Suits: A Lawyer Surviving TV Chaos

As Martin had predicted, at 7 a.m. on Saturday, when Leonard got up to get a drink, he found a young man claiming to be "Reed Parker" sitting at the dining table having breakfast.

Martin, who had also gotten up early to exercise wasn't too surprised when he passed by. He even greeted the man warmly: "Good morning, buddy!"

He was friendly in a way that was completely uncharacteristic of New Yorkers, who were usually cold and indifferent.

When Martin returned from his workout, Reed Parker was already performing in front of Penny, who was wearing pajamas.

"The world is so unfair! Why did I have to suffer such a cruel fate as a child? I was expelled from the military base in New Guinea. I thought the therapist at the Hawaii base would save me , but... oh! That's a memory I can't even bear to recall. It was then that I could only rely on marijuana to numb my nerves."

Leonard watched in disbelief.

Penny looked sympathetic and compassionate.

Martin didn't think this guy's operatic aria was as professional as his own!

Sheldon quietly sneaked behind the guy: "You're just a middle child, ignored by your parents—that's why you became addicted to drugs. Please stick strictly to the character profile I created for you!"

In American common understanding, middle children in families are often more rebellious and insecure, using outrageous behavior to attract their parents' attention.

The guy now called Reed Parker turned around and whispered, "Come on, are you sure we're following *General Psychology*?"

Sheldon peeked while whispering, "Note that all of this is based on solid research. Professor Bourbon even conducted a thirty-year observational study with strict double-blind control group data!"

After some whispered back-and-forth, Reed Parker quickly turned around, shrinking into a small figure: "I know running away from rehab disappointed you, but I really couldn't stand the cold wooden beds and prison-like windows there..."

Well, the negotiation failed.

However, although this guy didn't follow Sheldon's script, the kind-hearted Penny still fell for it. She even let him lean on her shoulder—wearing only a tank top—while watching TV.

Seeing the guy secretly flash a "score!" expression, Leonard almost lost it!

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Another Monday arrived. Martin drove his Porsche to the office building where the law firm was located, just as Harvey Specter stepped out of his stretched luxury Lincoln.

Unlike Martin, who drove himself, Harvey believed lawyers needed to think constantly, and driving themselves was simply a waste of time. So, he paid to rent a luxury car for his daily commute.

Though expensive, it was indeed very convenient.

"Tough Monday, huh?" As the junior in the firm, Martin chose to break the ice first.

Harvey rarely showed a hint of a smile: "If you look at it from the perspective of income, this is the most valuable day of the week."

"Working on a big case?" Martin picked up on a clue.

After showing their ID badges and entering the building, the two stopped in front of the elevator: "Someone wants to acquire Wyatt's communication patent."

Martin tilted his head: "Looks like you'll soon be able to buy that Tesla."

Many people didn't know that before Tesla made electric cars, they produced many niche handmade sports cars.

Like Richard Mille watches—though young, they had quite the prestige!

Harvey shrugged indifferently: "Honestly, I want to thank you for enlightening my somewhat dumb assistant. He didn't even realize Louis Litt was bluffing him."

"I remember you hired him because he was smart enough."

The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped inside, only to find themselves surrounded by a circle of scheming female white-collar workers.

The male white-collar workers who had been waiting for the elevator earlier didn't even manage to squeeze in.

There was no helping it—Harvey was handsome enough, and Martin wasn't far behind. Standing together, they could easily captivate females aged sixteen to fifty.

Sixteen and under didn't count—they were minors, which would be illegal!

The two exchanged glances and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

On the eighteenth floor, Martin and Harvey parted ways, heading to their respective offices. However, halfway there, Martin bumped into Max Black, who was delivering cakes.

"Hey!" Martin was pleasantly surprised. "I must say, I'm glad to see you here."

"One hundred fifty cakes are already set up in the pantry!" Max was cheerful. "You're the first man who's made me reduce my sleep time without getting into bed!"

"My pleasure." Martin looked around. "Is Caroline still refusing to show up in Manhattan?"

"Obviously," Max said with a helpless gesture.

Martin couldn't do much about it, so he changed the subject: "How does the first day of delivery feel?"

Max made an exhausted expression: "You know, I only slept three hours this morning. Later, I still have to work as a nanny. Hopefully, I won't accidentally add the cannabis I use to stay awake into the formula milk of the two kids..."

"Do you need help?" Martin frowned, feeling that her current state wasn't great.

Max shook her head: "Don't worry. I've already quit the noon shift. After taking care of the kids, I'll go back to sleep... It's just that the oven is a bit small now. Maybe in two months, we'll have enough money to buy a new one."

Oven?

Martin had a sudden idea.

"Maybe I know what Thanksgiving gift to give you," Martin said with a smile. "Why don't you hold on until noon today and at least let the workers install the new oven for you? Otherwise, I don't think you two girls will be able to handle it."

"Are you kidding me!" Max exclaimed loudly in the law firm corridor. "No! Martin! You can't do this—I can't afford a gift equivalent to the price of a new oven right now!"

Martin waved it off nonchalantly: "How about in return you ensure me a clean and hygienic midnight meal at Williamsburg Restaurant . After all, you're the only person in that restaurant who can make Oleg wash his hands and deodorize."

"Damn it! Am I finally going to become corrupt for money?"

Max joked, shaking her head repeatedly: "Martin, we're friends—you don't have to do this."

"We're friends, but also business partners. Remember, I'm your legal advisor."

Martin patiently persuaded her: "Listen, a brand-new cake-baking set in exchange for one percent of Max's Homemade Delicious Cupcakes business. These shares and their profits will be put into a charity fund called Hope. How does that sound?"

Max still refused Martin's kindness, rejecting it repeatedly.

Martin chuckled and shook his head: "Do you know Facebook? I remember Li Han is into it—he even tagged me in twenty-five photos last time, which made me feel a bit... awkward."

Though Facebook in 2007 hadn't yet expanded to the level of the top social platform it would become in his previous life, it had gradually gained popularity in North America. Many young people and college students used it as their first choice for self-expression and hookup attempts.

For example, Howard, who kept failing but never gave up.

"Of course, I haven't even graduated high school yet!" Max boasted naturally about her education.

"Okay! You're young!" Martin waved his hand and explained patiently: "Facebook's founder is my client. I encouraged him to start Facebook back in the day. He also has one percent of his shares in a charity fund, just like the terms I'm offering you."

Max became even more excited, her voice rising three octaves higher than before: "What? You're actually a shareholder of Facebook?"

She then tightly gripped Martin's hand: "Can you make Beyoncé and Britney add me as a friend?"

"That might be a bit difficult. Even Zuckerberg doesn't actively participate in establishing user friendships."

Martin pretended to struggle as he explained.

After a lot of commotion, Max finally accepted the fact that her roommate's running buddy was a big shot.

"This isn't charity—it's an upfront investment and treatment my clients deserve. And if you have a new oven, you can sleep an extra hour every morning, right?"

Martin finally managed to persuade Max to accept his kindness after much persuasion.

"Okay! But I'll choose the oven myself. After all, looking at your flashy appearance, I don't know what kind of oven would suit me best."

Martin smiled: "Everything is up to you. As an investor, I'll only handle signing the checks."

(End of Chapter)