the small garden outside the villa, where she lounged in a beach chair in the sun while looking up information.
But the coziness didn’t last long before it was shattered by the exasperated voice of Aunt Lucy.
“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy came over with the landline microphone, “There’s a call for you.”
“Who?” Christine White asked, looking up, puzzled.
Aunt Lucy handed her the microphone, “It’s from the police station.”
“The police department?” Christine White took the microphone suspiciously.
Aunt Lucy hmmmed, “I heard it was Leo Bort who wanted to see you.”
At that, Christine White’s small face sank as she put the microphone to her ear, “Hello.”
“Is this Ms. Christine White, please?” Came the polite inquiry from the other end of the line.
Christine White nodded, “I am.”
“Hello, City Public Safety on my end, do you know Mr. Leo Bort?” The head inquired.
Christine White hadn’t wanted to admit it, but the police department had called here and must have known that she knew Leo Bort, so there was nothing she could do without admitting it, so she could only hold back her inner boredom and answered, “Yes.”
“Yes, Mr. Leo Bort on our side has asked to see you, do you have time to come over?”
“See me?” Christine White narrowed her eyes, “Did he see me for something?”
“It’s about the appeal, Mr. Leo Bort has a prison appeal.” The person on the other end of the line answered point blank.
But Christine White heard it too.
Leo Bort is simply trying to obtain forgiveness from her side, and as long as she, the victim in the criminal case, understands, Leo Bort will be acquitted on further appeal.
Heh, what a good plan to play.
But it’s also up to her to say yes or no.
How could she possibly want to let Leo Bort out when she’d had such a hard time seeing him go to jail.
Thinking of this, Christine White said in a cold voice, “I’m sorry, I don’t have the time, and I don’t want to see him, so please convey to him for me that he should get rid of those thoughts before it’s too late, I won’t help him, that’s all.”
After speaking, she didn’t wait for the person on the other end of the phone to say anything and directly hung up the phone.
Aunt Lucy took the microphone from Christine White, “Ma’am, what’s it all about?”
Christine White slumped back into her beach chair, “Leo Bort wants to see me and wants me to write a letter of understanding.”
“What?” Aunt Lucy exclaimed, “He actually hit that?”
Christine White pursed her lips, “It’s just a guess, but I’m not sure if it is or not, but eight or nine, and other than that, I can’t really think of a reason for Leo Bort to see me.”
“Then this must be the one, ma’am, you mustn’t say yes.” Aunt Lucy hurriedly advised, fearing that she would agree on a whim.
Christine White couldn’t help but laugh when she saw how anxious Aunt Lucy looked, but after laughing, she looked puzzled, “I’m sure I won’t say yes, I just can’t figure out one thing, how could Leo Bort have a chance to appeal? He’s already been sentenced, which means a full conviction, and there’s no chance of an appeal.”
Though she didn’t know much about the legal piece.
But she also looked up this information carefully in order to get Leo Bort to go to jail.
So what should be known, she still knows.
Aunt Lucy was also a bit puzzled when she heard Christine White’s words, “Yes, it is reasonably impossible, but … Ma’am, do you want to ask Mr.?”
Christine White thought about it and didn’t say no or yes, “Don’t ask for now, he’s busy and it’s better to leave him alone until he comes back in the evening.”
“That Leo Bort side …”
Christine White’s little face went cold, “Never mind, I’m not going to see him anyway.”
“OK, I’ll put the phone back first then.” Aunt Lucy took the microphone and went inside.
Christine White looked at the blue sky with some gloom in her heart.
In the evening, Baird Lane returned.
Before Christine White could think of how to tell him what happened during the day, it turned out that Aunt Lucy had a brain to tell him first.
Baird Lane’s brow was furrowed into a kawaii as he listened, and it was clear that he was also unaware of the fact that Leo Bort had a chance to appeal.
“Baird,” Christine White called out to him.
Baird Lane looked at her, “I’ll have Gates ask over at the police station.”
With that, he took out his cell phone and sent a missive out.
Half an hour later, Gates’ call came through.
Baird Lane went straight to speakerphone, “Find out?”
Christine White was glued to her phone, desperate to know why.
Gates’ respectful voice rang out, “Checked it out, it was Leo Bort who went out on a limb and donated a bunch of police cars and outgoing material to the police department, as well as five million dollars for the mountain area, which is why he got an appeal.”
“So that’s it.” Christine White muttered.
Sure enough, it’s capitalism.
Money really does make the world go round!
This is the moment that Christine White takes her distaste for Leo Bort to the next level.
She doesn’t discriminate or hate rich people.
But the likes of Leo Bort, she hated with a passion.
“Any luck finding out whose connections he went through?” Baird Lane’s face sank coldly.
He hadn’t even realized that Leo Bort had it in him.
Gates shook his head apologetically, “No, but the man who got the police department and the court side to give the appeal a chance was obviously unusual.”
Baird Lane mused for a few seconds, “I see, keep watching, don’t let the man end up streaming Land without even leaving and just fishing Leo Bort out.”
“Yes.” Gates responded.
The phone hung up and Christine White clenched her palms worriedly, “Did you just say that Leo Bort is in danger of being fished out?”
Baird Lane pinched his brow, “That’s just my guess, the man should have the ability to just fish for someone since he has the ability to give Leo Bort the opportunity to appeal.”
“If that’s what you’re saying, then why let Leo Bort appeal and not just fish Leo Bort out?” Christine White just thought it was nonsensical.
Baird Lane poured himself a glass of water, “As I just said, Walking Stream Land, Leo Bort was the one I got in there, and the guy had Leo Bort appeal, supposedly because he didn’t want to offend The Lane Family directly.”
Christine White listened, thought hard for a moment, and then came to a realization, “You mean to tell me that the man was giving face to The Lane Family so that he didn’t just fish for the man?”
“Nice.” Baird Lane nodded.
Christine White’s little mouth dropped open, unable to speak.
After a moment, she asked worriedly, “Baird, do you think, if I’m not willing to have some letter of understanding, then the man, will he just fish out Leo Bort?”
“Not impossible!” Baird Lane murmured.
Christine White’s little face went white and she panicked a little, “If that’s true, what should we do?”
“Take it easy.” Baird Lane took her hand, “It hasn’t happened yet, it’s all speculation, maybe it won’t end up like we think.”
“Yes?” Christine White’s smile was forced and not comforted, “Baird, who do you think Leo Bort is looking for connections with?”