Not long after Debbie had left, Erica received a call from Kelvin, her lawyer.

"Kelvin," she greeted, thinking that there had been some progress on the case.

"Can the trial begin?"

“No, not yet. Erica, there's been some problems with the case." Kelvin was baffled.

She furrowed her eyebrows.

“What? What's wrong?" “Someone's holding off the case. As of now, there's been no progress." If there weren't any leads, then the case couldn't be brought to court.

“What? Who did it?"

“I don't know. They had already set the time for the trial, but now, I was informed that the case was postponed," he said.

“Don't worry,

Erica. I will call Watkins and ask him for help."

“Let me do it." Erica was also anxious.

“Okay then."

After hanging up the phone, Erica called Watkins.

In a bedroom of a sophisticated neighborhood, a man and a woman were having wild sex. They were suddenly interrupted by the man's cellphone, which had been thrown aside before they started.

With her hair messy, the woman reached out to grab the phone. Once she looked at the caller ID, a trace of anger immediately flashed through her eyes. Biting her lower Lip, she handed the phone to the man on top of her.

“Answer your phone!"

Noticing Erica's name on the screen, he slowed down his moves and took a deep breath before he slid the answer button.

The phone was about to hang up when his voice finally came on the line.

“Hello, Erica."

“Are you busy now? It took you a while to pick up the call."

After a short silence, Watkins answered, “No, I'm not busy. I just didn't hear it ringing, that's all. What's up?"

Erica, who had always been careless, didn't notice anything unusual in his voice, so she went straight to the point.

“Here is the thing.

Kelvin just called and said that Phoebe's case isn't going well. Do you have any idea why?"

“I'LL make a few calls and ask what's going on. I'll call you back later."