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Sylvania agreed. “It’s like they’re living in a movie or something. Do you think they’ll get a harsh sentence?” she continued. “Depends on their records,” the driver replied, glancing at her through the mirror again. “If they’re first time offenders, they might get a lighter sentence. But if they’ve been in trouble before, the judge might throw the book at them.” Sylvania sighed, feeling a mix of sympathy and frustration. “It’s just sad to think about how desperate some people must be to resort to crime. I mean, what drives someone to that point?”

Everyone was stupefied when they heard that Zachary had defended his first love and gotten her acquitted of all charges when she had killed his mother. "What kind of a son does that? And here I thought my son was bad enough for still relying on me financially!" "You know what's worse? He's married! It was his wife who handled the funeral alone!" "He looks like a decent young man. He's even a lawyer. Who would've thought he's such a deplorable person?" "Like they always say, you can never judge a book by its cover. Look at his first love. Even now, she's acting all innocent."

Selena explained. Damian let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes. Luca had deliberately recorded it to go to court. If they didn't use the law, the process would be more difficult as there would probably be bloodshed. While through the law, at least they only need to spend money to punish the suspect as they wish. Selena was like being hypnotized, she said it without hesitation and honestly and openly. Grace nodded her head after hearing what Selena said, and held Selena's hand.

After about forty minutes, the car pulled up in front of the supposed night club that the debtor was in and I got out, barely allowing the car to come to a halt. Just then the crook ran out the door, his eyes widening as he saw me. "Don't do anything fucking stupid and get your ass here, Joe." I warned him on top of my voice, not in the mood to chase him further. He stalled for sometime and then shook his head, turned around and started going towards an alley. Bad decision. I walked fast after him, aimed my gun at one of his leg and shot at it. He yelped loudly, falling to the floor and making me roll my eyes at him. Nicola and the hefty dude went to where he lay and dragged him to where I s

Slowly he rubs a finger on my face, and I flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you right now. I am going to make you pay, slowly, and your boyfriend? He is going to pay for your crimes”, Pavlov says, and I shake my head. “Please leave Elliot out of this”, I say, and he shakes his head, grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer to him over the table.

" Judy sounded so righteous as she grabbed my wrist again. I had reached my limit and I could not bear it anymore. "Let go of me!" I flung her off with force. However, I did not expect her to fall to the floor and her arms were cut by the shards. Seeing this, Lawson stepped forward and slapped me. "You're crossing a line! What exactly are you trying to do? How far are you going to push them?!" I froze as the pain stung across my cheek. This was the first time Lawson had hit me in all these years. He had hit me for Judy and for the pup he had hidden from me.

There is only what is fun and what is not. The psychiatrist flipped the report shut and said in a heavy tone, "According to our investigation, Thomas Werther had long discovered the loophole in the reward and disciplinary system Ronald Werther established. "He knew that whenever he misbehaved, Benjamin Werther would be punished. And for him, watching his brother suffer and struggle stimulated the underdeveloped part of his brain to produce pleasure. So, he constantly and deliberately created incidents. "Including the fire. He clearly knew that spilling water on a power strip could cause a fire. He also clearly knew that the fire would burn Benjamin Werther, who was tied up. But he felt no gu

But they sounded weak against the damning evidence. Nathan bent down and picked up the watch, his face a mask of wounded betrayal. "This watch means everything to me. How could you, Sonny? I really believed you'd changed after prison... but I guess old habits die hard." He shook his head sadly. "I don't think I can work with a thief." His words were a perfectly aimed knife. The lead client snapped. "Ms. Parson! We are done here!" He and his team stormed out in a wave of disgust.

Her voice wasn't shaky but sounded true. “Okay,” he said, banging the pen against the wooden table softly. Just when Melody thought he had ended his statement and maybe he was about to send her out. “Do you…?” Melody was about to say something before her boss had cut her off. She looked at him with an impeccable gaze as she lowered her voice. “What's the punishment for drug trafficking?” Alfred asked, staring at Melody, who was standing right before him with an emotionless expression. “Under Title 35 of Section 780-113 of the Pennsylvania statutes, it's punishable under the law of the Philadelphia’s constitution,” she stated, while he watched in amazement.

“Is this some kind of joke? How did this happen? Why is my son here, of all places?” The auctioneer simply smiles and gestures to the stage. “As we all know, none of our test subjects are innocent. They’re the worst of the worst—criminals the justice system failed to punish properly. He may be your son, but that doesn’t make him an exception. According to his record, he’s spent the last decade committing one horrific crime after another—robbery, kidnapping, brutal assaults, drug trafficking, the repeated sexual assault of underage girls, torture, extortion, and God knows what else. His victims were left traumatized, broken, and in some cases barely alive. His file is thick enough to fill a s