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.

Marcus pushed the door open, his

if 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 of one of the country's most powerful crime

a dozen scenarios, none

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

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 information that could bring down

finger pausing. "What did

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

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

Marcus asked as his brow rose. You're a known criminal. Anything from you cannot be trusted." Marcus hated

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and the President aren't exactly on the best of terms these

are we," Marcus

and the president had a bad history, but it was

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

carefully, "why should I believe anything you

my

You're Ray Shaw. You're not exactly known for

Mr. Attorney General. When I move, it's for something big. And this? This

and the Shaw family and the burning curiosity Ray had ignited. If there was even a shred of truth to what

do you claim to have?" Marcus asked,

desk. "Are you sure you won't sit

me what you have, Shaw,"

"Very well. The President

The Twelve Guns were a shadowy criminal organization that had been terrorizing the country for years. The Justice Department had been trying to crack