The bodyguards proceeded to beat Leon black and blue.

Tessa had her arms crossed against her chest as she stood before Leon. Her eyes were cold as they glinted dangerously. “Did you send someone to push me into traffic earlier?”

Being a lawyer came with certain risks, and it wasn’t uncommon for lawyers to find themselves fending against resentful clients seeking revenge. In fact, Tom was a vivid example of that. Not long ago, Tom’s client had stabbed him, and Tom had ended up in the hospital for treatment.

Leon fell to his knees as he pleaded, “I’m sorry, Ms. Yates. Please have mercy on me. I won’t do it again.”

Tessa frowned as she demanded sharply, “I asked you a question. Did you hire someone to push me into oncoming traffic earlier?”

“What? Push you into oncoming traffic?” Leon was genuinely confused. “I didn’t hire that guy. This is my first time meeting you.”

It wasn’t him? Then, who was it?

Tessa’s frown deepened as she went through her list of suspects.

Could it be Wendy?

But Tessa quickly rejected that notion.

Wendy might be a two-faced snake who disliked her a great deal, but Wendy didn’t seem like someone who’d pull something so malicious. She wouldn’t go as far as to have Tessa murdered.

Who else could it be, then?

Tessa racked her mind a little longer.

Suddenly, a name came to mind-James Fullerton.

Stephen had told her everything about James and his ties to the Jacobsons. He had even warned her that James might target her as a means of revenge against him.

When she arrived at that conclusion, she regarded the battered man before her cooly. “Are you one of James’ underlings?”

Leon shook his head and blurted, “I don’t know who that is. Ms. Yates, please have mercy on me. I swear I won’t do this again. I’ll even compensate Lucas as soon as you let me go. Please just let me go!”

Tessa inquired coldly, “If you aren’t one of James’ men, why did you invite me here? Why did you have thugs ambush me? You’re just a tiny factory owner, so I know for a fact that you wouldn’t be so bold if you didn’t have someone backing you. Tell me who it is and I’ll let you leave.”

Leon couldn’t help but flinch.

His backer had influence in legitimate businesses and underground circles. Anyone with a shady background knew who he was and referred to him as, “boss”.

Honestly, the factory didn’t even belong to Leon, but to his boss. Leon was just a convenient scapegoat, a lega representative without any real power to his name.

He didn’t have the guts to betray his boss. In fact, just thinking about what would be done to him if he did was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat.

Leon gulped nervously and stammered, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I

just wanted to scare you because I found out you’re a woman.”

Tessa narrowed her eyes at him, weighing the truth behind his words.

Leon felt a chill run down his spine as she scrutinized him, fearing that she would order her bodyguards to beat him up again.

“Ms. Yates, I’ll grovel if I have to. Just please let me go!” Leon said with a near whimper.

Tessa curled her lips into a mirthless smile. “I don’t think a nameless factory owner like you would dare hire thugs to beat up the opposing lawyer in broad daylight without a backer. Since you’re being so stubborn, I’ll just have to call the cops.”

Leon breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn’t afraid of the cops. After all, his boss had people on the inside.

Stephen was in the Jacobson Corporation’s president’s office when he received a call from a bodyguard.

His expression immediately turned thunderous when he heard the bodyguard’s report.

Tessa had been in danger twice in one day and had nearly gotten into serious trouble.

A wave of fear washed over Stephen as he ended the call and grabbed his coat, preparing to leave.

Samson scampered after him, yelling, “Mr. Jacobson, where are you going? You have a meeting in ten minutes! Mr. Jacobson?”

Meanwhile, the housekeeper, Michelle Mercer, had prepared several of Tessa’s favorite dishes at Grandview Garden villa.