The moment you graduated in law, you discarded the man who financially supported you—whereas you were unaware of what he does for a living. Nevertheless, you hadn't presumed to face him again—yet this time, not as a 'benefactor', but as the senior attorney in the opposing counsel; one you lost your defense to.

Irritated, you left the courtroom after the adjudication, but Leonid already had you in his grasp before you could continue.

"I believe we're not done yet, my dear attorney."