I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2093 - 1348: Dispute

Cynthia spoke in a composed and even voice, "So, you believe he'll strike back?"

"It's not just likely. It's guaranteed!"

Vera declared with conviction, "From the moment I encountered him, he has never uttered an empty threat. Every word he speaks turns into reality. Therefore!"

Vera abruptly halted and let out a wicked laugh.

"Regardless of whoever orchestrated that plane incident, they ought to, just like he warned, grab a calendar and consult it carefully prior to stepping outside."

Cynthia had clearly received the confirmation she sought, ending the call silently without another utterance.

One can only wonder if she actually sent them a calendar by post.

Vera noticed the line had gone dead but remained unfazed, well used to Cynthia's blunt ways by now. She removed her shades and gazed at the surging ocean waves, then reclined once more and stretched out languidly.

She could already feel that even more captivating events were on the verge of erupting.

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Shen Zhou.

River City, where nine provinces intersect.

Boss Jiang remained seated in the vehicle, utterly serene and collected, showing no signs of hostility.

He had once destroyed another person's aircraft as well.

In Myanmar.

No.

To be precise, he hadn't personally carried it out, yet he was undeniably linked to the event.

Thus, his current state of mind felt remarkably tranquil.

If you destroy someone else's property but forbid them from doing the same to yours, wouldn't that be utterly unfair?

Of course.

Comprehending the situation is separate.

Dealing with it properly still requires careful consideration.

Setting aside broader concerns, no woman would prefer a man who yields too readily.

Take Cynthia, for instance.

She favors a strong, unyielding type, not some feeble pushover.

Ahem.

Merely my own hunch.

The Maybach pulled up right at the Intermediate Court's entrance.

Indeed.

The courthouse.

The chauffeur hurried over to swing open the door.

Jiang Chen stepped out.

Stone steps ascended toward the grand national emblem, radiating solemn dignity beneath the sunlight.

His arrival wasn't spot-on; by the time Boss Jiang slipped quietly into the courtroom, proceedings were already underway.

He located a spot in the gallery and settled in silently.

At the plaintiff's bench.

He didn't know them.

They appeared as a middle-aged pair, endlessly dabbing at their tear-streaked faces in grief.

Next, his eyes shifted to the defendant's side.

Ah.

Those faces were all familiar ones.

Who occupied the defense lawyer's spot?

Hmm.

Fang, the brilliant attorney.

She addressed the judge with poise.

As for those on the defendant's bench.

Wu Yufei, Xie Wendong, Ouyang Qing... every one a former classmate from Sha City High.

During his previous trip to River City for land acquisition, he'd joined a school gathering and casually brought in several old friends to the project, offering startup funds to shift them from everyday workers in different fields into business owners, supplying goods to Jiangcheng Starfire Medical Center.

Hmm.

They had truly proven themselves capable.

Would average folks wind up facing trial like this?

The matter proved intricate; after tuning in for about thirty minutes, he grasped the essentials of what had transpired.

The plaintiff's aged mother had received a cancer diagnosis—pancreatic cancer, that dreaded ruler among malignancies. With no success from treatments elsewhere, Wu Yufei's drug firm suggested moving her to Xinghuo Medical Center for care.

The outcome...

It wasn't a case of failed therapy.

Instead, while under care at Xinghuo Medical Center, the old lady endured unbearable suffering from both the disease and the procedures, leading her to leap to her demise.

Consequently, the couple endured monetary ruin and the loss of a loved one, launching a suit against Wu Yufei and her associates, plus Xinghuo Medical Center, charging them with negligent risk, deceptive promotions, profit-driven schemes, and tricking patients along with their relatives.

This wasn't the initial hearing.

In truth, with a death occurring on their premises, irrespective of blame, for compassionate reasons, Xinghuo Medical Center had to shoulder partial accountability and cover some financial damages for the bereaved. The center didn't shy away, agreeing to provide a goodwill payout of 300,000.

