They called him Weak, He Became Untouchable

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CHAPTER 155

The courthouse loomed over the city like a silent sentinel. Its marble pillars gleamed under the early morning sun, and the steps were already crowded with reporters, camera crews, and spectators eager to witness the downfall of a man once untouchable.

Nikolai Volkov arrived in his black suit, perfectly pressed, his posture straight, his expression controlled. He moved through the crowds with an air of command, though inside, a flicker of unease passed through him. Not fear, exactly. Pride and arrogance still clung to him like a second skin. But he knew this day would be different.

Andrea was there, sitting quietly with Gracie beside him. She didn’t look at Nikolai. Her composure and dignity were a silent accusation, and Nikolai felt the sting of it as acutely as if it were a physical blow.

Inside, the courtroom was packed. The judge, a woman in her late fifties with a stern expression and sharp eyes, presided over the proceedings. Journalists and photographers were allow