Mistress to my cruel savior

e desk. "Let's get straight to the point, the money you wired to the offshore accounts

in the interrogation room for further questioning "Look.." Mr Thomas leans towards the table placing his hands

"... So explain this." He said, leaning in his seat and placing his ri

re illegal, probably for drug business. "I swear I don't know what or how..." The director quickly interrupted, "Mr. Thomas, look, I don't want to make this hard

d said "Think about it. Think about your daughter." Immediately, Mr Thomas raise

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ore putting it on his ear. "Everything has been handled perfectly, for now, we should be off their track." The voice on the other side spoke, "What

ell, Mr Thomas, you have to take the blame. I need to save

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errogation room. She hugged him tightly, shedding tears uncontrolla

tears. She grabbed the seat and sat close to him. "Well, for now, I can't say but I believe someone is trying to frame me to cover his illegal

d, interrupting their conversation. The director

ough. Two agents came in and were about to take Mr Thomas away before he finally spoke, "Willa, I

orted to the court where

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people, a case had been attend

d declare him not guilty." The judge said, hitti

ave a confident smile to his client. "Thank you Mr Damain." Mr Fei appreciated Damien, s

ent in money laundering was presented to the judge, he gave his verdict. "With all evidence showing Mr Thomas in money launder

from her seat, trying to approach her father but the police officer standing by the witness box refused her any chance of

e floor. He was quickly rushed out of the courtr

His legal expertise isn't for free. He walked towards her and helped her up to her feet, "Here," he offered his hand to Willa tr

and saw the name boldly written on

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raced the ceiling before the tip of his nose was hit by the smell of drugs and ant

e discovered that his left arm was in cuffs

you feeling Sir," he asked, trying to check on his vita

her Dad. "Thank goodness, Dad," She said, hu

rry Dad," she pulled away from him, "w

requested of her and stepped out of the room. Willa stood

he doctor with a low tune, not sure of how to break the n

isn't good. "So doctor, will he be alright?" She asked, trying to wipe away her tears.

gh her heart. She couldn't process what the do

e wardroom where her father had been admitted. And