The buffet organized by Burke Forsman was not distinctive, with a standard layout, a standard service, a standard dish, and a standard opening statement.

Everything is one-size-fits-all. Due to the fact that the eulogy of the funeral was forced by Brooklyn, many people have not eased up now.

After the funeral, many people returned to the hotel directly, or friends got together to act in private, and there were not many people attending the buffet, which was even more dull at this time.

Everyone silently held the plates, took the food, and then gathered together in twos and threes, eating silently.

It seems that attending a buffet is really just about filling your stomach. Brooklyn and Bob hid in a corner with a plate full of cakes and gobbled them up.

In the past few days, their food has only been burger + cola, a variety of local specialty burgers.

At this time, they were going to be hungry when they saw so many kinds of food. Brooklyn ate the cake on the plate and exchanged pleasantries from time to time with the people who came to talk to him—they had a crush on Brooklyn as the man who expressed his true feelings at the funeral, especially since John Manning had repeatedly hinted that he had chosen Brooklyn as his next successor.

All these factors combined to make them feel good about Brooklyn. Brooklyn greeted them politely, occasionally talking about the weather or anything else, and the topic was not too deep.

His gaze passed through the crowd, always following a chubby figure. The figure seemed a little lonely in the crowded buffet, but he didn't seem to realize it himself, he stopped in front of every serving, and he especially loved pastries.

As far as Brooklyn could see, he had already taken food eight times. After the eighth meal, he sipped the cream off the top with a fork in his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on the rest of the pastry that he had not tasted.

Then he looked down at his belly, where the buttons were taut as if they might snap at any moment.

He looked at his stomach, then at the caramel-scented cake, and finally closed his eyes, and with a muttering in his mouth, he moved in small steps.

Just as he picked up the tongs and was about to put a few cakes on himself and go back to enjoy them slowly, a sound sounded beside him.

"Hey, Mr. Heather Gerken?!" Brooklyn appeared in front of Heather Gerken and held out his hand in surprise.

"Why are you here?" Brooklyn blurted out, and then seemed to realize his faux pas, and hurriedly made up for it.

"I mean, you came to Professor John Manning's funeral, and it was so surprising that I didn't expect you to come back for the funeral." Heather Gerken was stunned, the fat on Fat Dudu's face trembled, and he had to put down his plate, his hands ready to wipe his pants, and when he was about to do so, he stopped again, took out his pocket towel and wiped it, and then shook hands with Brooklyn.

"You are?"

"Brooklyn Lee." Brooklyn smiled

“e.. A judge of Y. Heather Gerken hurriedly looked at his realization, and he greeted politely, even inviting Brooklyn to taste the caramel cake in front of him.

His crampedness, his enthusiasm, his love for sweets, there was not the slightest hint of pretense. His whole performance is even more invisible, this is actually the dean of Yale Law School!

This is the man whose status is the same as John Manning wanted to be! But he's too low-key. Yale people meet John Manning on the same occasion and recognize him in no more than three minutes.

It had been more than an hour since the buffet had begun, and no one had spoken to Heather Gerken except Brooklyn.

Brooklyn originally suspected that he was called by Burke or Anthony, so he made a tentative statement, but under Heather Gerken's seemingly honest and honest appearance, there was indeed a cunning and delicate heart.

He was not fooled, let alone showed the slightest flaw, and just right to get the topic over. He behaved as always, gluttonous, craving, honest, a little clumsy, and very relatable.

But Brooklyn didn't feel any of that from him. As early as when Brooklyn was rectifying Brenner, he had seen the dean's ability to hide needles and move thousands of pounds.

He wasn't going to underestimate this chubby, slightly clumsy fellow. Brooklyn gladly accepted Heather Gerken's suggestion, took two pieces of cake, and followed Heather Gerken to the corner to taste them.

"The last time I was in New York, I met an Indian who made maple syrup that was so delicious that I tasted it and bought all of it." Heather Gerken said as she ate

"This time in New York, I also want to buy maple sugar."

"Didn't find the Indian?" Brooklyn asked, acting as a heel. Heather Gerken shook his head.

