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.

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

the place, was a figure Marcus had only ever seen in grainy surveillance photos and hushed briefings. Ray Shaw, the

his hand still on the doorknob. His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none

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

hand instinctively moved towards the panic button concealed beneath his jacket lapel, but Shaw's next words

tone calm but laced with

finger pausing. "What

Mr. Russo. I have

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

anything you have to offer, Shaw?" Marcus asked as his brow rose. You're a known criminal. Anything from you cannot be trusted." Marcus

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thin smile crossed Shaw's face. "Because, Mr. Attorney General, you and the President aren't

we," Marcus

well known that he and the president had

investigations, stonewalling your requests for additional funding. He's been undermining

carefully, "why should I believe anything you have is

my

You're not exactly known for

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

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 the old criminal was saying.. Chapple

you claim to have?" Marcus

behind the desk. "Are you sure you

you have, Shaw," Marcus

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

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 lead had gone

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