CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT: RUTHLESS

Jonathan sat in his expansive office, the midday sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the bustling city below. His mind raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he awaited the arrival of Robert Andrews, his long-time lawyer and confidant. The past few months had been a relentless storm of accusations and legal battles that threatened to unravel everything he had painstakingly built over the years. The door swung open, and Robert entered with a stack of folders under his arm, his expression a blend of professional composure and cautious optimism. He nodded curtly as he approached Jonathan’s desk. “Robert,” Jonathan greeted him, his voice cool and controlled. “Please, have a seat.” Robert nodded in acknowledgment and took the seat opposite Jonathan, placing the folders on the desk between them. His gaze was steady, revealing none of the internal turmoil that had plagued him during the course of defending his client. “I trust you have good news for