Chapter 1011: Chapter 1011 Your Story_1 Chapter 1011: Chapter 1011 Your Story_1 Purple Sumrs quietly watched the man on the witness stand.
He was tall and well-built, with firm muscular lines on his arms, indicating a regular fitness routine, though his face remained impassive, revealing little.
“Is it him?” Marcel Jefferson asked in a low voice beside her.
Purple Sumrs replied indifferently, “We’ll know soon enough.”
The prosecution had only one goal in calling Dion Benson to testify, and that was to refute Jane McCain’s testimony. Since McCain had claid the story ca from soone else, they brought in a witness to prove it was McCain who had told the story herself.
“Mr. Dion Benson, please tell everyone what happened at the party.”
“At that ti, a fashion show had just ended, and we were drinking and eating at the party when soone suggested playing a ga where each person shares sothing explosive. That’s when Jane McCain told that story,” Dion Benson said.
Ian Conner asked, “Can you be more specific? About that story.”
Dion Benson glanced at the defendant, Jane McCain, and said, “It’s been too long, and I can’t rember the details. All I rember is she ntioned a male model nad Philly, that they had so conflicts, and then… she killed him.”
“Are you sure it was the defendant who told this story?” Ian Conner emphasized, pointing his finger at Jane McCain.
Dion Benson nodded, “I’m sure.”
Purple Sumrs stood up, “Mr. Dion Benson, can you repeat the story you heard back then in court now?”
“I’m afraid I can’t,” Dion Benson replied, “It’s been too long.”
Purple Sumrs smiled, “Yes, it’s been three to four years, yet you can still rember precisely that the story ca from the mouth of my client. It must be said that you have a very good mory.”
Without changing his expression, Dion Benson responded, “After all, it was a murder, so it left a deep impression.”
Indeed, it was explosive. Were you shocked when you first heard it?” Purple Sumrs asked him.
After a mont’s hesitation, Dion Benson nodded, “Yes.”
Purple Sumrs continued to question, “And then? Did you do anything? Like, call the police?”
Dion Benson furrowed his brow, “No.”
Purple Sumrs asked incredulously, “Why didn’t you call the police? You heard about a shocking murder and didn’t report it? Didn’t tell anyone? Did nothing?”
Feeling cornered, Dion Benson retorted, “I thought she was joking! We had been drinking, everyone was hyped up and bragging. I didn’t take it seriously!”
“So it was just a joke…” Purple Sumrs nodded as if enlightened, “So, a joke you didn’t take seriously, you rembered for a full three to four years! You forgot everything else from the party but clung to a joke from my client. Are you secretly in love with my client?”
Dion Benson’s face turned instantly ashen.
“Objection!” Ian Conner stood up angrily.
“My apologies, I take back my last statent,” Purple Sumrs said with a smiling gaze fixed on Dion Benson, and corrected herself, “You’re not secretly in love with her, you’re trying to fra her, aren’t you?”
“Objection! The defense lawyer is attacking the witness!” Ian Conner exclaid urgently.
“Your Honor, I am rely trying to demonstrate that this witness’s testimony is inconsistent,” Purple Sumrs said calmly, “I have the right to cross-examine any witness who accuses my client.”
The judge pondered for a mont, then said, “Objection overruled, the defense lawyer may continue the cross-examination.”
Ian Conner’s face showed disappointnt, and he sat down, resigned.
Purple Sumrs smiled and looked again at Dion Benson in the witness box, approaching slowly, step by step.
Her smile hinted at sothing elusive, her eyes bright and clear, like she saw prey caught in a trap, her gaze subtly gleaming with excitent.
“Mr. Dion Benson, I am quite fond of playing gas, and my mory is very good,” Purple Sumrs said, moving closer with laughter in her eyes, “You said that at the party, everyone shared sothing explosive. Jane McCain shared the story of murdering Philly, so what about you? Could you share your story with us?”
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