Chapter 62

Although Naomi primarily handled divorce, inheritance, and minor cases, she had built a valuable network through them. Ordinary people rarely navigate the legal complexities of divorce, so over the past year, she had cultivated extensive connections.

“Naomi, you’re remarkable. People typically visit real estate offices to buy a house, but here you are at the City Planning Department. Planning to buy a whole building?”

“Mr. Turner, if you have any good recommendations, I might just do that.”

Winston Turner, a middle-aged man, chuckled. “Come to my office, let's discuss some options.”

“Thank you, Mr. Turner.”

Naomi had helped Winston resolve a minor dispute, facilitating a private settlement rather than litigation; he admired her efficiency and intelligence.

Over half an hour later, Naomi left his office, having gathered useful information.

As Naomi hummed, preparing to leave the City Planning Department, someone called, “Naomi.”

She looked up, smiling at the familiar face.

“Henry, business too?”

Hands in his pockets, Henry Sabella nodded. “I’m dropping your divorce cases. Planning to help your dad?”

Naomi chuckled. “All thanks to your Sabella family. They nearly drove me to a career change.”

Unfazed, Henry took a step closer, whispering, “You’ve got guts, taking on Madelyn and the Sabella family.”

Naomi noticed his bespoke suit and striped tie. Tall and slender, he possessed an elegant, refined air—cultured, handsome, and with a pleasing smile.

“She was worth it,” Naomi remarked.

Henry gazed at her gently. “Taking out your dissatisfaction with Brendan on Madelyn?”

“She lacks the capability and qualifications,” Naomi retorted.

Seeing her response, Henry smiled and returned to the main topic. “Gathering information for your dad? How about you stay the night with me? I’ll ensure the Sabella Group withdraws from the South Glistenville competition. Satisfy me, and you’ll secure legal representation for the Sabella Group.”

Henry projected a harmless demeanor, always gentle and warm, but he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Before Naomi could respond, he whispered, “Brendan’s rarely home. Lonely in that empty house, right?”

Naomi looked at him. “Do you dare antagonize Brendan?”

“Absolutely! If he hadn’t acted fast, Madelyn would be calling you ‘sister-in-law’ by now.” His lips curled into a gentle, warm smile.

Naomi understood his intentions: a game, a competition with Brendan. He was self-serving.

She lightly tugged his tie. “Alright!” Tiptoeing closer, she whispered in his ear, “I hope you can satisfy me tonight.”

Henry put his hands on her waist. He produced a key and placed it in her hand. “I’ll be waiting.”

Naomi glanced at the key, then back at Henry. “Then… I’ll see you later.”

Henry adjusted his tie, his eagerness palpable.