?<strong>Chapter 543:</strong>


    Elyse nibbled on blueberries and then asked, her voice taking on a sharp, cold edge. “Excuse me? Who do you think you are? Your father caused a fatal car crash, and now you want me to find you a defensewyer? Have you lost it?”


    Mabel responded with a dismissive shrug, “I looked into the ident. The victim was an elderly woman, already on death’s door after numerous medical interventions. She wasnguishing in the hospital, waiting to die.


    My father merely hastened her end, freeing her from her misery. If anything, she should be grateful, not have him imprisoned.”


    Despite being braced for Mabel’s absurd justifications, Elyse’s anger red uncontrobly.


    “Lanny Lloyd is a monster. Are you aspiring to be one too? How can you be so cruel?”


    Noticing Elyse’s rising fury, Mabel’s excitement peaked, her tone turning haughty.


    “Oh, so you don’t want to help find awyer for my father.


    You just want to see him behind bars, right? Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that’s not going to happen.”


    Elyse scoffed, “A life for a life. Are you nning to break him out of jail?”


    “Stay out of it!” Mabel snapped back, her voice harsh. “Just so you know, your ns will fail. I’ll walk my dad out of there legally, and we’ll go home together.”


    With a frown, Elyse asked, “What do you n to do?”


    Mabel replied with a hint of smugness, “You’ll see. Just remember, I’m not going to let you win.”


    “Oh, what a drag!” Elyse’s expression darkened as she ended their conversation.


    She had never nned topete against Mabel, especially not in this so-called “battle” where Dorothy’s life was involved.


    The call from Mabel left Elyse feeling disgusted and ruined her appetite. She set down her spoon and leaned back against the cushion, resolving to discuss it with Morganter.


    Before she could call Morgan, however, the police station called to inform her that Lanny had been dered not guilty and released.


    Confused, Elyse pressed, “Why was Lanny Lloyd released? He was the one who hit the olddy in the car ident, and there was clear evidence, right?”


    The police exined, “His family submitted a medical report proving he has a mental illness. Additionally, someone posted his bail. Therefore, he was found not guilty, and his case has been postponed.”


    “A mental illness?” Elyse confirmed it in disbelief before she finally hung up the phone.


    Remembering Mabel’s haughty call from earlier that morning, Elyse couldn’t help but snort dismissively. “No surprise there. She was too bold. Clearly, she had been ready for anything.”


    Inside the car, Lanny sat deeply appreciative of thewyer who had secured his release. “Mr. kely, you’re practically a miracle worker to me now. Thank you for your help. I’m at your service,” he dered with earnest gratitude.


    Harley kely, thewyer, simply smiled and swirled the wine in his goblet, choosing not to respond.


    Feeling embarrassed, Mabel pulled at the hem of Lanny’s shirt and murmured, “Dad, there’s no need to debase yourself. He’s just a friend of a friend. You don’t owe him anything.”


    “Quiet! You don’t understand a thing.” Lanny was involved in a fatal car ident that took Dorothy’s life. Ordinarily, a medical report iming mental instability wouldn’t be enough to free him so easily.


    Yet, he was out of detention within a day. Clearly, Harley had used more than just the report to arrange his release.


    Lanny was certain Harley had employed additionalworks and resources to secure his release.


    While Lanny often felt like a failure, he had a keen eye for influential figures and knew how to align himself with them.


    From just one look, he knew there was something special about Harley and made the decision to stick by him. “Mr. kely, you’ve kept me out of prison. How can I thank you enough? Just say the word. I’m at your service.”


    Over a sip of wine, Harley inquired, “You’ll meet any demand?”


    Lanny, beaming eagerly, responded as soon as he understood Harley had a specific request in mind. “Absolutely! Whatever you need, consider it done.”


    Harley gave Mabel a significant look.


    Mabel looked puzzled.


    Quick to catch on, Lanny narrowed his eyes and proposed cautiously, “If that’s what you need, Mr. kely, perhaps we might think bigger.”


    With a casual tone, Harley asked, “What are you suggesting?”


    Lanny asked with uncertainty, “Is there a chance we could talk about a million dors?”


    Finding the suggestion amusing, Harleyughed and replied, “Just one million? One million for three days. I’ll bring her back to you in three days.”


    “Deal!” Lanny agreed without hesitation.


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