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.

silence was shattered by the rhythmic thump of helicopter blades. Agent Vincent Reeves crouched in the open door of

you are going for insertion. I repeat,

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team, their faces set with

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canopy, the cool air whipping past them. The moment Vincent's boots hit the forest floor, he was moving, rifle at

he ordered. "The compound should be half a klick

through the underbrush, years of training evident in their silent efficiency. As they approached

the telltale signs of people. Fresh tire tracks

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

through potential scenarios. "Alright, standby

cabin erupted in

scrambled up, ears ringing. "Move

burst from the inferno, clothes smoldering. Vincent tackled him, driving them both to the ground. "Federal

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limp, coughing violently. As Vincent cuffed him, he caught a glimpse of the man's face. His

Jenkins approached, concern etched on his features.

slowly, his world tilting on its axis "It's Chambers. Deputy Director of

physical blow. If he was

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

country, in a nondescript office building, Mary Reeves pored over financial records, her brow furrowed in concentration. The door burst open, startling her. "We got one," her colleague Alex, announced

eyes widened. "The

jacket, following Alex to the conference room. The atmosphere was electric, a mix of

of the screens. Vincent looked haggard, his usual confident demeanor replaced by something... haunted. "Report,

came through, tinny but clear. "Sir, we apprehended Deputy

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safehouse. Four others were... killed in an explosion prior to

darkened. "And the intel?" "Preliminary search suggests a treasure trove, sir.

to corroborate

chaos, voices overlapping as the implications sank

fixed on her brother's face. She

cut through the mood. "Reeves, stay on the

Vincent's eye on the screen.

alone, Hanson's shoulders sagged, the weight of command evident. "How bad is it,