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.

turned smoothly under his grip, and Marcus pushed the door open, his eyes immediately drawn

place, was a figure Marcus had only ever seen in grainy surveillance photos and hushed briefings. Ray Shaw, the aging but still formidable head of one of the country's most

His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none

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

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

said, his tone calm but laced with steel. "Not when I have information that could bring down

finger pausing. "What did you

of the desk lamp. "You heard me, Mr. Russo. I have something

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

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

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

we," Marcus said,

had a bad history, but it was not a secret

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; damn him. The

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

my

Ray Shaw. You're not exactly known for your

"Precisely because I am Ray Shaw. I don't waste my time on small matters, Mr. Attorney General. When I move, it's for something big. And this? This is

and the burning curiosity Ray had ignited. If there was even a shred of truth to what the old criminal was saying.. Chapple /

exactly do you claim to have?" Marcus asked, his voice

gestured to the chair behind the desk. "Are you sure you won't sit down? You might want a drink for

have, Shaw," Marcus snapped,

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

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 their leadership structure for decades, but every lead