The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 137

Chapter 137: Threatening the Attorney General

The moment Justin ended the call with Daniel, lie swiftly dialed the office of a prestigious law firm he invested in. If he needed to mobilize legal aid as efficiently as the Mafia, they were the ones to call.

After a couple rings, an associate picked up. "Louis & Associates, how may I assist you?"

"Linda, it's Justin. I need you to assemble a team of your best. We have a situation," Justin instructed.

"Right away, sir. May I have some details on the matter so I can brief the team properly?" Linda asked.

"Family matters. It is an extraction. Agents are coming for Daniel's wife. If you can't extract her, you must not let be moved alone." Justin said.

"illegal warrants?" Linda asked.

"Very likely. They want her alone. No matter the means, don't let them take her," Justin ordered.

Linda's input on the other end indicated she understood the coded language. "I'll have Peter, Jessica, and the rest of the team ready to mobilize immediately." "Alright!"

"Understood, sir. If we can't get to her, how far should we go?" Linda asked.

"There is no limit," Justin said.

Chapratening the Attorney General

Attorney General Marcus Russo strode down the marble-floored hallway of the Justice Department, his polished shoes echoing across the room. It had been a long day of meetings. and political gatherings, and all he wanted now was a stiff drink and the solitude of his office.

As he approached the heavy oak door with his name and title boldly written on it, he loosened his tie slightly.

and Marcus pushed the door open, his eyes immediately drawn to the leather armchair facing his desk. It wasn't

in grainy surveillance photos and hushed briefings. Ray

on the doorknob. His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none of

for his guards, Shaw's gravelly voice cut through the tension. "Good evening, Mr. Attorney

concealed beneath his jacket lapel, but Shaw's next words

laced with steel. "Not when I have

shot up, his finger pausing. "What

face catching the warm light of the desk lamp. "You heard me, Mr. Russo. I have something you're going to want to see. Something that changes everything." Chacer U17 INeatening the

And yet... the very fact that Ray Shaw was here, in this office, said a lot about the

have to offer, Shaw?" Marcus asked as his brow rose. You're

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thin smile crossed Shaw's face. "Because, Mr. Attorney General, you and the President aren't exactly on the best

we," Marcus

was not well known that he and the president had a bad history, but it was not a secret

know that's not true. The president's been blocking your investigations, stonewalling your requests for additional funding. He's been undermining you at every turn." Marcus's jaw clenched. The old man was right;

is so," Marcus said carefully, "why should I believe anything you

my

Shaw. You're not

waste my time on small matters, Mr. Attorney General. When I move,

himself torn between his hatred for the Mafia and the Shaw family and the burning curiosity Ray had ignited. If there was even a shred of truth to what the

do you claim to have?"

"Are you sure you won't sit down? You

tell me what you have, Shaw," Marcus snapped, his patience wearing

face grew serious, all traces of amusement vanishing. "Very well. The President of the country is the secret leader of

the room. The Twelve Guns were a shadowy criminal organization that had been terrorizing the country for years. The Justice Department had been trying to crack their leadership structure for decades,