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.

Reeves crouched in the open door of the Black Hawk,

Alpha, you are going for insertion. I repeat, you are

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his team, their faces set with grim

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

ordered. "The compound should be half

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

Vincent's trained eye caught the telltale signs of people. Fresh tire tracks in the mud, a faint wisp of smoke from the

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

his mind racing through potential scenarios.

a deafening explosion. The cabin erupted in a fireball, the shockwave knocking them off

ears ringing.

tackled him, driving them both

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Vincent cuffed him, he caught a glimpse of the man's face. His blood ran

etched on his features. "You

tilting on its axis "It's Chambers. Deputy

hit him like a physical blow. If he

he ordered, his voice

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

"The Deputy Director?

conference room. The atmosphere was electric, a mix of

her brother on one of the screens. Vincent looked haggard, his

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

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

Hanson's face darkened. "And the intel?" "Preliminary search suggests a treasure trove, sir. Financial records,

It... it seems to corroborate the

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

her brother's face. She

room," Hanson's voice cut through the mood. "Reeves, stay on

eye on the screen. He gave

weight of command evident. "How bad is it,