You were on the verge of worry, you were being accused of a murder and you had no one to support you. Something that if you had was money, surely you would win the trial if the judge who touched you was Gallerian Marlon.

You entered his room with a mischievous smile, he noticed you and put his novel aside.

"It's you, I've seen that you have problems. If you're here it's because you want to win the lawsuit.. No?" He asked obviously.