79 The New Manager Part 2 (2/2)

Allan Adams, Edward Doughty's financial advisor and his roommate at Harvard University, was his most trusted assistant and friend. He nodded. ”Don't worry. My plan is perfect. The financial situation of this club is worse than we estimated, but I still see great potential in it. You must do this in order to own the club yourself.”

Edward nodded to show that he understood. ”But…” He looked in the main gate's direction, shrugging his shoulder. ”I really like Tony. If he became our enemy in the end, that would be too unfortunate.”

Whose misfortune would it be? Forest's? His? Or Tony Twain's?

Tang En did not forget there was another thing for him to deal with while he was making a decision about his future. The media that had been camped outside his house had not left yet, and it seemed that they had planned to stay there even longer. Tang En felt like a guy going to meet a prostitute whenever he came and went form his house, like he was avoiding being seen by people.

Tang En really wanted to use Chinese to scold those idiot reporters who shouted, ”Readers have the right to know the truth!”

At least he was able to control himself. There was no reason anyway, because they would not understand Chinese. Besides, everything was so up in the air, he did not want to create more trouble.

Tang En hid himself at home that afternoon, searching for the lawyer Jack Landy's phone number. He needed to find out about the court summons that he might face.

”I told you, Mr. Twain, that you would be famous,” Landy laughed after listening to Twain describe the whole story. He did not seem too worried. ”I have already heard of your story from the newspapers. Although you insist that you did not, nor ever would kidnap a child, that means nothing in the eyes of the law. But the real problem is that the media is reporting that a professional football manager is suspected of kidnapping a girl. I've seen the photos and reports… Mr. Twain, have you received a court summons yet?”

”It's only been a day, how is that possible?” Tang En asked.

”So let me evaluate your current situation, Mr. Twain.”

Tang En suddenly interrupted Landy. ”Mr. Landy, have you started charging me already?”

Landy laughed. ”Not yet, Mr. Twain. This is a free consultation to thank you for allowing me to experience some dramatic moments in the FA Cup. So, back to the subject. If the relationship between you and the girl is as you have described, I think there is no need for you to worry. First of all, the girl's parents are the ones who must decide whether to prosecute you, and not her English auntie. Also, international prosecution is difficult. Even if they really want to prosecute you, they'll have to make their way to England. Honestly speaking, if the girl has nothing to say against you, then why would her parents come all the way here to prosecute you? When you returned the girl to her parents, she was healthy and happy, right? Am I making sense to you?”

”Yes,” Tang En replied.

”I think anyone in their right mind would not prosecute you. If it were not for you caring for her, who knows if they would have gotten their child back? But don't forget that, according to the law, your actions could be considered as kidnapping. However, if they do not intend to prosecute you, or if they do, but the court rejects the case, you will be considered innocent. Of course, if you do receive a court summons, do not worry. I will be your lawyer and plead your case. Additionally, Mr. Twain, I have a piece of advice for you.”

”Yes?”

”If the girl's family does not intend to prosecute you, you might consider prosecuting the media that has damaged your reputation. Actually, I have always hated The Sun. If this really happened, I will be more than pleased to be your lawyer. But not for free, of course.”

Tang En laughed out loud. His bad mood surrounding the ”prosecution” rumor was immediately gone. ”What a brilliant idea, Landy! Yes, I will definitely think about this plan.” He pulled back the curtain and looked at the reporters who still waited outside his house.

He had been struggling with all the media that was everywhere he went, but Landy's words cheered him up.

After he hung up the phone, Tang En looked at the Totoro soft toy that he had placed on his table. Actually, he was not fond of this kind of fluffy soft toy, but he kept it in his room. The cute Totoro did not at all match Tang En's masculine bachelor-pad.

He was not sure why he kept it. Maybe he just sat it there and forgot to take it out. Or maybe it was for other reasons?

Uncle Tony? Uncle Tony! Uncle Tony…

Tang En turned his head, but he could not hear anything.

That clear and melodious calling had gradually faded.