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?”

this portion of evidence that the prosecution had against her husband

Whitlaw, do you have any such recollection?” The prosecutor pressed the

he uttered a fearful,

“And what about…”

few minutes. My client’s doctors had advised that he’d be given a five-minute break after twenty minutes of

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 him an adjournment

letter back to a very hopeful Mr Clark and firmly declared, “Request denied,

hope in Mr Clark’s eyes shattered

as the old man said, “Need I teach you how 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

he

one final shot when his client was begging him through his eyes. “M-My Lord, m-my client isn’t exhibiting any such symptoms right now because…he took

took a deep breath to control his internal fury before looking at the minister and asked, “Do

pressed his eyes closed in dismay at the wrong answer

questioning.” Mr Clark had hoped that Whitlaw would

filled it with warm water before bringing it to Whitlaw. The minister got out the strip of tablets from his pocket, extracted a pill

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