The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 950:

Waldo didn’t blink. He simply tossed the reports aside like they were nothing, reached into his briefcase, and slid another document across the table. “These…”

“These are my findings. These eight individuals? Criminal records. All of them. Repeat offenders who didn’t reform—instead, they formed a gang, sinking deeper into illegal activities. So tell me, since you’re so well-versed in the law… shouldn’t their sentences be considered too?”

His words hit like a sledgehammer. Brannon went rigid, stiff as a concrete slab.

The thick silence stretching between them only worsened the sweat beading on his skin and the unsteady rise and fall of his breath. It was suffocating.

No one had informed him of this.

If Waldo’s claims were true, this case wasn’t as airtight as he’d believed. It needed thorough reinvestigation.

crackdown on organized crime by the government, mishandling this? It could

from the corridor outside, came the crisp, rhythmic click of high

closer, unsettling in

meeting room instinctively shifted their

door opened, and in walked Andromache. Her

a large turnout,” Andromache remarked,

eyes flicked over to Nate, feigning surprise. “Nate, you’re here as well? What

he answered coolly, “Is a matter so trivial worthy of

stories

Andromache replied, her gaze lowering as if to shield the coldness in her eyes. She casually seated herself on a nearby sofa. “Miss Holland is cherished by Evelyn; she even gifted her the family heirloom jade bracelet, treating her as one of the Hopkins family.

these words, Corrine’s gaze slowly lifted, her dark eyes locking onto

clear: Andromache was no ordinary woman. She knew everything about the situation, down to

expecting something. “Miss Holland, do you have a comment