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.

door open, his eyes immediately drawn to the leather armchair

there, as casually as if he owned the 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 powerful

still on the doorknob. His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none of them good. How had Shaw gotten past security? Was

the tension. "Good evening,

towards the panic button concealed beneath his jacket lapel,

were you," Rat said, his tone calm but laced with steel. "Not when

finger pausing. "What

forward slightly, his aged 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

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

Marcus asked as his brow rose. You're a known criminal.

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

are we," Marcus

was not well known that he and the president had

your requests for additional funding. He's been undermining

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

my

Shaw. You're not

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 bigger than

silence 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 there was even a shred of truth

do you claim to have?" Marcus asked,

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

you have, Shaw,"

man's face grew serious, all traces of amusement vanishing. "Very well.

as if the air had been sucked out of the room. The Twelve Guns were a shadowy criminal organization that had been terrorizing the country for

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