"Richard, what are you doing?"Declan's voice cut through the chaos in the ballroom, sharp with betrayal and disbelief. His own attorney, the man who had defended him through every accusation, now stood holding evidence that could destroy him completely.Richard Stern looked almost apologetic as FBI agents flanked him, securing the USB drive he had just handed over. "What I should have done three years ago. Telling the truth.""You are my lawyer. You have attorney-client privilege—""Which I am waiving." Richard's voice carried across the silent room. Every phone, every camera was recording this moment. "Because some crimes are too serious to hide behind legal ethics. And Declan, what you have done, what you have asked me to cover up, crosses every line.""This is Elena," I said, pushing through the crowd toward them. "She got to you. Paid you off or threatened you or—""No one got to me." Richard met my eyes with something that looked like pity. "I made this choice on my own. After s
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