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 armchair

surveillance

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

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

hand instinctively moved towards the panic button concealed beneath his

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

his finger pausing. "What did

of the desk lamp. "You heard me, Mr. Russo. I

very fact that

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

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

we," Marcus said, his

and the president had a

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 was right; damn him. The last few months had been a constant battle with the president. Even more

said carefully, "why should I believe

my

Shaw. You're not exactly known for your

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

and the Shaw family and the burning curiosity Ray had ignited. If

exactly do you claim to have?" Marcus asked, his

"Are you sure you won't sit down? You might

you have, Shaw," Marcus snapped, his patience wearing

all traces of amusement vanishing. "Very well. The President of the country is the

air 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 leadership structure for decades, but every