It Was William, Not Lewis

A man was trailing behind him, appearing to be his assistant, carrying a black briefcase in his hand. The two were brought in by the security guard. Evidently, this was the lawyer Valentina had mentioned. "Who is this?" Rory, who had managed to secure his current position, wasn't an ordinary person. He was well-rounded and could tell at a glance that the man wasn't just anyone. His routine in officialdom instinctively revealed itself, as he stretched out both his hands and casually strode towards Tim. "Tim from Golden Firm." Tim stretched his hand out and politely shook hands with Rory, saying, "I'm..." He glanced around the room, and as soon as his eyes met with Valentina, he confirmed her identity. "The appointed attorney for her." "Golden Firm? Tim?" Rory widened his eyes in surprise. How could he not be familiar with such a figure? Someone had once intentionally tripped him behind his back, causing him to fall into a public opinion storm. He had then spent money and relied on his c