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.

his eyes immediately

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

froze, his hand still on the doorknob. His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none of them good. How had Shaw gotten past security? Was this an assassination?

gravelly voice cut through the tension. "Good evening, Mr. Attorney General. Please close the door. We have matters to

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

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

shot up, his finger pausing. "What

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

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

brow rose. You're a known criminal. Anything from you cannot be

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face. "Because, Mr. Attorney General, you and the

we," Marcus

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

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

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

my

Shaw. You're not exactly known for your

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

curiosity Ray had ignited. If there was even a shred

do you claim to have?" Marcus asked,

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

Shaw," Marcus snapped, his patience

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

felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room. The Twelve Guns were a shadowy criminal organization that had been terrorizing the

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