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

the crisp, rhythmic click of high

step grew louder, closer,

individuals in the meeting room instinctively shifted their attention toward the

a soft creak, the door opened, and in walked Andromache. Her male assistant and Leah flanked her, each walking with purposeful

anticipate such a large turnout,”

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

he answered coolly, “Is a matter so trivial worthy

stories

Holland is cherished by Evelyn; she even gifted her the family heirloom

words, Corrine’s gaze slowly lifted,

clear: Andromache was no ordinary woman. She knew everything about

expecting something. “Miss Holland, do you have a

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