Generally speaking, cases in Formal Court were sometimes postponed, but they were very rarely moved up! Bob's case had originally been scheduled for the fourth day of next week, but it had now been moved to the fifth day of this week—the day after tomorrow.
Hobart had originally wanted to find a few witnesses, but now he had no time at all! Something was wrong! Hobart immediately realized that something was very wrong with this.
Just then, the Law Firm receptionist came into the office. "Hobart Lawyer, someone is here to see you."
"Oh." Hobart came back to his senses, put away the official letter, and headed to the reception room while considering how to respond.
A properly dressed butler stood in the reception room. He smiled and said, "Mr. Hobart, my owner, Mr. Arnold, insists that you attend a dinner this evening. This is the invitation."
Looking at the butler, Hobart suddenly understood. He smiled. "All right, I'll definitely be there."
The butler gave a slight bow and politely took his leave.
Hobart tossed the invitation onto his desk, then glanced at the official letter again. This was a demonstration! Sitting on the chair with his arms folded, he began considering how to deal with it.
More than ten minutes later, he suddenly sprang from his chair, put on his trench coat, picked up his Briefcase and cane, and hurried out of the Law Firm.
The moment he left, Hobart noticed that two men were following him almost openly.
This was a demonstration too.
Hobart smiled and shook her head. If it had been during the Common Era, if these people had threatened his family and his personal safety, he might have compromised humiliatingly.
But now, compromise his ass. If they pushed him too far, he would simply storm