Semua Bab WIN ME, ATTORNEY: The Man I Should've Never Met: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Amarah knew she had made a mistake the moment Jake looked at her differently.Not with suspicion not yet but with that sharp, measuring silence he used when something didn’t add up. They were seated in a quiet corner of the office lounge, late enough that most of the floor had emptied. The city lights spilled in through the glass walls, casting long reflections across polished tables.Jake leaned back, fingers steepled. “You’ve been distracted lately.”Amarah forced a small smile. “Busy,” she replied smoothly. “That happens.”“Not like this,” he said. “You’re precise. Controlled. You don’t leave loose ends.”Her chest tightened, but she kept her expression neutral. “Are you saying I did?”Jake didn’t answer immediately. He picked up a tablet from the table and slid it toward her.It showed a log. Entry times. Access records.One timestamp blinked quietly on the screen highlighted.Amarah’s breath caught for half a second too long.Jake noticed.“This,” he said calmly, “was sloppy.”Sh

The sound of Jake’s fist hitting the table echoed through the room. “You think that was clean?” Jake snapped, his voice low but boiling. “You think I didn’t see what you did?” Gabriel didn’t flinch. He remained standing near the window, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. “I saw what you did,” Gabriel replied calmly. “You rushed the transfer. You ignored the warning signs.” Jake scoffed. “Don’t lecture me. You knew the police were already circling. You let them get close.” “I stopped them before they crossed the line,” Gabriel said. “Before your name appeared anywhere. Before cameras caught your face.” Jake laughed, sharp and humorless. “And you expect me to thank you? Elias is in prison because of that move.” Gabriel turned slowly, his eyes hard now. “Elias was sloppy. And you know it.” “That was one of my most trusted men,” Jake shot back. “You sacrificed him without hesitation.” “That’s how this world works,” Gabriel answered. “You taught me that.” The silence th

Her hands shook as she gripped their child’s shoulders. “How could you do this to us? To him?” Elias’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Renee, I—” “No!” she shouted. “Don’t. Just… don’t start defending yourself!” The child whimpered softly, burying their face into Renee’s arm. “Daddy…” Elias’s heart clenched. He had never felt so powerless, so stripped of control. The world outside these walls had moved on, but inside, everything was magnified every regret, every mistake, every consequence. The door opened suddenly, and a guard ushered in Jake. Elias’s eyes flickered to him immediately. Rage and helplessness surged together. “Of course,” Elias spat, voice low and bitter. “The man who started all this comes to visit me. The same man who dragged me into your schemes, Jake. Look at me! Look at my life! You’ve ruined it!” Jake’s expression remained cool, carefully neutral, though a faint, calculated edge lingered in his eyes. “Elias, calm down. I’m here to make sure you under

Yna couldn’t sleep. Not really. Her mind kept replaying the small, almost imperceptible things she had noticed earlier the paper wedged between the counter and the wall, the faint chemical scent in the kitchen, the fleeting shadow outside her window. She stood and paced quietly, careful not to disturb the stillness of the apartment. Her instincts were sharp tonight, more so than usual. Every sound, every flicker of light, every subtle shift in the air drew her attention. Someone was here, she thought. Or someone wants me to think they were. She grabbed a small notebook from her desk and began jotting down observations: Small folded paper, no writing. Faint chemical smell near kitchen counter. Shadow moving across street. Multiple strange coincidences over the past week. Her pen hovered over the next line. Too many coincidences. Yna’s phone buzzed. Another message from Tali: “Good morning! Coffee later?” She smiled faintly, typing a reply but stopping midway. Her mind

The city streets were eerily quiet, the glow of streetlights reflecting off wet asphalt. Amarah moved cautiously, her eyes sharp, senses heightened. Every corner she turned, every shadow she passed, felt deliberate as if the city itself were testing her, teasing her toward something she wasn’t yet ready to confront. For weeks, she had been following rumors, whispers, and half-truths about the elusive Big Boss. Most people called him untouchable. A phantom, almost invisible in the criminal world. But something in her gut told her he was real and closer than anyone imagined. Tonight, she had discovered a lead. A coded message slipped into an old contact’s file a pattern she hadn’t noticed before. A subtle reference to a warehouse in the industrial district, with a time that didn’t match anything in the logs. She had traced it herself, piecing together clues no one else had recognized. This is it, she thought, pulse quickening. The trail starts here. She paused at the edge of a n