《The Final Goodbye 》全部章節：第 141 章 - 第 147 章

Mr. Woods stepped out of the Attorney General’s office like a storm compressed inside a man’s body. His jaw was tight, his hands balled into fists, his eyes carrying a murderous glare that made everyone in the hallway instinctively step aside. The moment he reached the elevator, he didn’t wait for the doors to close—he slammed his palm repeatedly against the button, breathing like someone holding back an explosion.When he finally reached the ground floor, he strode through the lobby and out of the building. His driver—young, nervous, overly eager, opened the back door quickly.Woods got in, then shut the door sharply.“Out,” he barked.The driver blinked. “Sir?”“Get. Out.”The driver scrambled out of the car so fast he nearly tripped. Woods didn’t wait. He locked the door from inside, slumped back against the leather seat, and exhaled—long, sharp, and heavy with fury.He pulled out his phone.His thumb hovered only a second before he dialed the number he needed—the one no one in

Inspector Dennis stood in his office long after Roland and Eva’s confessions were typed, recorded, signed, and sealed. The cold weight of everything he had just uncovered pressed down on him until his breath turned shallow. Outside his door, officers buzzed with frantic disbelief, whispering Alex Spencer’s name in tones that carried shock, rage, and something close to betrayal.Dennis finally picked up his pen.His hand trembled but not from fear. From fury.From the deep, unsettling knowledge that the man the world had praised for years… the man powerfully rooted in New York’s corporate and political landscape… the man Amara once loved, and his city respected… had orchestrated murder.In clear, bold handwriting, Dennis signed his name beneath the arrest request.Then he stamped it.WARRANT FOR THE ARREST OF ALEX SPENCER.A chill swept through him. There was no going back.He walked straight to the operations floor, lifted the warrant for his entire team to see, and declared:“Full

The tension inside Spencer Group's executive boardroom was the kind that made the air feel heavy and oppressive, as if every breath carried physical weight that pressed down on the lungs. The long mahogany table, polished to a mirror shine, reflected the harsh fluorescent light overhead, until James walked through the double doors and silence rippled across the room like a swift wind cutting through tall grass.He took the seat at the head of the table—Alex's seat. The chair reserved for the President. The symbolic throne of power in this corporate empire.A bold declaration on its own, spoken without words.His expression was stone cold, carved from granite, his posture sharp and rigid, his fingers clasped together in front of him on the polished wood like a general ready to announce war to his troops. The senior executives exchanged worried looks across the table, their eyes darting between James and each other, searching for answers no one had. Everyone had heard about Alex's su

The storm that followed Alex’s release shook New York to its core.For three full days after Dennis discovered the evidence Alex gave him, the station became a war zone—meetings behind closed doors, state officials going in and out, lawyers hovering like bees, phones ringing non-stop. But the moment the police finally released Alex Spencer, the entire city erupted. Angry protests gathered outside the precinct, people demanding answers from the justice system they trusted. The media tore into the police with merciless headlines, questioning their competence and their integrity.“How can a murder suspect be released?”“What happened to justice for Martins Cooper?”“Is New York police now controlled by powerful elites?”The noise grew louder every hour.Amara watched everything on TV with a hand pressed against her mouth. She didn’t know what to think. She didn’t know whether to be relieved that perhaps Alex truly wasn’t the monster she thought or terrified that she might still be wr