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.

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

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 good. How had Shaw gotten

the tension. "Good evening, Mr. Attorney General. Please close the

instinctively moved towards the panic button concealed beneath his jacket lapel, but

laced with steel. "Not when I have information that could bring down the President

up, his finger pausing. "What did you

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

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

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

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the President aren't exactly on the best of terms these days,

we," Marcus said, his

president had a bad history, but it was not a secret

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

Marcus said carefully, "why should I believe

my

not exactly known for your

eyes 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

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 the old criminal was saying.. Chapple /

do you claim to

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

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

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

had been terrorizing the country for years. The Justice Department had been trying