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.

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

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

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

through the tension.

panic button concealed beneath his jacket lapel, but

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

his finger pausing. "What did

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

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

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

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

are we," Marcus said, his tone

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." Marcus's jaw clenched. The old man

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

my

You're Ray Shaw. You're not exactly

don't waste my time on small matters, Mr. Attorney General. When I move, it's for something big. And this? This

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

do you claim to have?" Marcus

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

have, Shaw,"

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

shadowy criminal organization that had been terrorizing