Beauty Behind Justice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The flashes of the journalists' cameras relentlessly pounced on the figure of Prosecutor Emily Rosalyn Carter as she walked toward the Crawford case courtroom. Voice recorders and microphones were thrust in front of the woman's face, who maintained a cold expression as she walked past the commotion."All court participants, please stand!" the court clerk announced as His Honor Judge Malcom entered the crowded courtroom. Three strikes of the gavel on the judge's bench signaled the start of the tension that had been anticipated by most Americans. "Please bring the prosecution's witness into the courtroom!" Judge Malcom declared.A state official in all-black attire escorted witness Brenda Lindsey Hewitt to the witness stand first. The young woman would testify about the harassment committed by Henry Crawford.With a firm stride, Emily approached the witness box, greeted Brenda, and then asked the crucial question that would incriminate Henry Crawford. "Brenda, what unpleasant actions d

"Damian, I don't think we'll have any trouble getting an acquittal at the upcoming trial!" said Senator Crawford, who had been suspended from office, in the temporary detention visiting room.His trusted lawyer, Damian Lockheart, agreed with the man's arrogant statement. He did feel confident after Brent and Louis' testimony had eased his client's position earlier."There's no harm in hoping that the prosecution won't find any more evidence or witnesses!" Damian replied with a cheerful laugh.Then Senator Crawford quietly accepted a small phone from behind his lawyer's palm as they shook hands. "Thanks, Damian. This is what I needed. You can go now!" the man said before police officers escorted him back to the temporary detention cell before he officially became an inmate at the Illinois state prison.In a dimly lit bar, Douglas Archer was enjoying a glass of Carlsberg beer while listening to the news about Senator Gordon Crawford's trial. The media predicted that the case would be ru

"Let me go! Hey, listen—if you still want to walk free outside of prison, you better not bother me again, Rayden!" Emily said harshly as she struggled in Rayden Dabusche's embrace.The Frenchman furrowed his brow; the word "prison" was a sensitive one that made his ears ring as a criminal. "Why do you want to lock me up, Darling?" Rayden asked curiously.Emily, who had broken free from the man's strong embrace, stepped back to keep her distance from him. She crossed her arms and smiled crookedly, then said, "You've left a trail of your crimes; your information leaked online. I was lucky to get it. Drug trafficking, firearms, and human trafficking. Ckckck ... how terrifying, you disgusting trash!" "What?! Where did you get such nonsense information, Emily? Give me the source!" Rayden demanded, stepping forward to grab the woman's hand. "No! Stay away from me, Cursed Criminal!" Emily hissed, as if she were defiled by Rayden's touch."Was it that Turkish man who told you those lies a

"FREEZE ... FREEZE ... FREEZE!!" The shouts of a group of Chicago police officers startled the terrorists who were about to escape with the prisoners, none other than Gordon and Henry Crawford.The two failed escapees raised their hands in surrender to the police. The father and son were soaked in their orange jumpsuits, which read "PRISONER" on the back. All crew members in the helicopter, which had been shot down by Sergeant Rodney Bradford, jumped into the Chicago River. It was the best choice rather than drowning and dying foolishly if they remained in the tilting helicopter. "You are under arrest for attempting to escape with prisoners. And welcome back, Mr. Gordon and Mr. Henry, you failed to escape!" said Lieutenant Myles Rodrigues as he apprehended the criminals surrounded on the banks of the Chicago River.The prisoner transport vehicle, which had been on standby on the highway bridge along the river, quickly filled with prisoners to be transported to the Chicago Police De

As dawn broke and the sun's rays crept into Emily's apartment, the couple who had slept together all night on the bed had awakened. However, they were reluctant to part from one another. Emily let the strong arms of the Turkish prince wrap around her flat stomach, and his muscular body pressed tightly against her back."Emily, you don't need to bother taking me to the airport. Go to work as usual," Murat said, inhaling deeply the scent of his lover's body, hoping it would be etched clearly in his memory. The woman turned her body so they were facing each other and kissed Murat's lips. Once again, Murat's passion was ignited at the break of dawn, and he entered the soft folds between Emily's thighs. "Murat, it's so hard for me to let you go back to Turkey. I still want to be with you longer. Do you have to leave this morning?" Emily pleaded, panting as she attended to the prince's desires.Though Murat felt the same as Emily, he had responsibilities that had been postponed for so lo