Chapter 61 Just a Greeting

Dragging his suitcase, Andy walked straight ahead.

“Hello, Mr. Saville.”

Blair stepped forward on purpose, cutting him off and giving a polite greeting.

Andy had already seen her. He stopped walking. His pale lips parted slightly. A delicate, almost fragile voice slipped out.

“Mrs. Jenson. You need anything?”

It didn’t sound like a man’s voice. It was soft and kind of in-between—neither fully manly nor fully feminine. If it weren’t for Andy’s slightly masculine look, anyone could’ve thought he was a woman.

And yet, that voice had a strange, magnetic power—as if it could crawl under your skin and settle in your chest. People couldn’t help listening, like Andy was a supernatural vampire, whispering and drawing you in until you couldn’t get away. That was why people joked that Andy’s perfect record in court wasn’t just skill–it was because he was too damn beautiful, charming judges, jurors, even other lawyers.

As a top attorney, Andy had, of course, already studied the Jensons’ entire history before taking Tilda’s case. The VIP exit was still ahead, and Blair had done everything she could to intercept him here. Andy had habits. He never brought assistants on flights, not even bodyguards. His staff always arrived early to wait in Slosa. According to him, flights felt suffocating, and he’d have no freedom. And when he was in a bad mood, he didn’t want to hear a word about work. He just wanted to relax alone, drown in music, and rest. With an assistant hovering, that would’ve been impossible. So Blair found him alone. That made her job easy.

“Seems like you already know who I am, so I’ll skip the small talk. Let’s find a place to sit. I want to talk terms. I’d like you to drop Tilda’s case.”

She laid her cards on the table right away.

“Heh…”

Andy’s green eyes shimmered with amusement, as if he’d just found a very interesting toy. Blair’s stomach twisted with unease.

“A woman of your status should’ve done your homework on me. After all, you even knew my flight, my arrival time and planned to stop me here. And yet, you try to bribe me? Honestly, I’m insulted.”

Blair bit her tongue to stay calm. She expected this. She knew he would be hard to move. He wasn’t just anyone–he was the most famous attorney in the country, admired by many. But Blair wasn’t unprepared. She had rehearsed every word.

“Of course, I know your reputation, Mr. Saville. Honestly, Tilda is my daughter—the Jensons’ blood, lost for 19 years. This is a family matter, a misunderstanding, and I’m very sorry it got this far. In the end, it’s just family conflict. It doesn’t need to go to court so we’d be laughed at by outsiders. As long as you name your price, whatever the Jensons can give, we will. And that’s not bragging—our influence goes across Slosa, the country, even the world. Even someone like you must have problems you can’t fix alone. Say the word, and maybe the Jensons can help.”

Blair really was the expert at negotiating at Jenson Group back in the day. Before Andy came, she had already prepared what she would say. Thinking carefully, it was perfect. First, she made it clear that Tilda was one of the Jensons. Then, she said this was just a family argument, a small thing that didn’t require legal procedures. Then she used the power of the Jensons and basically gave Andy a blank check. She was pulling out all the stops.

But Andy simply smiled. His gaze didn’t stay on Blair. He lifted a hand and waved behind her.

“Tilda!”

The sound of her name froze Blair in place.

Tilda sneered, “I was just wondering why Russell and Howard came for me at the university earlier, and you weren’t around. Turns out, you ran here to cut off my lawyer. Were you trying to bribe him? Well, lucky me. Looks like I just found another piece of excellent evidence.”

Blair spun around. And there was Tilda, phone in hand, recording a video. Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

“Tilda! Y–you’ve misunderstood. I only came to greet Mr. Saville!”

Panic surged in Blair’s chest. If Tilda showed that recording to a judge and jury, the Jensons’ case would fall apart.

But Tilda calmly slid her phone away, whistled, and smirked. “Oh, just a greeting, huh? Andy, is that what this is?”

“Yeah,” Andy said smoothly. “Mrs. Jenson just gave me something very valuable.”

He stepped past Blair, came to Tilda’s side, and casually wrapped an arm around her waist.

“It seems Mrs. Jenson has no idea how dangerous the person she’s messing with really is.”