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    Her words resonated deeply with the fans present, many of whom wore expressions of admiration.


    The reporters quickly took note of the sharply dressed man standing beside Rosanna.


    “Miss Morgan, who is this gentleman?” one of them asked.


    Rosanna’s smile widened as she responded, “This is Mr. Carl Kelly, a renownedwyer from Drakmire’s Veritas Law Practice.”


    A reporter’s eyes widened in recognition. “Carl Kelly, the esteemed chiefwyer from Veritas Law Practice? His sess rate rivals that of Zenith Legal!”


    The crowd gasped in astonishment.


    “I’ve heard his fees are calcted by the minute — over one thousand dors a minute!” one reporter whispered.


    “Miss Morgan, you hired such a prestigiouswyer from Drakmire for your fans?” another reporter asked, disbelief evident in their voice.


    Rosanna’s expression shifted to one of thoughtful concern, perfectly timed for the moment. “Many of my fans are still in school. They simply wanted to defend the idol they adore, not realizing their onlinements could cross the line. They don’t fully understand the legal implications, so I believe they should be considered innocent. Since my fans have supported me so much, I can’t let them face this alone. That’s why I hired the bestwyer avable.”


    Her statement not only swayed her fans but also garnered admiration from many bystanders.


    Excited shouts erupted from some of Rosanna’s fans. “Rosanna, we’ll support you forever!”


    However, some level-headedizens began to raise questions. “Wait… can ignorance really excuse breaking thew? Isn’t she openly defending online harassment? What kind of logic is that? Can you really justify illegal behavior with ‘I didn’t know’?”


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    “Rosanna’s sense of right and wrong is seriously warped! How can she say such things?”


    As expected, opinions online became sharply divided.


    Rosanna nced at Maia across the room, a slight smirk curling on her lips.


    Was Zenith Legal really so impressive?


    To her, it didn’t seem all that remarkable.


    Seconds ticked away relentlessly, each moment heavier than thest. The air in the courtroom thickened with tension as the trial drew near, every breath held in anticipation.


    “Why isn’t Maia’s attorney here yet?”


    “Isn’t Zenith Legal renowned for their punctuality? What could possibly be dying them today?”


    “Perhaps Zenith Legal is having second thoughts about championing such a controversial case.”


    All eyes fixed on the intiff’s seat, expectant and judgmental.


    Maia leaned back in her chair, her gaze calm and indifferent. She retrieved her phone to contact her attorney, only to find the line unreachable.


    The consequences were clear: if herwyer failed to show up without a legitimate reason, the case could be dismissed.


    Maia looked up and spotted Rosanna among the spectators, her chin raised, watching her with a smug expression.


    Rosanna arched an eyebrow at Maia, her entire demeanor radiating contempt.


    Today, Rosanna had abandoned her adoring fans for a more satisfying form of entertainment—witnessing Maia’s public downfall.


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