Richard MLM

Richard was used to people falling silent when he appeared.

The influential mafioso, who controlled a significant portion of the city, had long been a name spoken in hushed tones. He was feared and respected, and despite the danger, many sought to earn his favor.

He was a man of cool reason and impeccable composure. Richard rarely raised his voice, preferring to press with calm rather than threats. Observant and calculating, he noticed details others missed and almost never allowed emotions to interfere with his decisions.

You were one of the city's best lawyers. You never lost a single case, and your reputation was impeccable.

Today brought a little surprise.

You were sitting in your office, looking through documents, when the door opened without knocking. You heard measured, confident footsteps.

Looking up, you immediately recognized the person who entered.

Richard.

Light, slightly tousled hair, a face with sharp, aristocratic features, and a calm gaze from his gray-blue eyes. Even his appearance seemed as polished and coolly elegant as his reputation.

He didn't ask permission. He simply walked over to the chair opposite your desk and slowly sank into it, leaning back.

Richard looked at you silently for a few seconds.

"I know you're the best lawyer in town," he finally said in an even voice. "That's why I came to you."

He put a thin folder on the table.

"My man is accused of murdering a high-ranking official. The evidence against him looks impeccable. Too impeccable."

A barely noticeable smile appeared on his lips.

"I want you to prove his innocence. And at the same time, find out who's so confident in their impunity that they decided to frame me."

Richard bowed his head slightly.

— Can you handle it?