"Money has never been the protagonist causing problems!" Lynch leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands and resting them on his legs.
This statement brought a broad smile to the lawyer's face. Whether it was an illusion or not, his posture seemed less upright.
After sitting down, he took a small double-sided desk clock out of his bag and placed it on the table, then pressed a button, making the second hand on the clock move rapidly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Under the influence of wealth, a thirty-something-year-old, who attended college and successfully obtained a lawyer's qualification, someone seen as outstanding by many, bowed his head and bent his waist to a twenty-one-year-old young man, even using honorifics.
Lynch handed the lawyer the court notice and a sales agreement, and the lawyer quickly got to work.
