Chapter 4 Attorney Alan

Betty waved her hand without looking back, indicating that she heard him.

After Betty left 1908, Berd finally found his voice. "Mr. William, is the divorce agreement with Miss Betty really settled just like that?"

Henry took a sip of red wine. "Get me all the information on Betty."

Berd reported truthfully, "Miss Betty is the daughter of Hazel and his ex-wife, Anna. Back then, The White family had some assets, but Anna, who grew up in an orphanage, had unknown parentage."

"In the third year of their marriage, Hazel's current wife, Maya, secured her position by carrying a pair of twins."

"Anna couldn't accept her husband's infidelity and left with their two-year-old daughter, never looking back."

"According to the records, Miss Betty's mother went missing over a decade ago. She was raised by her foster father and has been living in a small northern town for many years."

Henry frowned. "Her mother went missing?"

"Yes, Mr. William. Missing, not deceased. Because of this, Miss Betty became an orphan in the truest sense."

When discussing The White family's connection to Betty, Berd's tone carried a hint of personal emotion.

"Not long ago, Hazel actively sought out Miss Betty, claiming he wanted to make amends and welcome her back into the family. He even promised a share of the inheritance."

"In reality, the reason The White family wanted to acknowledge her had everything to do with Donald, Iris's twin brother."

At the mention of Donald, a trace of disdain flashed through Berd's eyes.

A spoiled rich kid, known for reckless driving, street fights, and associating with gangsters to bully classmates.

He even drove a girl to suicide. During her autopsy, it was discovered she was carrying an unborn child.

Even the heavens seemed unwilling to tolerate Donald's wickedness, striking him down with a serious illness at a young age. If he didn't get a kidney transplant soon, he wouldn't survive.

No wonder Hazel had pleaded with Mr. William when Betty was taken into custody.

Now it was clear-his plea was just a pretense. His real goal was to force Betty to donate a kidney to his degenerate son.

Berd asked, "Since Miss Betty's case is settled, should we inform The White family?"

Henry chuckled. "I only care about Iris's abilities. Whether her family lives or dies has nothing to do with me. As for Betty, she's young, but she's got brains. She plays both schemes and strategies remarkably well."

Berd remained composed, but inwardly, he gave Betty a silent thumbs-up.

Not only did she assert dominance over The White family, but she also used Mr. William's influence to get into custody-deliberately missing the surgery.

Now, even if Donald died, it had nothing to do with her.

After stirring up trouble, she knew Mr. William would bail her out immediately. The only thing he cared about was making sure she signed the divorce papers.

Every step was executed flawlessly, leaving no loopholes.

People always said Iris was a genius scholar.

But in Berd's eyes, this country girl, Betty, was far superior when it came to strategy.

Henry suddenly asked, "How skilled is Iris in the hacking field?"

Berd answered honestly, "One of the top in the country."

"Compared to ZERO, who is better?"

Berd barely hesitated. "ZERO is the absolute peak of the hacking world. If this person weren't so mysterious and elusive, Mr. William, you wouldn't have needed to collaborate with Miss White."

Henry gave him a side glance. "Yet, her award-winning project was breached in just one second after activation."

Berd, "......"

When Betty arrived at Zero Degree, the deafening music made her frown slightly.

A hand suddenly reached from behind, but before it could touch her shoulder, she grabbed the arm and nearly flipped the person over.

The attacker spoke urgently, "Betty, it's me!"

Turning around, she saw a strikingly handsome young man.

His features were so exquisitely beautiful that they blurred the line between masculinity and femininity. Clad in a light blue casual suit, he exuded a mix of roguish charm and elegance.

He rubbed his arm, which Betty had just gripped, and complained, "You're young, but damn, your strength is no joke. You nearly broke my arm."

Betty showed no remorse. "Sneaking up from behind deserves consequences, Alan. Don't tell me you just figured out my temperament today?"

Alan flashed a grin, revealing a row of white teeth. "It was just a joke. You're so petty."

A handsome male server passed by carrying a fruit platter. As he walked past Alan, he greeted him respectfully, "Boss."

But his eyes couldn't help but drift toward Betty.

Zero Degree was a well-known hotspot in New York City.

The staff here were all exceptionally attractive men and women, and even the owner himself was so handsome it felt almost criminal.

Yet, even in this crowd of beautiful people, Betty stood out like a rare gem.

Alan waved his hand at the server, signaling him to leave quickly.

Reluctantly, the man tore his gaze away from Betty and disappeared into the crowd with the fruit platter.

Alan draped an arm over Betty's shoulder and led her to his reserved seat. "Do you like the vibe of this place?"

"Aren't you supposed to be running a law firm?"

Alan whispered some instructions to the bartender before flashing Betty another grin. "The law firm is just my side hustle to make money. Running this nightclub is my real passion."

Betty was speechless.

Alan's reputation as a lawyer was legendary-known by everyone.

Any case he took on had a 100% success rate.

His law firm was thriving, yet he was shifting his focus to this noisy nightclub? His brain must have been fried.

Before long, the bartender placed two drinks in front of them-one was a blue cocktail, the other a warm glass of pure milk.

Alan pushed the milk toward Betty and clinked his glass against hers. "Come on, have a drink with me."

Betty looked at him in disdain. "You called me over just to drink milk?"

Alan scoffed. "You know exactly why I called you. How long have you been in New York City?"

"A year."

"If I hadn't heard about your arrest, were you planning to never contact me?"

Alan had countless friends, but only a few he truly cherished.

Betty, who once lived in a small northern town, was one of them.

A year ago, she had mysteriously disappeared from their circle.

Alan had asked everyone he could, but no one knew where she had gone-or even if she was still alive.

Then today, by sheer coincidence, Alan heard that Betty was not only in New York City but had also been detained.

As a lawyer, he rushed over to bail her out-only for Betty to send him away.

She simply left him with one sentence, There's no need. Someone will get me out soon. Don't waste your time.

That was just like the Betty he knew. She always meant what she said.

Betty downed the milk in one gulp. "A year ago, I ran into some trouble. I didn't want to drag my friends into it, so I went off the radar for a while."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Don't ask."

"You don't consider me a friend?"

"I do, which is exactly why I won't tell you."

Alan's face darkened. "Do you have any idea how many people went crazy looking for you this past year?"

Betty glanced at him. "Don't tell anyone I'm here."

Alan frowned. "If you wanted to stay hidden, why did you let The White family find you?"