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?”

She was warned about this portion of evidence that the prosecution had against her husband but it didn’t make it any easier to appear unperturbed when she

any such recollection?”

before he

“And what about…”

My client’s doctors had

Cook skimmed through it while the prosecutor scowled at the defense counsel. Pierre

not the Moon Goddess. The judge handed the letter back to a very hopeful Mr Clark and firmly declared, “Request denied, Mr Clark. The prosecution may proceed with

in Mr Clark’s eyes shattered as

a simple recommendation letter, Mr Clark?! It says that your client only requires such breaks if

Is he exhibiting any

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 his

at the minister and

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

Whitlaw would be smart enough to say that his medication

Judge Cook started tapping his pen, the bailiff immediately dashed to the cooler in the courtroom, extracted a polystyrene cup and filled it with warm water before bringing it to Whitlaw. The minister got out

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