Chapter 5 Is Your Sex Life Harmonious?
Rachel returned to the Stargaze Gallery just before noon. She didn't even have time for lunch before heading straight to her office and logging onto the Golden Feather Pen Works website.
The owner of the pen was Rowan Blair, a well-known socialite and influencer.
But over three months ago, she was found dead at home with a stab wound to her abdomen. The news was everywhere. Two months later, the police caught the killer.
It was Rowan's boyfriend, Asher Holden.
Asher was a notorious playboy in Dawnlight City. Their relationship was less of a romance and more of a sugar baby arrangement.
The evidence against him was solid, and the case was quickly closed and handed over to the court.
Benjamin was now his defense attorney.
The preliminary hearing for the case was scheduled for next week.
Benjamin desperately needed this piece of evidence to challenge the existing chain of evidence, suggesting there might have been a third person at the scene.
Just as Rachel was about to leave her office, her phone chimed with a message: [Benjamin is at Dawnlight Penitentiary right now. No need to rush. Head to Azure Sky Law Firm at 4 PM.]
Her previously restless heart miraculously calmed down upon reading the message.
She stared at the text, her thoughts wandering.
The person who sent the message knew everything and could even predict the future.
It was quite unbelievable.
At 4 PM, after giving some instructions to Carol about work, Rachel headed to Azure Sky Law Firm.
The receptionist from the morning greeted her again.
Recognizing her, the receptionist assumed Rachel had made up her mind and smiled, "Hello, we actually have many excellent lawyers at our firm."
Rachel smiled back, "Thanks, but I'd still like to see Mr. Wright. Is he in the office now?"
The receptionist looked troubled, "Mr. Wright is out on a field assignment. His schedule is really packed, so he can't see you."
As she spoke, her voice paused, and her gaze shifted towards the entrance, calling out, "Mr. Wright."
Rachel instinctively followed her line of sight.
A tall, well-built figure came into view, dressed in a gray-blue suit. He had a well-proportioned body, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and sharply defined features. He was extraordinarily handsome.
Benjamin looked even more striking than his photos online, but he also seemed a bit difficult to approach.
As he walked towards them, there was an undeniable aura of intimidation.
Benjamin nodded slightly, his cold gaze briefly sweeping over Rachel's face before he looked away and continued on his path.
Rachel snapped out of it and quickly called out, "Mr. Wright."
Benjamin stopped and turned to face her, his eyes indifferent and devoid of any emotion.
The receptionist was about to explain, but Rachel had already walked over and stopped about two feet away from him.
Her bright, clear eyes met his as she said, "I have something for you, Mr. Wright. It's about Rowan."
Her voice was soft but loud enough for him to hear.
Benjamin's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint appearing in them. His voice was low and cool, with a hint of authority, "Who are you to her?"
Rachel replied honestly, "I didn't know her, but I stumbled upon this item and thought it might help you."
Benjamin scrutinized her, trying to gauge her sincerity. After a few seconds, he decided this wasn't the best place for such a conversation.
"Follow me," he said coolly.
Rachel smiled and politely nodded to the receptionist before following Benjamin into the elevator.
The firm had five floors, and Benjamin's office was on the top floor.
At the door of his office, Rachel saw a nameplate that read: [Benjamin Wright, Chief Attorney's Office.]
As they entered, Benjamin tersely said, "Take a seat."
The office was spacious, bright, and decorated in cool tones, exuding an air of sophistication and precision.
Rachel didn't spend much time looking around. She sat down, and a moment later, an assistant brought in coffee.
She took a sip, savoring the rich aroma, while Benjamin unbuttoned his suit jacket and casually placed his long fingers on his leg, sitting to her right.
He looked at her directly, his voice low, "What's your name?"
"Rachel Davis."
After that, she set down the coffee cup and took the pen out of her bag.
"This is a limited edition Valentine's Day pen from Golden Feather Pen Works, released this year. I bought it from a pawnshop this morning."
Benjamin glanced at it, his expression unreadable, waiting for her to continue.
"When I checked the Golden Feather Pen Works website, it showed that this pen belonged to Rowan, purchased on Valentine's Day, February 14th, this year." Rachel continued, "The pawnshop owner said he received it about half a month ago and didn't sign a purchase contract."
Benjamin's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something. He took a tissue to examine the pen closely, then looked up at Rachel.
His voice was a bit colder, "If this is evidence related to a murder case, why didn't you give it to the police, Ms. Davis?"
"The case has already been closed and handed over to the court." Rachel smiled slowly, "Besides, consider this a gesture of goodwill. I have a divorce case I'd like Mr. Wright to handle."
Benjamin's fingers lightly brushed the pen as his gaze shifted from the pen to her face.
Their eyes met, and the large office fell silent.
Rachel didn't flinch, calmly meeting his gaze.
After a moment of contemplation, Benjamin set the pen down, "Why do you want a divorce?"
"My husband cheated."
Benjamin wasn't surprised. He adjusted his posture, the sharpness from earlier replaced by a more relaxed demeanor as he leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, "Do you have any kids?"
"No."
Over the past two years, Heather had hinted several times that they should hurry up and have a child, regardless of gender.
Steven's older brothers both had children but kept their distance from Heather, so she was eager to have a grandchild.
But Rachel wasn't in a hurry. Besides, after her mother passed away in a car accident last year, she had taken over running the Stargaze Gallery and didn't have the energy to think about it.
In hindsight, it was fortunate they didn't have kids. Otherwise, the divorce would have been even more painful for them.
"How long have you been married?"
"Three years."
"How's your relationship generally?" Benjamin asked, "Is your sex life satisfying?"