NovelBookChapter 956: Those smen, now lying battered and broken, had indeed been the ones wielding the blades. The evidence was undeniable-they had arrived with deadly intent, and now they would have to answer for it. On top of that, their extensive criminal records would ensure the law showed them no mercy this time.
Almost instinctively, Brannon's gaze shifted toward Andromache, who had settled onto the sofa with deceptive ease.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAndromache's attention, however, had locked onto Corrine. Her expression sharpened, and for a brief moment, something sinister flickered in her eyes-a sliver of cold malice.
No wonder the little vixen had been so confident all along. Every step, every twist in this mess, had been planned from the very beginning.
Brannon cleared his throat, trying to ground himself in the present. His attention flicked back to Waldo. "So, you are officially filing a lawsuit?" "Absolutely." Waldo retrieved the neatly prepared legal documents from his case. "On behalf of my client, Corrine Holland, I am formally filing charges against all eight men for attempted murder, and against Corey Burgess for orchestrating the attack." Leah's face drained of all color, her mask of composure crumbling in an instant. Panic flashed in her eyes as she stepped forward, her voice trembling with outrage. "That is absolute nonsense! How dare you accuse my father of hiring people to commit murder?" It had all been so carefully arranged, every piece precisely placed. Yet now, the board had flipped, and all the blwas sliding back toward the Burgess family.
"Corrine, do not think you can just slander my family because you have someone backing you!" Leah's voice rang shrill with desperation.
"Whether it is slander or not, we will find out through a proper investigation," a deep voice cut through the noise, steady and commanding.
All heads turned toward the conference room door.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe door creaked open, revealing Arion in full uniform, his posture radiating authority. Behind him, several other uniformed officers stood in formation, their presence adding weight to the moment.
Brannon's breath caught in his throat. Arion was supposed to be out on a business trip! Why on earth would he be here now? The shock froze Brannon in place, but it was Arion's eyes, cold and cutting, that sent a chill up his spine. The icy sensation crawled upward until it wrapped around his throat like a tightening noose. He pressed his lips into a thin line, swallowing both his surprise and the flicker of panic rising in his chest. With forced composure, he said respectfully, "Mr. Hoffman, what brings you back so suddenly?"
Arion's scoff echoed through the room, sharp and disdainful. "If I had not returned, were you planning to continue abusing your authority unchecked?"
Brannon's smile barely held together, stretched too thin to hide the anxiety creeping into his eyes ("Mr. Hoffman, things are not as you believe. I have always handled my responsibilities impartially and have never violated any regulations-"
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