Revenge of the Betrayed Lawyer

In the banquet hall, my eyes landed on the woman kneeling on the marble floor. Dora Hill, my so-called "younger sister," the impostor who had occupied my family for over a decade—and in the end, conspired with my fiancé to cause my death. She wore a pristine white dress, her shoulders trembling as she sobbed, "Mr. Louis... forced me... I truly had no choice..." William Louis, the son of City D's wealthiest tycoon, who in his past life brought Dora to court but also unwittingly triggered my tragic downfall. Amid the crowd, the man clad in a dark gray suit with a commanding presence stirred. Sidney Ray, my former fiancé. In my past life, I was accused of "corporate espionage" and died in the prison because I wouldn't let him defend Dora; he branded me as "cold-blooded and ruthless." He parted the onlookers, knelt beside Dora, and offered her a white handkerchief: "Dora, don't be afraid. I've taken on this case—I will see that justice is served." After speaking, he abruptly raised his head, his gaze locking onto me with sharp precision. That look was unsettling. There was no hesitation as before, only scrutiny, with a barely concealed edge of probing. "Nita," he said, his voice low but carrying enough weight to hush the entire room instantly, "you're a lawyer too. Seeing someone suffer injustice yet standing here coldly watching— is that your professional ethics?" My heart tightened painfully. He had been reborn as well. In my past life, I would have rushed forward to argue, to expose the many flaws in Dora's statements, to plead with him not to destroy his own future. But now, I was just holding a glass of champagne, taking a gentle sip. No need. The debts of the past life must be settled in this one. I want to see how these two who pushed me into hell will suffer the consequences this time. Dora grabbed Sidney's wrist, tears brimming in her eyes: "Sidney, thank you... I knew you would help me." Her eyes flicked over me, with a faint, barely perceptible look of triumph. I tugged at the corner of my mouth and set the empty wine glass on a passing waiter's tray. The real show is only just beginning.