Chapter 701: Chapter 701 Where Did the Money Go_1
Sister Katherine took the stand again, vaguely sensing a change in the situation, her anxiety greater than before.
Purple Summers asked her, “Witness, according to Charlotte Bishop, on July 30th, Lindsay Carpenter provided Leon Brown with full services including an Additional Flight Service. Is this true?”
“Ah… yes, that is correct.” Sister Katherine nodded.
“Can you tell everyone the prices for the full service and the Additional Flight Service?” Purple Summers asked.
Sister Katherine said, “The standard price for the full service is 180, and the Additional Flight Service is double that price.”
After answering, she glanced around, fearing Purple Summers would find a fault, and quickly added, “This is just the list price, customers usually give tips, and we don’t take a cut of the tip, it all goes to the girls. Like Mr. Leon Brown, he plays big, always leaves a lot of tip. Lindsay Carpenter made thousands that day, you can check her bank account for that!”
Purple Summers smiled slightly and asked Sister Katherine, “Do you think that as long as Lindsay Carpenter accepted the money, it doesn’t count as rape?”
“Isn’t that so?” Sister Katherine responded, “If money was given on one hand and services were willingly sold on the other, it would be really unprofessional to go back on it after the transaction! I had advised Lindsay Carpenter before, she didn’t listen, said her illness got worse, the treatment funds she had prepared weren’t enough, and so she had to target Mr. Leon Brown!”
In her testimony, Sister Katherine went to great lengths to portray Lindsay Carpenter as a greedy, insatiable and scheming sex worker, causing the jury to show disgust upon hearing this.
Sister Katherine felt she had scored a point and was quite pleased with herself.
Purple Summers remained unmoved.
“Is that so,” Purple Summers asked lightly, “then why did Charlotte Bishop, who provided services alongside Lindsay Carpenter that day, have only 80 credited to her bank account that day?”
This time, Marcel Jefferson played her assistant, distributing the pre-printed bank statements to the judge and the jury one by one.
One copy was handed to Sister Katherine.
The 80 credit was conspicuously marked in red.
Looking at the sheet in front of her, Sister Katherine was completely baffled.
She hadn’t expected Purple Summers to have checked Charlotte Bishop’s bank statement! The lie about Charlotte Bishop accompanying Lindsay Carpenter was a last-minute strategy they had come up with, without enough time to cover their tracks!
“Can’t answer?” Purple Summers looked at her expressionlessly, “The 180 for the full service, the doubled price for the Additional Flight Service, plus Mr. Leon Brown’s generous tips, where did it all go?”
“That, that…” Sister Katherine stammered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Purple Summers coldly watched her, “Witness, did Charlotte Bishop really accompany Lindsay Carpenter on July 30th?”
“…Of course!” Sister Katherine, in turmoil, struggled to concoct a reason, “Charlotte Bishop’s money just hasn’t been credited yet, that’s right, it hasn’t been credited… We need to process it through the official accounts, sometimes the payment comes later, it happens often.”
“What about the 80 then?” Purple Summers asked, “Why wasn’t that payment delayed?”
“That was last week’s debt.” Sister Katherine blurted out, “Charlotte Bishop had a customer from last week and just happened to settle the payment on the 30th!”
Purple Summers looked at her with a half-smile, “Are you sure?”
“Of course! I arrange where the girls go to do business; I’m very certain,” Sister Katherine claimed assertively, “Ah, that customer, always delaying payment, but we can’t afford to offend, right? Every time we just let him delay. Miss Lawyer, you’re not going to ask me who the customer is, are you?”
Sister Katherine chuckled twice, continuing, “I’m so sorry, but I really can’t say. There are rules in this business to follow; customer information is privacy, can’t go spilling that!”
Having said that, she proudly adjusted the hair by her temples, eyes gleaming with smugness.
Purple Summers smiled lightly and placed a piece of paper in front of her.
The paper was the evidence previously presented by Mr. Johnson, noting the star rankings of the service women and their menstrual cycles.
“The week before July 30th just happened to be Charlotte Bishop’s menstrual cycle, how could she serve customers?” Purple Summers questioned.