The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 144

Chapter 144: Blame

Marcus said nothing, sensing Ray wasn't finished.

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"You keeping him in custody does me no good. Wherever he is, it is better for me if he is outside. He is a walking target. Ray's voice hardened. "A target I want. A target you also want."

Marcus closed his eyes, memories of a younger, more idealistic version of himself flashing through his mind. "I am not you." He had to admit, a part of him wanted Ricardo out there at the mercy of the Shaw family instead of safe in prison. But he refused to admit it. "It is best you concentrate on what you are going to say to the press. Do not worry about those that don't concern you. If you are so worried, you can go ahead and say that we have him," Day said.

"You know I wouldn't work. If you had taken him out from the start without revealing this, your family would be the first suspect. But you allowed me to sue your family name to deliver the evidence. No matter what in the eyes of the world. If you wanted to kill him, you would not have handed him to the government. You removed yourself from this matter!" Marcus said in

frustration.

"You can always try to explain it this way. I am sure someone will listen," Ray said.

"Ray, please-"

"Goodbye, Marcus. Give my best to the vultures in Parliament. I'm sure they're having a field day with this."

The line went dead.

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A soft knock at the door jolted Marcus from his thoughts. "Sir?" a tentative voice called. "The Parliament leader is asking for you. They're reconvening the emergency session." Marcus took a deep breath, composing himself. He was the Attorney General. He had a job to do, personal feelings be damned. He knew nothing about this. Ricardo was on his own. "Tell her I'll be right there," he called back.

As he straightened his tie and prepared to rejoin the chaos.

"Order!" Mario's voice rang out, somehow cutting through the din. "We will have order in this chamber!"

Gradually, the noise subsided, all eyes turning to Mario and the stone-faced Attorney General beside her.

"Members of the Parliament," Mario began. It was easy to tell she was tired. "We are now facing an unprecedented crisis. We can have all our arguments later. Attorney General Russo will now brief us on the situation and the steps being taken to resolve it." As Marcus stood to address the chamber, he had already thought things through.

"Members of the parliament," he began, his deep voice resonating through the chamber. "It may seem that the former president has disappeared on his own accord." Marcus said.

morning silence was shattered by the rhythmic thump of helicopter blades. Agent Vincent Reeves crouched in the open door of the Black Hawk, his eyes scanning the dense

going for insertion. I repeat, you are going for

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glanced at his team, their faces set with grim determination. "You heard the lady.

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past them. The moment Vincent's boots hit the forest floor, he was moving,

ordered. "The compound should

of training evident in their silent efficiency. As they approached a clearing, Vincent held up a fist, bringing the team to an

telltale signs of people. Fresh tire

specialist consulted his equipment. "Five heat signatures inside, boss. Clustered

through potential

a deafening explosion. The cabin erupted in

scrambled up, ears ringing. "Move

both to the ground. "Federal agent!" he shouted, struggling to subdue the man.

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limp, coughing violently. As Vincent cuffed him, he

etched

world tilting on its axis "It's Chambers. Deputy

a physical

suspect," he ordered, his voice hollow. "I need to

financial records, her brow furrowed in concentration. The door burst open, startling her. "We got one,"

eyes widened. "The Deputy Director?

conference room. The atmosphere

sight of her brother on one of the screens. Vincent looked haggard, his usual confident demeanor replaced by something... haunted. "Report, Agent

through, tinny but clear. "Sir,

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at the suspected safehouse. Four others were... killed

ran through the assembled agents. Hanson's face darkened. "And the intel?" "Preliminary search suggests

seems to

erupted in chaos, voices overlapping as the implications sank in. Mary tuned

eyes fixed on her brother's

cut through the mood.

filed out, Mary lingered, catching Vincent's eye on the screen. He gave an almost

weight of command evident. "How