The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 137

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.

open, his eyes immediately drawn to the leather armchair facing his desk. It

in grainy surveillance photos and hushed briefings. Ray Shaw, the aging but still

dozen scenarios, none of them good. How had Shaw gotten past security?

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

the panic button concealed beneath his

do that if I were you," Rat said, his tone calm but laced with steel. "Not

eyebrows shot up, his finger pausing. "What did you

leaned forward slightly, his aged face catching the warm light of the desk lamp. "You heard me, Mr. Russo. I have something you're

mind spun. This had to be a bluff. And yet... the very fact that Ray

brow rose. You're a known criminal. Anything from you cannot be trusted." Marcus hated the

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face. "Because, Mr. Attorney General, you and the President aren't exactly

we," Marcus

the president had a

your investigations, stonewalling your requests for additional funding. He's been undermining you at every turn." Marcus's jaw clenched. The old

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

my

You're not exactly known for your

my time on small matters, Mr. Attorney General. When I move, it's for something big. And

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

exactly do you claim to have?" Marcus

to the chair behind the desk. "Are you sure you

have, Shaw," Marcus snapped, his patience

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

air had been sucked out 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

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