Chapter 18 - Julian Loses Everything He Desperately Tried To Steal
The holding cell at the federal courthouse smelled of harsh disinfectant and metallic despair. Julian sat on the narrow metal bench, staring blankly at the concrete floor with bruised hands and a swollen lip.
The heavy cell door unlocked, and his defense attorney stepped inside, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "The federal prosecutor is offering no plea deals, Julian," the lawyer stated bluntly.
"What are you talking about?! You're supposed to get me out of here!" Julian shouted, standing up aggressively. "The evidence against you is airtight," the lawyer continued, ignoring his outburst.
"The offshore transfers, the forged deeds, the conspiracy charges with your mother's syndicate—it's all documented." Julian sank back down onto the metal bench, his hands shaking uncontrollably as reality finally set in.
He had spent his entire life scheming, manipulating, and hunting for easy wealth that didn't belong to him. Now, he was facing twenty years in federal prison with absolutely nothing to show for his greed.
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"Where is my mother?" Julian whispered hoarsely, staring at the floor. "She's still recovering in the hospital under federal guard," the lawyer replied quietly, turning toward the cell door.
The heavy steel door slammed shut behind the attorney, locking Julian away in the dark isolation of his own making. The great ambition of the Mercer family had officially ended behind iron bars.
