บททั้งหมดของ Beauty Behind Justice: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The flashes of journalists' cameras swarm around Emily, who has suddenly become popular for her courage in dragging the senator, who has been in power for three consecutive terms, to court. Until now, no prosecutor or judge has been able to bring Senator Gordon Crawford to trial for his crimes, even though there is a long list of crimes he has committed since he took office as senator.To him, taking a life was as trivial as swatting a mosquito or a pesky fly. Life seemed cheap in his eyes. However, Emily Carter made a difference this time—she was the brave female prosecutor who dared to face all the death threats against her in the days leading up to the trial.Murat shielded Emily's body from the relentless journalists chasing the hot news, assisted by court security officers stationed in the courtroom earlier.Finally, they escaped the journalists' pursuit and successfully made their way down to the first floor where Emily's office was located. Murat locked the door from the inside

"Just close your eyes, Emily!" Rayden said as he placed a black cloth blindfold over the woman's eyes.He then tied Emily's wrists with a special rope designed for couple bondage sexual activities—strong yet gentle on the skin. Rayden pulled off the towel wrapped around Emily's body, leaving her naked before him. Every feminine curve on Emily's body was a temptation to his senses, a divine creation perfectly suited to satisfy a man's desires.In the middle of Rayden's bedroom, the woman stood with her hands bound behind her back, her eyes closed, her heart racing with excitement. However, Emily remained silent, unwilling to say anything; she was merely the Frenchman's sexual slave.Her skin tingled as a light touch, like feathers, trailed down her body from her neck to the valley between her breasts, then to her ribs and stomach. Rayden observed Emily’s reaction as he brushed the goose feathers against her bare skin. Her response was not overly noticeable.Then the man ran his tongue

"Are you okay, Emily?!" Murat asked as he checked Emily's condition after she had just been shot at by a man who was likely a hired killer sent by the Crawford family.Emily felt her heart racing, but she wasn't injured at all. "I'm okay, Murat. That was a dangerous situation, but luckily the man missed his shot because he was too far away. Otherwise, I might have been killed," Emily replied as she got up from the floor. They watched as the man who had tried to shoot Emily was escorted out of the courtroom by Sergeant Rodney. Emily then turned to look at the seat where Henry Crawford was sitting with his expensive legal team. The evil man smirked at Emily, as if he knew the killer had been deliberately sent. Henry then silently mouthed to Emily, "Die, Emily!" Not only Emily saw that, but Murat, standing beside her, noticed it too. The Turkish man immediately approached Henry Crawford and punched the evil man's face spontaneously. Henry's lawyer quickly stood up and shouted, "Don'

"Welcome to Paris!" The welcome greeting to Paris sounded faintly in Emily's ears, who had been unconscious for hours. Slowly, her hazel eyes opened, and she looked around, realizing that she was currently inside a sedan."Are you awake, My Love?" Rayden greeted her gently, pulling Emily into his tight embrace. Emily immediately asked, "Where are we, Ray?" "Paris." Rayden replied succinctly, naming the city where they were currently located. Their car, driven by a chauffeur, cruised steadily through the quiet streets of Paris. It was still too early in the morning for activity; the residents of one of the world's most densely populated cities were still sound asleep."WHAT?! Tell me this isn't true, Ray—oh, damn it!" Emily's strong reaction, accompanied by her pulling away from Rayden's embrace, made the Frenchman laugh sarcastically."I'm serious, Em. We took a private jet from Chicago and just landed at the airport. Now we're heading to my place in the heart of Paris," Rayden r

"Yes, Emily is indeed in Paris. I've also found Dabusche's address through cross-border data that can only be accessed by high-ranking police officials. Let's fly to France, Murat, Rodney!" said Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt, rising from behind his office desk."Are we taking a commercial flight to Paris, Lieutenant?" Murat asked, as the flight plan was very sudden.As they walked down the corridor of the Chicago Police Headquarters toward the elevator, Lieutenant Benjamin replied, "Yes, tonight's flight. We don't need to bring anything, Murat. After finding Emily in Paris, we'll fly back to Chicago immediately.""Alright, I understand." Murat followed the two police officers in his Honda CRV, which he would leave at the airport parking lot. Fortunately, his ID was in his work bag, so he didn't need to retrieve it from his apartment for the flight check-in.At 7:00 PM Chicago time, the three men flew to Paris from O'Hare Airport. The flight was an 8-hour direct flight to Charles de Ga