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.

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

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

doorknob. His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none of them

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

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

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

eyebrows shot up, his finger pausing. "What did

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

And yet... the very fact

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

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

Marcus said, his tone

and the president had a bad history, but it was not a

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

is so," Marcus said carefully, "why should

my

You're Ray Shaw. You're not exactly

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 ignited. If there was even a shred

to have?" Marcus asked,

behind the desk. "Are you sure

have, Shaw," Marcus snapped, his patience wearing

well. The President of

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

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