Asher’s Point of View
I narrowed my eyes, my gaze not leaving David Moore; he was the lawyer who was supposed to fight Scarlett’s case, the famous lawyer in this country, and I've paid him any amount he wanted. Did he think he could just drop the case while my wife was in jail?
“Mister Black, please let me out of this case; it's nearly impossible to win it, and I don't think Miss Scarlett can ever get bail.” His voice trembling, beads of sweat forming on his face, I slammed the coin I had in my hand on the table with a loud thud. He flinched, moving back on the chair.
“I'm giving you a day to get my wife out of that damned jail.” My eyes pierced right into his, my jaws clenched. “If you don't, then get ready to bury your wife and your kids. I'm sure you don't want that, do you?” My voic
