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.

door open, his eyes immediately drawn to

in grainy surveillance photos and hushed briefings. Ray Shaw, the aging but

on the doorknob. His mind raced through a dozen scenarios, none of them

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

towards the panic button concealed beneath his jacket lapel, but Shaw's

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

eyebrows shot up, his finger

Russo. I have something you're going to

attorney general's mind spun. This had to be a bluff. And yet... the very fact that Ray Shaw was here, in this office, said a lot

asked as his brow rose.

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Shaw's face. "Because, Mr. Attorney General, you and the President

we," Marcus said, his tone

not well known that he and the president had a bad history, but it

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

"why should I believe anything you have is

my

Ray Shaw. You're not

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

and the Shaw family and the burning curiosity Ray

claim to

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

you have, Shaw," Marcus

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

out of the room. The Twelve Guns were a shadowy criminal organization that had been terrorizing the country for years. The Justice Department

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