Jack stood in his room, facing the window. He twirled a glass of wine in his hand, a calm expression on his face. Behind him were Jane and Brandon. They remained quiet, their faces pulled taut. No emotion could be detected.“James' company is now in ashes,” Jack began. “He's very desperate now… What's the saying? A cornered rat is very dangerous…?”He walked toward his study desk, and placed the glass gently. He then turned around and faced his aides. “What do you think?”Brandon and Jane exchanged glances. The latter spoke afterward, “He will definitely match here to kill Margaret.”“Yeah,” Jack replied. “I'm aware of his ‘meticulous’ plan. How he wants to use Darlington as a decoy to kill my sister.”Brandon blinked. How was the boss so calm talking, when his sister's life was in danger? If he were the one in his shoes, he would have lost his mind.“But I have the upper hand,” Jack continued. “He doesn't know I'm still alive. So, I'll use this to my biggest advantage.”“How do you p

Two days later…Kansas City’s High Court was packed. Federal marshals lined the perimeter, while press cameras silently captured the proceedings from the designated gallery. Presiding over the bench was Judge Maria Hales, a member of the Hales family. She was Fredrick’s relative, a veteran jurist known for her zero tolerance for corruption.Jack sat down silently. The others were also here with him. They weren't only here as witnesses. They were all here to see what would become of James Whitefield and the others. Things like this only happened in novels and movies.“All rise for the Honorable Judge Maria Hales,” the bailiff announced.When the courtroom settled, James Whitefield was led in. He was bound in heavy wrist-cuffs and leg irons, his expression dreary. His tailor-made suits were gone, replaced by an orange inmate jumpsuit. He lowered his sunken eyes, not daring to look at anyone.Standing beside Jack Neuman at the prosecution table was Jane Foyers. She was dressed in a sharp