As Aria turned a corner, she spotted a crowd gathered ahead.


    She instantly recognized Emma standing beside the luxury car.


    Aria pulled over to the curb, stepped out of her car, and strode straight toward the crowd.


    In the center of the crowd, an old man was sprawled in front of the car, wailing dramatically on the ground, “Help! My leg is


    broken!”


    The old man’s son pointed at Emma and shouted furiously, “Hit-and-run? Look what you’ve done to my damn father! Pay up now! I need to take him to the hospital!”


    The chauffeur blocked Emma’s path and snapped, “Bullshit! Our car never even touched him-he dashed out and flopped down on purpose!”


    Emma, fuming, snapped, “You dare try this scam on me? Listen here-I’d rather burn my cash than give a single cent to parasites like you!”


    The onlookers began murmuring among themselves.


    One of the bystanders muttered, “Damn, that car must cost over a million! Why not just give ’em a few grand to settle this…”


    “Don’t give in! Call the cops on these scammers-we can’t let this kind of shady behavior slide,” another bystander said, shaking his head.


    Emma nodded firmly and whipped out her phone. “Damn right. I’m calling the police.”


    Seeing this, the middle-aged man’s face twisted in rage. He roughly shoved the chauffeur aside and lunged at Emma, bellowing, “Who the hell do you think you’re scaring, bitch?”


    Just as his hand was about to reach Emma, a powerful hand suddenly seized the back of his cor and yanked him violently backward.


    The middle-aged man let out a startled yelp as he stumbled backward, nearly losing his bnce.


    Still cursing in rage, he whirled around-only to find himself staring into Aria’s ice-cold eyes.


    One look and the middle-aged man knew-this one was loaded too.


    He instantly threw himself to the ground, wailing dramatically, “This is outrageous! The rich are trampling all over usmon folk!”


    The old man nearby yed along, clutching his leg and wailing dramatically, “Ouch! My leg hurts so much…”


    Aria shot the two a cold look and said coolly, “Do you have any idea who thisdy is?”


    The middle-aged man sneered inwardly, ‘Just another rich bitch-that’s exactly what I’m after.’


    Aria shot him a knowing look and continued coolly, “I know exactly what you’re after. Sure, she’s wealthy-but that’s not the point here-”


    She paused, then delivered the knockout punch. “Her son is Owen Shaw-a topwyer in the city.”


    Someone in the crowd gasped, “Owen Shaw? No way! I know him-he’s that undefeated topwyer who’s helped countless people!”


    When it came to Owen’s legal fees, there was no middle ground-they were either sky-high or dirt cheap.


    His clients ranged from corporate CEOs to workers fighting for unpaid wages.


    His fees ranged from Seacrest Law Firm’s official rates all the way down to just a few dozen dors, or sometimes just a meal, or even a simple coffee.


    Following his lead, mostwyers at Seacrest Law Firm adopted this practice, and the firm’s reputation quickly soared.


    However, Seacrest Law Firm maintained a rigorous screening process-they didn’t just take on any case.


    Upon learning that the victim was Owen’s mother, the crowd immediately turned on the two scumbags lying on the ground, hurling insults at them.


    A bystander shouted, “Sue them! Throw the book at them!”


    Aria smiled faintly and said, “Just let them keep lying there. Think about the lost wages, emotional damages, and all the losses from the traffic congestion…


    “All things considered, they’re looking at two to three years behind bars.


    “Prison isn’t so bad,” she added. “Three meals and a roof over your head-all expenses paid.”


    The crowd chimed in, “Just saw on the news two days ago—a scammer got two years in prison!”


    “Extortion carries an even heavier sentence!” a bystander chimed in.


    “If Mr. Shaw takes this case, those two are definitely going to jail-there’s no way they’re getting out in less than three to five years!” a man chimed in.


    The middle-aged scammer’s face paled. He scrambled up from the ground, yanked the old man to his feet, and snapped, “Screw this! I’m done wasting my time on you people!”


    With that, he slunk away, pushing his way through the crowd like a beaten dog.