Evidence appeared across the table one piece after another.
Medical photographs, surveillance footage from the guest house, and financial records proving every illegal transfer.
Then the Ferguson family’s chief defense attorney rose to his feet.
“My client is the victim of a targeted military vendetta led by Colonel Gardner,” he argued.
I nearly laughed aloud, but instead remained silent while watching his growing des.pe.ra.tion.
“The Colonel has used her high rank to intimidate a respected family and ru!n their business,” he continued.
Patricia glanced toward me before offering a smug, victorious nod.
Then the heavy oak courtroom doors slowly swung open with a long creak.
An elderly gentleman with white hair and a silver-handled cane entered, walking with calm, deliberate dignity.
The mood inside the room changed instantly, and even the judge rose respectfully to greet him.
I recognized him immediately as General Marcus Ferguson, the company’s founder and Patricia’s father-in-law.
