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.

his

had only ever seen in grainy surveillance photos and hushed briefings. Ray Shaw, the aging but still

scenarios, none of them good. How had Shaw gotten past security? Was this an assassination?

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

the panic button concealed beneath his jacket lapel, but Shaw's next words stopped him

but laced with steel. "Not when I have information that could

up, his finger pausing. "What

lamp. "You heard me, Mr. Russo. I have something you're going to want to

general's mind spun. This had to be a bluff. And yet... the very fact

Shaw?" Marcus asked as his brow rose. You're a

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

we," Marcus said, his

the president had a bad history,

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; damn him. The last few months had been a

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

my

You're Ray Shaw. You're not exactly

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

fell over the room. Marcus found himself torn between his hatred for the Mafia and the Shaw family and the burning curiosity Ray had ignited. If

to have?" Marcus asked, his voice

chair behind the desk. "Are you sure you won't sit down? You

me what you have, Shaw," Marcus

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

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,

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