Three hundred thousand isn't trivial. Folks leaping from hospital rooftops happens often; usually, they receive little more than funeral costs. By prioritizing humanity, Xinghuo Medical Center extended 300,000—well above typical norms—demonstrating genuine intent, but evidently, the deceased's son and his wife demanded more.

Courts handle medical conflicts with great care. Boss Jiang lingered for more than an hour post-arrival, yet the hearing concluded without agreement; the two sides' positions stayed irreconcilable.

"Jiang Chen?"

Once the session wrapped, Boss Jiang in the spectators' area caught notice.

Xie Wendong, once a grinder at the power utility, approached with a mix of thrill and unease.

Fang Qing from the counsel's desk shot a look his way while tidying her documents.

The trio of former classmates, including ex-discipline head Ouyang Qing, seemed steady enough, but Wu Yufei—the quiet girl from school days now turned striking woman—felt the deepest shame, as if she'd let down Jiang Chen's faith, her eyes fixed downward, avoiding his stare.

A courtroom hardly makes for a proper gathering spot, yet what sort of figure is Boss Jiang? How could such a thing rattle him? Flashing an easy grin, he remarked, "We're not beaten yet, so why the defeated vibes? Truth resides in the hearts of the masses."

"If I'd foreseen this, I never would've gotten involved."

Wu Yufei kept her gaze lowered.

"Why shoulder every bit of fault alone? The relatives learned of Xinghuo Medical Center's low fees and generous aid, pleading with us to arrange the transfer. At first, they'd planned to abandon care and leave the lady to pass away at home. As the cancer monarch, with today's medical limits, no facility can promise recovery; they ought to have braced themselves. Who imagined she'd take her life at Xinghuo Medical Center in under seven days, with kin nearby no less—how is that on us!"

The former discipline enforcer Ouyang Qing retained her fiery nature, intolerant of wrong, and from her posture, she seemed poised to switch to the accusers' side.

"They're nothing but extortionists, hurling baseless attacks and wrongful claims!"

Xie Wendong tugged at her sleeve.

"Let go. Jiang Chen, we must win this, not only for ourselves but for Xinghuo Medical Center too. I understand your plans, so don't allow these villains to tarnish you!"

Jiang Chen nodded with a grin, "Old discipline head, see, I've brought in Fang Qing—do you really think we'll falter? You may doubt me, but not her, right?"

Though from the same grade, Fang Qing hailed from a different class, but who among them didn't recognize her?

Particularly Wu Yufei.

She'd been the initial one to openly confess her schoolgirl affection for Jiang Chen.

Heaven knows how their reunion felt after so long.

"Tough."

Xie Wendong let out a heavy breath, appearing far from hopeful, "In health care clashes, the ill party's vulnerability draws pity faster, this affair has drawn widespread scrutiny, and with Xinghuo Medical Center newly opened in River City lacking a solid name yet, opinion leans heavily against us, the judges keep pressing for concessions to the kin and a deal..."

"Settlement's impossible; if we follow the court's suggestion, it's beyond cash—even without a formal loss, the public would pin it on Xinghuo Medical Center anyway, same as defeat. A health facility tarnished from the outset, right at launch, you know the fallout."

Fang Qing wrapped up her preparations and joined them.

"It's akin to that initial spark in romance."

Boss Jiang showed no lingering strain from his recent close call; he always carried on this way, shielding others from his own troubles. Right then, his gentle smile eased the heavy tension and strain the others had carried from the hearing.

"Once that debut leaves a stain, who'd ever want to connect again."

Fang Qing stayed quiet, clearly endorsing Boss Jiang's sharp analogy.

Observing Qing Mei in her sleek black suit, pale blouse, and crisp dark slacks, embodying the sharp legal professional, Jiang Chen's grin turned teasing.

"It's been ages since seeing you old schoolmates—come on, let me buy you dinner."

Dinner?

Besides Fang Qing, Wu Yufei and the rest reacted with surprise all at once.

Really sidetracking from the priorities here.