Chapter 344
Author: Youngblood
last update2026-01-23 23:23:50

The buzzer sounded, calling them back to the courtroom. Ava squared her shoulders, the weary advocate replaced by a legal warrior. She was no longer playing defense. She was about to lay siege.

As they walked into the bustling hallway, Gerald leaned close, his final whisper barely audible over the din. “Buy us the night, Ava. Just one night.”

She gave a slight, determined nod and pushed through the doors, back into the lion’s den, armed with nothing but a gamble and the fragile, world-changing
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