Chapter 64
Author: Drew Pen
last update2026-03-09 23:44:42

By the time Margot stepped outside the courthouse, the sky had turned the dull gray of early evening. News vans lined the street like a barricade of flashing lights and satellite dishes. Reporters crowded behind metal barricades, shouting questions the moment they spotted her.

“Ms. Bellamy! Did your mother really threaten you in court?”

“Is Judge Blackwell connected to the trafficking ring?”

“Do you fear for your life?”

Sterling’s security team moved fast, forming a wall around her as they guid
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