Chapter 112: Just a Small Lawsuit

Amanda Vance never would have expected Samuel Ford to pay attention to this matter, let alone speak up for her. She stared at his message for a long time before finally backing out.

Just then, a message popped up in a WhatsApp group chat, immediately followed by a flood of others.

Amanda Vance glanced over and raised an eyebrow. ’So they really did send out lawyer’s letters,’ she thought.

The first message was about just that.

[Holy shit, I got a lawyer’s letter from the Ford Group. That guy yesterday really was Samuel Ford!]

[I got one too.]

[+1]

...

More and more people chimed in to say they had received one. The names were all familiar—the same ones she had just seen in the forum thread. Amanda rested her chin on her hand, casually scrolling through the screen while wondering why Samuel Ford was helping her.

’He must have found out about this because Shawn Ford told him that day.’

’As for why he’s helping me... it’s probably because of Mr. Ford.’

’Everyone says he’s aloof, cold-blooded, and ruthless. It seems you really can’t believe all the rumors.’

The number of people panicking in the group chat grew. So many had received the letters, and with the Ford Group’s official seal stamped clearly on the documents, they couldn’t possibly be fake. No one wasn’t scared at the thought of the Ford Group.

This time, they had really messed up.

[What do you guys think President Ford’s relationship with Amanda Vance is? Why is he helping her?]

[Could it be...?]

The person didn’t finish their sentence. Watching the screen, Amanda’s fingers paused.

Knowing them, it wasn’t hard for her to guess what they were implying.

Narrowing her eyes, Amanda slowly typed a few words and hit send.

[Amanda Vance: Lawyer’s letters sent.]

[...]

The very words "lawyer’s letter" made their scalps tingle with fear. And how was Amanda Vance even in this chat?!

Hadn’t she disappeared for many years?

She never appeared online, never said a word. Her status was always inactive. They had all assumed she’d stopped using the account long ago. They never imagined she’d suddenly start using it again—and catch them red-handed bad-mouthing her.

Although in their view, it wasn’t really bad-mouthing her—just stating the facts—it was still more than a little awkward to be caught by the woman herself.

But one person was still defiant and piped up, "Amanda Vance, you know better than anyone whether those things are true. What right do you have to sue us for defamation?"

As soon as they said that, others immediately chimed in to agree.

Amanda Vance wasn’t surprised. They had always been this way, believing only what they heard.

[Amanda Vance: It’s *because* I know the truth that I sent the lawyer’s letters.]

The implication was clear: they were, in fact, guilty of defamation.

Her single sentence instantly made those who’d received the letters see red.

They only thought Amanda Vance was incredibly shameless, which further convinced them their suspicions were correct: she had latched onto President Ford, and that’s why she was acting so brazen.

[Don’t get so cocky, Amanda! Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re sleeping with Samuel Ford!]

[Amanda Vance: Damaging my reputation and President Ford’s. I’ve added that to the complaint.]

The people on the other side of the screen were about to lose their minds, but they held back, not daring to curse at her anymore. Instead, they created a separate, private group chat to continue their tirade.

’Cowards,’ she thought. ’And here I was, thinking they actually had some backbone.’

Amanda Vance scoffed. She couldn’t be bothered with them anymore. After saving a backup of the chat log, she exited the group.

Just then, a message came in from Hayden Grant. He asked directly, "Megan, you found out, didn’t you?"

He wasn’t an Auden University student, but his older brother, Harrison Grant, was, so it wasn’t surprising that he knew about the situation.

She replied with a "Yeah," and Hayden Grant asked what she planned to do.

"Nothing much. I’ll just take the legal route."

’They all pride themselves on being respectable people. What could be more humiliating for them than this?’

’Hah. No, what right do they have to feel humiliated? Their defamation is a fact. The baseless crimes they pinned on me, however, were spun from their own vile gossip.’

’I’m the victim here, and I haven’t said a thing. What right do they have to cry injustice?’

Hayden Grant still felt it wasn’t satisfying enough. If it were up to him, he’d find those people and give them a good cussing out or even a beating to feel truly gratified. But he knew Amanda would never go for that, so he kept it to himself.

"So, do you need a lawyer? The ones at the Grant Group are pretty decent. A simple case like this would be a walk in the park for them."

Amanda chuckled. "No, it’s fine. Like you said, it’s a minor case. No need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. I happen to know a lawyer I can ask."

"Alright then. Call me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, thanks."

On the other end, a flicker of displeasure crossed Hayden Grant’s brow. He pursed his lips and sent a voice message, his tone full of playful grievance. "Megan, you don’t love me anymore. You’re being so formal with me. You even said ’thanks.’"

Ignoring his antics, Amanda exited the chat, found a contact in her address book, and sent off a message.

She had just sent it when the other person replied instantly.

"I’m here. What do you need from me?"

Amanda sent him the relevant information and explained what she wanted. Her request wasn’t unreasonable—she just wanted to sue them for defamation. They simply needed to pay the price for their actions.

"Okay, got it. I’ll handle it."

After that, he said no more.

Amanda was long used to his style, so she didn’t mind.

She tossed her phone onto her laptop, grabbed her pajamas, and headed into the bathroom.

The phone’s screen hadn’t gone dark yet. At the top, a name shone brightly—Joshua Sawyer.

The founder of Aethelburg’s top law firm, and the city’s veritable number-one lawyer.

Clear-thinking and eloquent, he had never lost a single case since starting his career—a stone-faced lawyer feared by all who encountered him.

At that moment, the lights were still on in an office at the city’s top law firm. Another partner walked in, stretching. "Joshua, not clocking out yet?"

Joshua Sawyer, who wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, pushed them up his nose. His back was ramrod straight, his tie perfectly knotted. He glanced up at the question and shook his head. "Just got a new case. I’ll head home when I’m finished."

"A new case?" His partner asked curiously, leaning over to take a look. When he saw the details on the screen, he stared at Joshua in shock. "This is it?"

It was a defamation case with rock-solid evidence—practically zero difficulty. Even a run-of-the-mill rookie lawyer, fresh in the field, could secure a win. Did a case like this really require the city’s top lawyer?

"There’s no such thing as a big or small case," Joshua Sawyer said evenly.

"Okay, okay, you win." The partner raised his hands in mock surrender. He knew better than to argue.

But he had a point. Any case that harmed a client’s rights and interests was a major issue. There really shouldn’t be a distinction between big or small.

"Well, I won’t bother you anymore. You get back to it."

"Mm."

But then, remembering something, he asked quizzically, "Joshua, how do you know Amanda Vance?"

He had also attended Auden University, so the name Amanda Vance rang a bell. Besides, after the big scene yesterday, it was hard not to recognize the name.

But Joshua Sawyer hadn’t gone to Auden. One was the young master of the Sawyer family, and the other was a woman of ill repute. Setting aside the truth of the rumors, her reputation certainly wasn’t great. How could those two possibly know each other?

Joshua Sawyer’s gaze faltered for a split second. "We met by chance," he said casually.