Reborn From Oblivion

Scottie asked, "Ashley, why should I believe you?"

Nathalie hesitated for a moment. She clenched her teeth, furrowed her brow, and thought long and hard. Finally, with genuine sincerity, she said, "Scottie, all the money from Maple Company was Nathan's doing. Aren't you curious why he'd give me billions but risk everything for just a few hundred million?"

Scottie pondered this.

Nathalie pleaded again, "Scottie, you have to meet him. You'll see he's truly good at heart. If you can't help him, at least don't harm him. I'm begging you."

Scottie noticed the light in her eyes, like they were holding the entire universe. It made him really want to trust her.

"Ashley, I'll think about it."

In the prison yard, the soft morning light slipped through the high walls, lighting up the vast space. No. 13 looked at the sky beyond the barrier, feeling for the first time how clean and vividly blue it was.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Officer Baldwin quietly approach.

"No. 13, Scottie wants to see you."

No. 13's perfectly handsome face showed a flicker of surprise. He turned his head slowly.

Officer Baldwin added, "I know you don't want visitors. But Scottie said Ashley begged him to come."

No. 13 nodded silently.

Officer Baldwin guided No. 13 to the visiting window. Through the small pane, Scottie saw the infamous economic criminal. His first impression was unexpected; No. 13 looked so dignified, not at all like someone evil or purely innocent and grateful.

Scottie chuckled, "Seeing really is believing. Mr. Morris, you're neither the villain of rumors nor the saint some claim."

No. 13 couldn't help but smile, "Did Ashley convince you like that?" His smile was warm and indulgent.

Scottie stared, thinking this young man, with his pure, bright smile, must have a compassionate heart.

He said, "She made a dress for my wife, hand-embroidered with our wedding ring pattern. My wife loved it so much she insisted I repay the favor. Dinitially planned just a brief meeting, but she praised you so highly I had to see for myself."

A touch of affection appeared in No. 13's eyes. He sighed, "Why doesn't she take better care of herself?"

Then, lifting his determined face, he asked Scottie, "How do you want to verify?"

"The Rowland and McCoy families accused you of draining their accounts. Why plead guilty?"

"Because I did it," No. 13 replied, as if it was no big deal.

Scottie was puzzled, "Ashley told me the money from Maple Company was yours. With all that wealth why embezzle a few hundred million

from the big four families?

Nathan's face darkened, "Because I wanted to knock them off their thrones."

"What do you gain from that?"

"Scottie, as a top lawyer, shouldn't you be curious why I want to bring down the big four?"

Scottie's eyes widened, "Why?"noveldrama

"Find out for yourself."

No. 13 suddenly stood up, "Scottie, the end is the beginning."

With that, No. 13 rolled away without a backward glance.

Scottie

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loss. It was as if he had 13, yet somehow, as if he