The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 138

Chapter 138: Truth

"Helen, your daughter is the one reason the Rosario family is enemies with the dark hand. They had your daughter killed because someone wanted to get this evidence into your hands," Ray said. The grea

The great attorney general's daughter had married into the Mafia. This was something very few knew. When she died, he had thought life had caught up with her.

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"Are you saying that the reason the Rosario family and the dark hands are enemies is because they killed Helen?" he asked. From the look on his face, he clearly aged several decades.

"That drive is merely the tip of the iceberg. He has operatives placed throughout the government and throughout law enforcement. He has the entire government working as goons. The country is corrupt. Marcus felt a headache building behind his eyes. "What do you want?"

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"I am a law-abiding citizen, Marcus. I want justice," Ray said simply, and Marcus raised a brow.

"What do you really want?" he asked.

"I want drama. I want a show to capture the entire country, to capture the entire world. I want to make him a star," Ray said.

Silence fell over the office as Marcus weighed his options. If the information is that bad, the country would become a joke. Chapy - the Truth

"I'll need time to verify this information," Marcus said finally.

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stood at that moment. "Verify? He has my entire family on lockdown just to capture my granddaughter-in-law. The amount of chaos he is creating right now is evidence enough Ray said, straightening his suit. Marcus thought about it. He

hung in the air as Shaw made his way to the door. He

and Mr. Attorney General? I trust I don't need to tell you to keep this conversation between us. It would be a shame if anything were to happen

leaving nothing but the USB drive and the lingering scent

down. He stared at the innocent-looking USB drive on his desk, knowing that its contents could cause chaos in

late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawns of the Rose mansion, its warm light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the spacious

edge of a plush white sofa, her dark eyes fixed on Henry, who lay sprawled on the Persian rug, doing his

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manicured

restless rhythm against the arm of the sofa. Something felt off today-a tension in the air that she couldn't quite

it. The

was excited to answer. "That's... your uncle is a

the ornate grandfather clock in the corner. Daniel was late. He'd promised to be home for dinner, but the hands of the clock inched closer to evening with no sign

you go up to your room and pick out a book for us to read later?"

his brow frowning slightly. "But Uncle is coming home soon.

course, but it might be a little while. Go on

moved swiftly to the window,

at the sight of three

Chapur Truth:

hiding

of the butler, engaged in what sounded like a heated

The rose mansion was covered with guards. The men in the cars

butler's worried face, making her

"There are gentlemen here to see you.