67 Crushing Defea (2/2)
”Groundless accusation, your honor!”
The other lawyer calls out.
”That is to be seen. Please continue, Miss McBill.”
The Judge responses.
Allison nods and picks up the copy of Jurassic Park. It is the one that has been published and is currently in circulation even if its sale is on hold.
”In my hand is a copy of Jurassic Park published by my client. It is in fact an exact copy of the exhibit A, submitted by the plaintiff.”
Allison states and pick up the copy by Michael Crichton.
”I will use the Mr. Crichton's original version to demonstrate. If you please turn to page 1 first sentence and take note of the first bold word then page 3, take note of the first bold word…”
Allison directs the Judge as well as the Jury to collect each letter.
By the time they reached the tenth letter, everyone is already gasping.
All the letters are at the edge of the page, so if a person flips through the page very fast, they can read the entire sentence easily.
Michael Crichton stands up and nearly drops his book when he realizes the message.
He couldn't believe what had just happened. He snaps towards me and rushes to my table to give me a beating. He has been had, and it just overturns the entire case.
It is hilarious to see his face.
Whispers and murmurs erupt in the courtroom once they collect all the letter.
”Silence.”
The Judge hammers, bringing silent back to the room.
”So, what do you make of this Mr. Crichton?”
The Judge asks, looking at the man.
Some people in the courtroom did wonder why the Judge keep referring to Mr. Crichton instead of his lawyer, who is utterly loss for words.
That is because the Judge is in my pocket just in case. I did tell him to judge fairly since it is unnecessary, considering I have already tampering with the work.
Michael Crichton didn't even check his own work before submitting it in into evidence. He is so damn sure and full of himself, considering he is the one who had written the book.
Pride is one thing, but don't let pride turns you into an idiot.
”He did it! I don't know how, but he did it!”
Michael shouts. His lawyer rephrases his accusation into proper term for the Judge.
”Yeah, totally. I did it – somehow.”
I laugh, causing Allison to glare at me.
It is an admission of guilt, but meh.
It isn't like what I say is being recorded.
Oh wait –
I cough and continue.
”But it is not what you know, Mr. Crichton. It is what you can prove. So, please prove it. If you can't, I will sue you for stealing my work and false accusation. And are you completely sure that all of your previous works are yours?”
I produce a copy of the Andromeda Strain to prove a point.
It is a book that Michael published in 1969. It is also one of his earlier novels.
I flip through the pages before whistling loudly.
”This is the property of Henry Oxford. Please do not distribute it without my permission.”
That is the message hidden between the lines. I would have used my name like Jurassic Park, but sadly, I was a baby back in 1969 as according to my false identification and documents.
People would definitely question that part if I used my name.
Nobody would notice the hidden message unless they look a little bit closer. Actually, there are several hidden messages in each book for insurance. I didn't need to resort to them.
The simple message nearly causes Michael Crichton to spill out blood. His pride and confidence shatter in a fragile piece of glass.
He couldn't believe that I have tampered with all his works, making it seems that he has stolen them from others. More than that, he has stolen it from one of the most powerful man in America.
”So, can we sue him for everything, Miss Allison? I'm sure all his works are stolen from various people. He will be buried under a ton of legal proceedings.”
I pause before eyeing the man.
”And Mr. Oxford would really love to have a chat with him.”
Hearing the Oxford's name is like getting hit by a train.
”You bastard!”
The Judge hammers his gavel repeatedly, demanding order.
However, his request pale in comparison to a single sentence coming from the door.
”Is it really, Mr. Crichton? You should have taken the offer.”
Henry speaks up, calmly.
Everyone gasps.
His appearance in such a small civil case has blown the whole case wide-open. It is something I have planned for allowing him to see his oldest daughter again. He has been talking to her for the last couple of weeks. Her sentence is about to begin as soon as this case is over.
Michael nearly passes out at seeing Henry Oxford.
His lawyer also wants to get far away from here as possible.
I guess the case is over with the plaintiff being scared shitless.
Time to torture Marian Oxford.
Oh wait, I need to kidnap a few children before condemning her. I did promise to help my little mother with her bullying problem.
Hmmm…