CHAPTER 5: CHAPTER 5: IS YOUR SEX LIFE HARMONIOUS?

Returning to the art museum, it was already nearing noon, and Sienna Monroe didn’t even have time for lunch before entering the office and immediately opening the Starrism website.

The owner of this pen was named Esther Sherwood, a socialite and internet celebrity.

However, more than three months ago, she died from a stab wound to the abdomen at home, with news overwhelming everywhere, and two months ago, the police caught the "murderer."

It was precisely Esther Sherwood’s boyfriend, Harrison Hayes.

Harrison Hayes was a notorious playboy in The Capital Circle, and instead of saying they were in a relationship, it was more accurate to say Esther Sherwood was his kept pet.

The evidence chain for this case was complete, and after he was caught, it didn’t take long to settle the case, which was handed over to the prosecutor’s office and court.

Sebastian Prescott is now his defense lawyer.

Next week, the initial hearing for this case will be held.

Sebastian Prescott indeed needs this powerful evidence to prove that the evidence chain is problematic, and that there could very well have been a third party at the scene at that time.

Sienna Monroe had just thought about getting up and going out when a text message notification sounded on her phone: [Sebastian Prescott is at Imperial City Penitentiary at this moment, no need to rush to find him, go to Aethel Law Firm at four in the afternoon.]

Her previously anxious and agitated heart astonishingly calmed down upon seeing the content of this message.

She gazed at the text in a daze, her thoughts somewhat scattered.

The person who sent the message not only knew everything but could also predict the future.

Pretty incredible.

At four in the afternoon, after explaining a few work-related matters to Nora Joyce, she picked up her bag and car keys and left the museum, driving once more to Aethel Law Firm.

The receptionist was still the same one from the morning.

The receptionist remembered her, assuming she had already made up her mind, smiling and saying, "Hello, our firm actually has many excellent..."

Sienna Monroe chuckled, "Thank you, but I still want to see Lawyer Prescott. May I ask if he is at the firm now?"

The receptionist was troubled, "Lawyer Prescott went out on business, his schedule is really full, there’s no way..."

As she spoke, her voice paused, her gaze shifting to the entrance, calling out, "Leo Prescott."

Sienna Monroe instinctively followed her gaze.

In view was a tall, upright figure in a gray-blue suit, well-proportioned, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a pair of deep and somber phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and sharply defined facial features, extraordinarily handsome.

Like a pure and lonely snow lotus on an icy mountain cliff.

Noble and elegant, yet untouchable.

This lawyer actually looked more handsome than the photo on the encyclopedia, but why did he also seem... somewhat difficult to deal with?

Even as he approached, there was a... oppressive feeling of "strangers keep out."

The man nodded slightly, his cold gaze glanced over her face without pause, withdrawing before leaving directly.

Sienna Monroe came to her senses and quickly called out, "Lawyer Prescott."

Sebastian Prescott halted, turning to look at her, his gaze mild, devoid of any emotion.

The receptionist saw this, initially wanting to offer a few words of explanation, but before she could speak, Sienna had already walked toward Sebastian Prescott, stopping half a meter away.

Her bright and clear eyes looking at him, her crimson lips slightly parted, "I have something I’d like to give Lawyer Prescott; it’s about Esther Sherwood."

Her voice wasn’t loud, but enough for him to hear.

Sebastian Prescott’s eyes flashed sharply, his voice low and cold, with a hint of aggression in its magnetism, "Who are you to her?"

Sienna Monroe replied honestly, "I don’t know her, but I came upon this by chance, thinking it might help Lawyer Prescott."

Sebastian Prescott scrutinized her beautiful yet highly aggressive face, assessing the truth in her words, pausing for a few seconds, knowing this wasn’t the place for a conversation.

He said indifferently, "Follow me upstairs."

Sienna Monroe smiled, politely nodded a thank you to the receptionist, and then followed Sebastian Prescott into the elevator.

The firm was divided into five floors, with Sebastian Prescott’s office clearly located at the top floor.

At the door to his office, Sienna Monroe saw the name plate inscribed with "Sebastian Prescott" and underneath, "Chief Lawyer Office."

Walking through the door, Sebastian Prescott succinctly said, "Take a seat."

The office was spacious and bright, with a cold color scheme, grand yet precise.

Sienna Monroe didn’t spend much time observing, withdrawing her gaze to sit down, as an assistant brought in tea.

She had just placed it to her lips for a taste when the rich aroma of tea spread in her mouth, catching sight of Sebastian Prescott unbuttoning his suit jacket with one hand, his long fingers resting casually on his leg, sitting to her right.

Looking directly at her, his voice deep, "How should I address you?"

"Sienna Monroe, the Sienna of the philosopher and the Monroe of the melody," she replied.

Sienna Monroe didn’t waste words, introduced herself, and put down the teacup, cutting to the chase as she took the pen from her bag.

"This is Starrism’s Valentine’s Day limited edition pen this year, which I bought back from a pawn shop this morning."

Sebastian Prescott gazed at the pen with an unfathomable expression, giving away no emotions, silently waiting for her to continue.

"When I checked on Starrism’s website, it showed that the owner of this pen was Esther Sherwood, purchased on the Valentine’s Day of February 14th this year." Sienna Monroe continued, "The shop owner said he received the pen half a month ago without an acquisition contract."

Upon hearing this, Sebastian Prescott’s gaze flickered, seemingly recalling something, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, picking up the pen with a tissue, and slowly raising his eyes to look at the composed woman before him.

His voice grew colder, "Given it’s evidence related to a murder case, why didn’t Miss Morgan hand it over to the police?"

"This case has already been concluded and handed over to the court." Sienna Monroe smiled slowly, "Of course, consider this a stepping stone; I have a divorce case I’d like Lawyer Prescott to handle."

Sebastian Prescott pressed his thumb, lightly rubbing, shifting his gaze from the pen to her face.

Four eyes met, the vast office was deadly silent.

Sienna Monroe did not dodge, quietly meeting his gaze.

Sebastian Prescott pondered for a moment, putting down the pen, "Why do you want a divorce?"

"Infidelity from the husband."

Sebastian Prescott was unsurprised; he changed his posture, the fierce look from his earlier contemplation gone, now reclining against the back of his chair, legs crossed, "Do you have children?"

"No."

Over the past two years, his mother June Ewing had explicitly stated several times to hurry up and have a child, regardless of whether it was a boy or girl.

Caleb Sinclair’s older and younger brothers both had children yet showed much hostility towards June Ewing, which fueled her eagerness to have her own grandchild.

But Sienna Monroe wasn’t in a rush; moreover, after her mother passed away in an accident last year, she inherited and managed Serena Art Museum, leaving no energy to have children.

Thinking about it now, thankfully there weren’t any children; otherwise, with them divorced, the ones suffering would be the children.

"How long have you been married?"

"Three years."

"How’s your relationship usually?" Sebastian Prescott asked, "Is your sex life harmonious?"