All Chapters of Professor Grayson's Favorite sin: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Roman had the full profile on Dara Solís by seven a.m.He spread the pages across the kitchen island in that deliberate, almost ritualistic way he arranged information when he needed everyone to absorb it before anyone opened their mouth. Lennon stood on one side of the counter, Damien on the other, both of them too wired to sit.“Twenty-nine,” Roman said. “Trained medical technician. Walked away from her last clinic eight months ago after they tried to short her on hazard pay during a funding fight. She’s got a six-year-old daughter with medical bills that would make most people sell plasma twice a week.”Archer leaned against the fridge, arms crossed. “That’s why she took the listing.”“Yes.” Roman tapped one page. “The payment was four times standard agency rates. She asked enough questions to convince herself it wasn’t trafficking. She didn’t ask the ones that would’ve led her to the Marchetti name.”“She’s protecting her kid,” Lennon said quietly.Roman nodded. “Which means she’l

The attorney arrived at the penthouse at nine sharp, already looking like she’d been awake since four. She spread the asset freeze paperwork across the kitchen island without waiting for an invitation, then glanced once at the portable crib Roman had somehow produced in under forty minutes. The baby was asleep inside it, one tiny fist curled against his cheek like the world hadn’t just tried to steal him twice in the same week.“The freeze was filed in the third district,” she said, sitting down. “Law firm connected to Marchetti through two layers of shell companies. They had the application ready before the birth. Filed it the second they confirmed delivery.”Archer leaned against the counter. “How the hell did they move that fast?”“Because they were waiting for this exact moment,” she answered. “The freeze is tied to a simultaneous custody petition. They’re claiming the child was born under a surrogacy arrangement they initiated.”“The contract with Dara,” Lennon said. His voice ca

Roman turned around slowly, like a man who already knew what he was going to see and was just delaying the moment for principle's sake.He looked at the warrant. He looked at Archer, whose face was doing an impressive job of staying professionally blank, all things considered."Call the attorney," Roman said. Flat. Almost bored. The tone of a man mentally reorganizing his calendar rather than panicking."What's the charge?" Archer's voice had considerably less calm in it.The officer read it off like he was reciting a grocery list. Old case. Four years old. Dismissed back then — cleanly, or so everyone had assumed — and now resurrected this morning under some prosecutorial sleight of hand nobody saw coming.Roman's eyes found Lennon across the room."I know exactly who filed this," he said."Same network," Lennon said. It wasn't a question."Yes."The officers closed in on either side of him. Roman held his hands out before they even asked, which somehow made the whole thing worse — l

The sixty-day order was not acceptable. Lennon understood, in the dry, lawyerly part of his brain that had been forcibly installed over the last year, that it was the legal reality. He understood Holloway was being meticulous, not hostile. He understood the home study was procedural, standard, the system doing exactly what the system was built to do.None of that made it acceptable. Understanding a thing and accepting it were, he'd discovered, two completely different muscles, and only one of them was currently working.Sixty days was sixty days of Luca in a care facility while the Marchetti network kept finding new and creative ways to make their lives worse. At this point Lennon assumed Clara had a whiteboard somewhere with a running tally.He found the attorney in the corridor outside the courtroom."We are not leaving him there for sixty days," he told her."The order is binding," she said, in the tone of someone repeating something she already knew wasn't going to land."Then we

The penthouse felt different that morning. It felt like something that had been wound tight for months had finally, quietly, let go, the way a jaw unclenches after you realize you've been grinding your teeth for an hour without noticing.Lennon stood at the kitchen island with his coffee, which had gone cold roughly nineteen minutes ago. He knew this because he'd been holding it, untouched, for exactly that long, apparently under the impression that the mug itself was load-bearing.Damien came in from the nursery, moving with the careful economy of a man whose ribs still had opinions about sudden movements. Luca was asleep. The monitor sat on the counter between them, glowing faintly, still the most important object in the apartment by a wide margin."The attorney called," Lennon said, finally setting the mug down like it had personally wronged him. "Federal charges are being reviewed by a different prosecutor now. The new one actually looked at the evidence." He said actually looked