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.

open, his eyes immediately drawn to the leather armchair facing his

grainy surveillance photos and hushed briefings. Ray Shaw, the aging but still formidable head of one of the country's most

raced through a dozen scenarios, none of them good. How had Shaw gotten past

gravelly voice cut through the tension. "Good evening, Mr.

moved towards the panic button concealed beneath his jacket

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

eyebrows shot up, his finger pausing. "What did you

his aged face catching the warm light of the desk lamp. "You heard me, Mr. Russo. I have something you're going

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

want anything you have to offer, Shaw?" Marcus asked as his brow rose. You're a

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

are we," Marcus said,

was not well known that he and the president had a bad history, but it was not a

dry, humorless sound. "Come now, Mr. Russo. We both know that's not true. The president's been blocking your investigations, stonewalling your requests for additional funding. He's been undermining you at every turn."

this is so," Marcus said carefully, "why

my

You're Ray Shaw. You're not exactly

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?

tense 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 to what

exactly do you claim to

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

what you have, Shaw,"

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

been terrorizing the country for years. The Justice Department had been trying to crack their leadership structure for decades, but