Behind the scenes, Ambrose had pulled more than a few strings to make it happen. A quiet word here, a carefully placed call there, and the path had smoothed itself out as if the obstacles had never existed.
Violet was overwhelmed with gratitude. She had proposed dinner as a thank-you, something small but sincere, and Ambrose hadn't turned her down. He'd simply asked her to wait until the current storm had passed, and she'd agreed without hesitation, a warm smile lighting her face as she nodded.
Two weeks later, the news broke that the Prosecutor's Office had officially opened a case against Dalton Lawson. When Ambrose heard, he leaned back in his chair and exhaled slowly, feeling the tension drain from his shoulders for the first time in months. The war, fought with paper trails and poli
