Sunlight filtered through the plane trees, casting dappled shadows on a park bench. Irene knelt on the cold ground, her school uniform half-torn, one shoulder exposed to the stinging wind. Three older girls formed a circle around her, their laughter shrill. "Take it off. Weren't you so proud earlier? You're not leaving until it's all gone." She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, fingers trembling as they fumbled with the second button. Then— The sound of high heels approached, crisp and steady, like the countdown to judgment. Everyone turned. A woman stood in the light, dressed in a sharp black sheath dress, briefcase in her left hand, right hand wrapped in blood-stained gauze—the wound from last night’s fight for her daughter. This was Kayla Miles. She’d won ninety-seven of the city’s most brutal divorce cases. The defendants never recovered. The media called her “The Legal Shark”—she never opened her mouth unless she intended to draw blood. Now, she slowly flashed her bar card. “I’m Kayla Miles, licensed attorney, and this young lady’s mother.” Her voice was calm, yet silenced the entire park. “You are currently committing public humiliation, violent coercion, and sexual shaming. I’ve recorded every word. Each step is enough to land you in juvenile detention for three years.” One of the bullies sneered, “Who the hell are you? Our parents aren’t scared of some lawyer!” Kayla smiled faintly and dialed a number. “Officer Gu, three minors are carrying out school bullying—Central Park South. Yes, calling from my private line… Oh, and please remind your chief, his son is on the list too.” She hung up, then added: “Oh, almost forgot—I’m married to Qin Zhendong.” The air froze. The girl who had spoken turned pale—her father was a project manager at Qin Corp, who’d only last week begged for a promotion. By the next day, police filed a case. On the third, parents came knocking with apologies. On the seventh, the trial went live, with Kayla herself serving as plaintiff’s counsel. In court, she played the recordings without haste, pulled surveillance footage, called in psychological experts. When the judge asked if the perpetrators pleaded guilty, one girl broke down: “We were just… joking…” “Joking?” Kayla rose, staring straight into the camera. “If it were your daughter stripping today—would you still be laughing?” That night, the internet exploded: #LegalSharkProtectsHerCub #TouchHerKidAndSheWillDestroyYou And Irene finally walked through school with her head up. No one dared look at her. Not until one day, when she found a file in her mother’s study—*Report on Juvenile Criminal Psychological Tracking*. On the first page, typed clearly: “This research began the day my daughter was first excluded.” It turned out she’d been preparing for this victory—for five long years. When her daughter is publicly humiliated at summer camp, cold-blooded lawyer Alice commits an unthinkable betrayal—turning on her own client. Hunted by corrupt elites, she uncovers a chain of murders and fabricated evidence, only to be stabbed in the back by her closest ally. In a justice system ruled by power, her fight for redemption could either save her daughter or destroy them both.