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.

grip, and Marcus pushed the door open, his eyes immediately drawn to the leather armchair facing

owned the place, was a figure Marcus had only ever seen in grainy surveillance

froze, his hand still on the doorknob. His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none of them good. How

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

the panic button concealed beneath his jacket

but laced with steel.

eyebrows shot up, his finger

light of the desk lamp. "You heard me, Mr. Russo. I have something you're going to want to see. Something that changes

And yet... the very fact that Ray Shaw was here,

offer, Shaw?" Marcus asked as his brow rose. You're a known criminal.

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Mr. Attorney General, you and the President aren't exactly on the best of terms these

Marcus said, his tone

the president had a bad history, but it

your requests for additional funding. He's been undermining you at every turn." Marcus's jaw

is so," Marcus said carefully, "why should I

my

Shaw. You're not exactly known

glittered dangerously. "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 bigger than you

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

exactly do you claim to have?"

"Are you sure

Shaw," Marcus

well. The President of the country is the secret leader

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 their

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