Chapter 288 A Ridiculous Story

I looked back at him, but there was no response.

Gradually, the heat in our bodies cooled down.

Mike sighed and moved his hand away from my body. He gently stroked my back through my clothes. I reached out and stroked his soft brown hair, enjoying the feeling of my fingertips.

“Let’s go back. Let’s go back and do it, okay?” I suggested.

Michael paused for a moment. He looked at my raised eyebrows and shook his head. “Joanna’s trial will be held in a moment. Don’t you want to see it?”

I lowered my head to prevent him from seeing my expression. “I’m not interested anymore.”

I believed Michael must have noticed my emotions. After all, he always knew everything. But he didn’t expose me, nor did he say anything. He gently touched my back with his fingers and released his wonderful scent.

I leaned on his chest and rubbed his chin with my hair.

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Michael lowered his head and kissed my neck. “My precious little wolf, believe me. I’ve promised you, so I’ll do it. ”

I raised my head in a daze, trying to understand. But Michael didn’t intend to explain. He just quietly waited for my answer, and I finally nodded. No matter Joanna’s final verdict, I should see the result with my own eyes.

When Michael and I returned to the court hall, we saw that the members of the committee and the judge were all seated in front.

Joanna was brought in a few minutes later, followed by her lawyer.

General Lovecraft also returned to the audience. Although his face was still expressionless, I could see a proud look in his eyes.

I knew without a doubt that General Lovecraft must have arranged everything behind the scenes. This was also why Joanna could say those words to me without fear.

I glanced at Michael, who was sitting at the side. He must have known but did not say a word to me. And I was sitting here only because I wanted to know who would win the game between Michael and General Lovecraft.

After the trial officially began, I discovered that every piece of evidence regarding Joanna had been mixed up.

In fact, other than my testimony, there was no other evidence that pointed to Joanna’s involvement in the she-wolves trafficking.

The criminals I saw at the place where I was kidnapped all said the same thing. They said that Joanna didn’t participate in their transactions. That day was the first and only time they saw Joanna.

As for my accusation that Joanna was working with the people who trafficked she-wolves, Joanna denied everything.

She admitted that she had kidnapped me out of jealousy and expressed her remorse.

At the same time, she used more words to emphasize that she had no intention of hurting me. She just wanted to find a place to talk to me, but she unexpectedly met the she-wolf criminals.

If you asked me, this was full of nonsense.

But the point was, I didn’t have enough evidence to overthrow this ridiculous story she told.

The most important thing was that Joanna displayed her superb acting skills in court. In tears, she described how I beat her up at the scene and how miserable she was after being locked up in prison.

She cleverly chose to spend most of her time confessing her sins and a small part of her time describing my cruelty to her. This made her look pitiful and worthy of forgiveness. Many of the jury members even shed tears at her statement.

Another reason was that she and her parents had a good reputation in the royal family. The jury was willing to believe that Joanna was naturally kind and that I was an outsider.

In the eyes of these high and mighty wealthy Lycans, I was just a lowly b*stard, a she-wolf. I only got to be here because I boarded Michael’s ship. Also, the fact that the Lycan King refused to let me be Michael’s consort had been spread in private.

They thought that if I really was Michael’s mate, then the Lycan King had no reason to refuse.

There must be something wrong with me since the King had made such a decision. I might even have tricked Michael.

I knew how stupid it was to care about their thoughts, but I couldn’t turn a blind eye to this prejudice.

However, at this moment, as I watched Joanna’s performance and the jury’s wavering tendency, I knew that the victory of this verdict was getting further and further away from me.

It would be very difficult for Joanna to be found guilty in this trial. She would be released as she had said, and then she would walk into the palace as a free person.

This was unfair. How could a person not be punished for doing such a wrong thing? Just because she had a good family background and was trustworthy?