13/10/2024
A shoutout to anyone who’s familiar with serving court claims in Cyprus and Dubai—I’m starting to doubt I’ll be able to find them at the addresses they’ve provided. If even the courts can’t locate them, I suspect I’ll have an equally tough time!
Well, folks, buckle up because the saga continues! Just when I thought my opponents couldn't get any more ridiculous, they've outdone themselves with a fresh batch of legal shenanigans that would make even the most seasoned circus clown blush.
Apparently, my relentless pursuit of justice and transparency has ruffled some feathers (or perhaps I should say, expensive silk robes). My dear opponents, those paragons of virtue and financial probity, have decided that the best way to counter my claims of wrongdoing is not by, you know, actually addressing them, but by launching a preemptive strike against my vocal cords.
Yes, you heard that right. They've filed a new lawsuit, the name of which shall not be uttered lest it summon a horde of ravenous lawyers, with the sole purpose of silencing yours truly. It seems my persistent questioning and inconvenient truths have become a bit too much for their delicate sensibilities. Who knew that asking for the money they owe me could be so offensive?
But wait, there's more! In a move that can only be described as a masterclass in legal gymnastics, they're now playing a game of hide-and-seek with the High Court. Apparently, they can't be served with court documents at the very same addresses they used to initiate arbitration against me. It's a logic puzzle worthy of a Nobel Prize in mental contortionism. Perhaps they've invested in invisibility cloaks or developed a sudden allergy to registered mail? The possibilities are endless, and equally absurd.
And the cherry on top of this legal sundae? They've somehow managed to file a counterclaim while simultaneously claiming they never received my original claim. It's like watching a magician pull a rabbit out of a hat, except the rabbit is a lawsuit and the hat is a bottomless pit of legal fees.
But fear not, dear readers, for I shall not be deterred! I will continue to fight for justice, even if it means navigating a legal labyrinth designed by a committee of Kafka, Monty Python, and the Three Stooges (or Musketeers and D'Artagnan?). I will expose their tactics, demand accountability, and ensure that the truth prevails, even if it's the last thing I do.
Stay tuned for the next thrilling installment of the 'Fintech' Court Chronicles, where we'll explore the exciting world of international service of process, the joys of self-representation, and the fine art of battling deep-pocketed opponents with nothing but a laptop and a healthy dose of sarcasm.
P.S. To the Court: Please accept my apologies for any unintended amusement this saga may cause. I assure you, I'm taking this very seriously. It's just that sometimes, the absurdity of the situation is too much to resist.
Welcome back, dear readers, to the Fintech Litigation Circus! Grab your popcorn, because the show is far from over. In fact, it's just getting started—again.