However, Lake had no idea whether he was a sanctimonious hypocrite, but this superhero was definitely a lawyer.
The next day, in the Midtown Manhattan courthouse.
Wearing sunglasses, Lake showed his credentials and walked into a courtroom where a trial was already in progress.
The case being tried here was simple.
It was nothing more than a streetwalker accusing a man of forcing himself on her.
Lake had no particular prejudice against streetwalkers. In fact, if his financial situation had allowed it back then, he had even considered finding himself a temporary girlfriend to get through his emotional dry spell.
But...
His finances had not allowed it at the time.
Now?
Lake still occasionally had that thought, but clearly, he dared guarantee that if he actually did it, his women would instantly tear the house apart.
After all, women found it very difficult to understand one saying.
That was: homegrown flowers were not as fragrant as wildflowers.
To men, what they could not obtain was always the best—even to a lofty male god.
Of course.
Lake had no prejudice against streetwalkers. That did not mean other people had none, especially in cases like this. The jury would sympathize with the victim, but a streetwalker was absolutely not among those who earned their sympathy.
This time was no exception.
After the closing arguments, Lake watched Matt Murdock, wearing sunglasses and holding a white cane, a Columbia University law graduate, address the jury: "Fairness is the last thing my client can seek, so I hope that here, you will grant my client fairness before fairness comes knocking on its own."
But...
Those words were no different from saying nothing. After half an hour of deliberation, the jurors returned. The case was clear-cut: the defendant, who came from Manhattan's upper class unlike the