"Found it, but in a different person."

"The man told me that it was his father who sold maple sugar last time, and that his father was dead, and that their brothers were dividing up the family property and making a big fuss."

"He asked me if I wanted to buy the maple grove and he could sell it to me cheaply." Brooklyn asked as he spoke, as he spoke

"You bought it?"

"No, there isn't." Heather Gerken shook his head

"I don't know how to make maple sugar."

"The only role of that maple grove for me is to provide maple sugar, and now that the person who can boil maple sugar is dead, it is useless to me." Heather Gerken ordered, sipped off the cake on the fork, closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, chewed gently, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

It took a long time for him to open his eyes and exclaim

"This one is really delicious!"

"I can be ranked 87th in my personal ranking!"

"87?" Brooklyn repeated.

"Yes." Heather Gerkendao

"I've eaten more than 100,000 caramel cakes and recorded their tastes, personal rankings, producers, and other information in detail." This guy seems to be studying food tasting as a serious subject...... Brooklyn asked

"This." He gestured to the remaining half of the cake on his plate

"Do you know who did it?"

"Yes." Heather Gerken nodded, and said as a matter of course

"The entire logistics team at the Manhattan Hotel is managed by a guy named Talma." He took another bite of the cake and said

"Talma is a student I once taught, and the lad works hard, but unfortunately ......," Brooklyn looked at Heather Gerken, who was once again in the midst of the happiness of food, and a sense of absurdity rose for no reason.

Heather Gerken, the dean of the Yale Law School, seemed to know everything about the funeral, while Harvard, as an adversary, was still immersed in grief, infighting, and calculating about each other.

"I have to go back and rest." While Brooklyn was thinking, Heather Gerken had already finished the last piece of cake, and he reluctantly put down his plate and patted Brooklyn on the shoulder to say goodbye.

"Thank you for your company, I had a great time today."

"You know me, Brooklyn, and come to Yale if you need to." With that, Heather Gerken waved his hand and turned to leave.

"I don't dare go!" Behind him, Brooklyn raised his voice slightly, and said to Heather Gerken

"I'm afraid I'll be shot 20 more times!" The shouting in Brooklyn here attracted the attention of several people around him. They recognized Brooklyn, but did not immediately get involved, but stood aside and silently observed the developments.

They don't know anything about what is going on, and though they have a good impression of Brooklyn, they don't get into any dispute with which they are completely unfamiliar.

Doing what you should do and not meddle in irrelevant things rashly is the basic quality of an adult. Because you have no idea what this irrelevant food will bring you.

In full view, Heather Gerken stopped. He turned around and returned to Brooklyn.

"I apologize to you." The fat on Heather Gerken's face trembled, which made his serious expression a little funny.

Brooklyn didn't find it funny in the slightest. The moment Heather Gerken stood in front of him, a wave of pressure rushed over him.

Obviously he looks so kind, obviously not tall, and he is obese, but Heather Gerken's aura is not weak at all.

Brooklyn didn't have time to investigate whether the aura was not aura. He finally left Heather Gerken behind, but he didn't use it to feel the aura of the big guys.

"Thanks, but no more." Brooklyn refused to accept the apology, appearing a bit rude.

"What you owe me, I will get it back personally. And not an apology. Heather Gerken looked a little helpless.

He sighed and said helplessly

"I'm just a dean who doesn't care about anything, and since you don't accept the apology, forget it."

"I don't care, you go to the person who owes you to collect the debt." With that, Heather Gerken waved his hand and turned to leave.

Brooklyn has managed to keep people behind and attract more and more people's attention, how can they just let people go so easily?

He relentlessly called out to Heather Gerken.

"Heather Gerken!" Brooklyn directly called out his name

"Brenner is already the second time this time." Among the surrounding onlookers, some felt that the name Heather Gerken was very familiar, but they couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"I can't control them." Heather Gerken turned his head and said with a blank

"I'm just the dean, and I'm just managing the students, and it's what's happening on campus."

