Marshall spoke slowly, "Now, I'm no longer shocked at the cases I hear. The darkness in people has no limit. It's all just human
nature. What could be scarier or worse than humans? We often insult people by saying they're vultures, snakes, pigs, or dogs,
but if those animals could speak, they would say that being human makes us worse.”
Kayla was stunned. It was then that the anger she felt for her friend dissipated.
Following that, Marshall asked more questions related to the case. Kayla was only inquiring on behalf of someone else, so she
wasn't clear about some details. With Marshall's consent, she passed his number to her friend. Finally, she asked, “Mr. Moore,
do you think my friend could win this case?”
“This person has copied the book title, characters, and story structure from the original text and claims it's only a rewrite. This
goes beyond conventional plagiarism—it's a clear case of copyright infringement. The next steps depend on your friend's goals.
Does she want a simple apology or pursue compensation for the damages?”
“The profit she earned is dirty money. Since she's so stubborn, arrogantly flaunting her actions online, it's time to take legal
action. Serve the subpoena directly to her residence and let all her family and friends see what kind of person she truly is! After a
successful lawsuit, the charitable causes.”
Marshall nodded. "Got it.”
Kayla watched as Marshall lowered his eyes and used his phone. His facial features were handsome under the restaurant lights.
He was her type. Unfortunately, his heart belonged to someone else.
After the dishes had arrived, Kayla asked again, "Mr. Moore, what was the thing you wanted my help with?”
Marshall put some food on her plate and said, “Why don't we eat and talk about that later.”
Feeling even more puzzled, Kayla found his sudden friendliness strange and a little intimidating. However, she didn't dwell on
such things and soon focused on her meal.
Marshall not only looked good but had good table manners.
While Kayla watched him eat, she suddenly thought of the Ragdoll she had at home. Basking in the sunlight on the balcony
rocking chair each day, the cat would gracefully descend after a nap, approaching anyone in sight. Emitting a soft meow, it had a
charming way of enticing anyone into preparing a meal.
The feline would delicately nibble at its meal, its dainty pink tongue licking the food. Its behavior exuded an air of grace and
refinement, ensuring its luscious fur remained clean.
Even in the company of Kayla’s energetic Husky, the cat retained its ability to savor its food with elegance.
Mark often said that the cat was more precious than humans.
As Kayla observed Marshall, she felt he was more precious than her cat.
Perhaps her gaze may have been too direct. Marshall finally looked at her and asked, “Is something wrong, Ms. Wilson?
Kayla shifted her gaze away. "No. You just look a lot like my cat at home when you eat.”
Marshall was taken aback. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and continued, "Ms. Wilson, do you have a boyfriend?
"Pfft— Cough, cough—"
Upon hearing that, Kayla started to choke on her water. Marshall handed her a tissue, and it took Kayla a while to suppress the
urge to cough.
Her throat felt dry, and her face was red from her coughing fit.