The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

Chapter 195 One Hundred and Ninety-Five

The prosecutor proceeded to say, “Mr Whitlaw, I don’t know about her talent in jewellery design but her talent in keeping her business afloat despite the years of deficit proves to be extraordinary, even impossible, I must say.”

“A woman of multiple talents. She turns the impossible to the possible.”

“If that is so, why did you pour millions into her bank account every month as soon as her business was close to bankruptcy, which was…” she checked the figure and said, “…twelve years ago until your accounts were frozen last week?”

“I didn’t make such transactions.”

“Everything is in black and white. This document clearly states that the transactions were made from your bank account to hers, minister.”

“That doesn’t mean I made the transfer. You should check with my bankers.”

“We have, Mr Whitlaw. And what we found is that you used your thumbprint to verify each transaction before the funds were disbursed into Mrs Whitlaw’s account. Are you saying that someone may have stolen your thumbprint?”

“I’m simply saying that I have no recollection of such a transfer, prosecutor.”

“Do you have any recollection of Mrs Whitlaw promising you sexual intercourse over the phone after you’ve made each transfer?”

the prosecution had against her husband but it didn’t make it any easier to appear unperturbed when she was feeling embarrassed on the inside. Weren’t their phone calls

such

lips trembled before he uttered a

“And what about…”

said, “My Lord, I ask that the court adjourn for a few minutes. My client’s doctors had advised

sheet of paper to the judge. Judge Cook skimmed through it while the prosecutor scowled at the defense counsel. Pierre Whitlaw was praying to the Goddess, asking her to forgive him for any misdeeds he committed in the past and spare him by granting

letter

shattered

to read a simple recommendation letter, Mr Clark?! It says that your client only requires such breaks if he is suffering from blurring vision, nausea, cold sweat

he exhibiting

gave one final shot when his client was begging him through his eyes. “M-My Lord, m-my client isn’t

looking at the minister and asked, “Do you

Clark pressed his eyes closed in dismay at the wrong answer his client

here and we can continue with the questioning.” Mr Clark had hoped that Whitlaw would be smart enough to say that his medication was not with him

bringing it to Whitlaw. The minister got out the strip of tablets from his pocket, extracted a pill before putting it into

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