"They've graduated, they've been away from campus for too long, I can't control them." He repeated 'I can't control them' twice.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Brooklyn kept strange feelings to herself.

"It seems that engaging in infighting is your traditional Yale art." Brooklyn shrugged and teased. This sounds harsh.

Not only to Yale's ear, but also to Harvard's ear. Yale may be in the midst of infighting, so infighting to the point that the dean's orders can't get out of the school, is Harvard any better?

Burke, Anthony, and Brooklyn are all on the verge of hitting the. When the people around heard this, they realized Heather Gerken's identity.

Heather Gerken spreads his hands.

"I'm old friends with John......" he said, looking around, people around him were whispering, and more and more people were gathering in this direction.

"Okay. I don't think I should be here. With that, Heather Gerken nodded in acknowledgment and turned to hurried away.

Although people are gone, the impact has not dissipated. People were pointing in the direction he had left, whispering to the clean plates he had left behind.

Some people wondered how the Yale people got in, and his friends guessed that they had received invitations.

As they spoke, their eyes focused on Brooklyn from time to time, then at the touch of a touch, immediately shifted, followed by a bits and bouts.

There is also speculation about the purpose of Heather Gerken's arrival. Harvard and Yale have always hated each other, and they naturally don't have a good opinion of Heather Gerken, especially when it was revealed that a Yale professor had bought a murder shot in Brooklyn, and all kinds of conspiracy theories were pressed against Heather Gerken.

They even suspected that Heather Gerken had come to plant the bomb and intend to inflict heavy damage on Harvard. There is also speculation that Heather Gerken is someone who 'lured the wolf into the house'.

As for who is this traitor who lured the wolf into the house, there are different opinions. But thanks to Brooklyn's consistent performances, there are fewer people who doubt him.

So the atmosphere of the buffet began to become more and more strange. Brooklyn finished the cake on his plate, greeted a few people he had just met, and got up to leave.

Back in the room, Brooklyn took off his coat, took out his breath, and took out his phone to call Mark Rice.

"When did Heather Gerken come?" When faced with choices, the fewer options a person has, the easier it is to expose his true nature.

The nature here refers to the true face of man, which is a side that he may not know himself.

For example, Brooklyn. As reality looms and options dwindle, many of the 'virtues' that Brooklyn had previously demonstrated have disappeared.

Polite, elegant, humble...... None of them. He becomes strong, selfish, domineering, hypocritical, and unquestionable.

Outside the cemetery, Brooklyn constantly pressures Mark Milley to cooperate with him, and Mark Milley chooses to cooperate after thinking about it.

Then Brooklyn directly used Mark Meelai as an intelligence source, unceremoniously and without concealment, and directly asked for information.

This was unthinkable before. If it were the previous one, Brooklyn would wrap the words, keep hinting and explicit, and the two sides would pull and pull, and finally the deal was reached.

Brooklyn will still owe Mark Mie a return. Not now. Now that Mark Mie has to provide more information, he will only take it for granted.

Maybe there will be some compensation later, but it was only for various purposes, and deep down he always insisted that it was a matter of course.

After being constantly stimulated, Brooklyn tore away all the exterior cover-ups and completely exposed his true side.

I'm afraid even his opponents don't know what kind of monster they are unleashing.

"I'm ......," Mark Millay had barely started to say when Brooklyn noticed that it had nothing to do with the problem, so he decisively interrupted

"When did he come? How did it come about? Have you been in contact with Burke Forsman or Anthony Kennedy, or anyone else? Is it only him who came, or is there anyone else? Brooklyn asked a lot of questions at once.

Mark Milai was silent for a moment, and his voice grew cold.

"Watch your attitude, Brooklyn." Brooklyn paused and mocked

"What attitude?"

"We are a partnership, I am not your subordinate!" Mark Millaine said.

"Partnership?" Brooklyn repeated, continuing to taunt

"Partnering in the corner?" Mark Mie came to be puzzled for a while

"When have I dug into your corner?"

"Brooklyn, I've helped you pro bono!"

"You've been investigating Ray." Brooklyn sneered

"Think I don't know?"