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Lucien’s smile faltered. “She broke protocol, compromised her own safety, and stormed a secure facility.” “She saved a life.” Lucien’s jaw ticked. The prosecutor stepped back. “No further questions.” Then the judge turned. “Defense may cross-examine.” Dorian’s attorney, Lennox Hale, calm, silver-haired, vicious when cornered, stood with a folder in hand. “Mr. Graves. You’ve presented yourself as an expert in infiltration. Surveillance. Strategy.” “Yes.” Hale opened the folder.

Between feeding schedules, legal briefings, and revisiting files from over six months ago, there wasn’t time to rest but exhaustion couldn’t touch the adrenaline that pumped through my veins. By morning, the headlines had already started. "Romano Returns: Lawsuit Threatens Romano-Blackwell Merger Talks." "Sources Claim Sabotage—Romano Demands Compensation After Corporate Fallout." Lies. Calculated, venomous lies. Diana arrived just as promised, her heels clicking like gunshots across the marble floors. She wore black slacks and a blood-red blouse, hair pulled into a sleek bun, eyes rimmed with war paint. She looked like a woman ready to dismantle an empire—and I was grateful she was on my si

After Olivia was taken away, Matthew wasted no time and immediately sent his lawyer to the police station. When the lawyer returned, his face was grim. “Mr. Kennedy,” he began, “The allegations against Mrs. Kennedy are serious. Attempted murder is no minor charge. And the prosecution isn’t just any legal team. Alessia Swift’s lawyer is Pierce Nixon, from Hart Law Firms. He is renowned for his work in the International Criminal Court and the International Court of Justice. With a reputation like his, it is clear the other party is bringing out the big guns. These aren’t allegations they’re taking lightly.”

Milan’s heart was racing because she didn't want to lose her child yet she stood calmly. “Objection,” she said in a composted tone. “Counsel is presenting speculation rather than evidence.” “Sustained.” The Rocci lawyers shifted strategy after that. They tried humiliation instead. “Isn’t it true,” another attorney asked, “that you worked at Angels Den before becoming an attorney?” “Yes.” “As a waitress?” “Yes.” Murmurs spread faintly across the courtroom. The lawyer smirked, sensing the opportunity. “And during this period, you became romantically involved with known organized crime figures.”

Wait… I pulled out my phone and dialed my lawyer. “Sir…” he picked up on the second call. “Diego, I need you to come down here,” I murmured. “And I also need an NDA…” “Okay,” he said. “An NDA for whom and what may I know?” I stared out of the glass wall and smirked. “For me…I will be signing it. It should be coming from Gianna Baldocchi,” I said. “Noted. Be there in ten,” he said, smart enough not to ask any more questions. I cut the call and sighed. I needed to play my cards right tomorrow because I am not going to let Gianna go.

Then, Grace exclaimed: "That scoundrel! What about his own dirty laundry? He embezzled company funds, and he's been involved in doping our artists too..." "All of that you can save for the courtroom. Let the dogs fight it out there," the lawyer said icily. With a disdainful look, he tossed the legal notice at her and walked out. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Diana leaned on her chin, sitting in front of her computer, carefully tallying up her incoming funds.

"I'm filing for divorce from Jaxon, and I need the pack's support." I expect him to lecture me but instead, there's a long pause. "This is really what you want?" "It's what I need, Dad. Please." I hate the pleading tone in my voice but I’m not above begging if it gets me what I need. "Then I'll be there tomorrow." He promises. Lastly, I call the lawyer Diana recommended. Gianna Romano. A sharp, no-nonsense woman who specializes in pack law and has a reputation for winning cases that seem unwinnable. Cases like mine.

She radiated authority, and every word she spoke was designed to pierce the atmosphere and sow doubt in the jurors' minds, Agent Jenny was very much pleased by this. The DA started, introducing herself as Sarah Hamilton, looking quickly at Adam and me, she smirked and turned to the jurors. "We are here today to discuss the fate of Mr. Nico D’angelo, a man with a history of violence and deceit." I could see the hatred in her eyes. It seemed that Ms Sarah had been recruited by Agent Beacon, who occasionally flashed me a victorious smile. I tried to contain the growing rage burning inside my chest by clenching my fists beneath the table.

They met up with William and scoured through the file. "We have here Miss Diane Wilson, twenty-four years old who works as a bartender at a strip club in New York. She was reported missing two weeks ago and found dead in a ditch near Hilliard Bridge, Philadelphia on Wednesday at eight p.m," Jake recited, pulling out the pictures gathered by Evidence Response Team.

Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat. "There is one condition...Diane will represent me in this project. I want her to start learning the business now she's back from vacation." Don Ambrosio said in a sarcastic tone. I clenched my fists under my mahogany table. "I'm sure that won't be a problem, our lawyers will finalize the legal documents so we can commence swiftly." My brows furrowed, I sensed this was a ploy for Diane to spend more time here with me but I was determined not to fall into their games. He gently stood up while extending his hands towards me.