Chapter 311
Author: Youngblood
last update2026-01-04 21:58:44

The atmosphere in the courtroom shifted palpably the moment they entered. It was a subtle current, a change in pressure.

All eyes turned toward the doors as Julia walked in with Chance, a step behind her like a shield. Chloe and two of Leo's most discreet but alert security personnel flanked them.

Their entrance was a statement of defiance, a reclaiming of narrative. Julia held her head high, her gaze sweeping the room with a calm, regal authority that seemed to dare anyone to question her right to be there.

From the plaintiff's table, Sandy Thorne felt a chill that had nothing to do with the courtroom's air conditioning. Her eyes were locked not on Julia, but on the woman who had just taken her place at the defense table: Ava Rennet.

Ava’s presence was a shockwave. Sandy had not expected her to be the defending lawyer not after her license was revoked because of the scandal with Gerald Seth. Seeing her here, polished, prepared, and radiating a quiet, lethal competence, was a direct
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