Chapter 288
Author: Youngblood
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Ava counted off on her fingers, each point a hammer blow.

“One. You destroyed my career. By leaking those photos, you gave the prosecution—and the public—irrefutable evidence of an ‘improper relationship’ between the lead investigator and the defense. That’s not just a scandal; it’s case-ending malpractice. My license is now suspended. My reputation is garbage.”

Janelle’s eyes filled with fresh tears. “But he said you couldn’t be trusted anymore…”

“He lied,” Ava said, the words flat and final. “They wanted me off the board because I was getting too close to the truth. You were their tool to remove me.”

She held up a second finger.

“Two. You destroyed Gerald’s career and life. He was a decorated CSSA Inspector. He was hunting the real conspiracy. You gave his enemies the perfect weapon to discredit him publicly, get him suspended, and turn him into a fugitive. The man who could have helped uncover the truth about what really happened between President Julia and Bruce Linncooln is now h
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