Chapter 25 - THE TRIAL OF WALL STREET
Three weeks later, the federal courthouse in Lower Manhattan was packed with international journalists and legal teams.
Julian Vance sat at the defense table in an orange prison jumpsuit, his dark hair messy and his wrists handcuffed to his waist belt.
Beside him sat his mother, Eleanor, looking gaunt and defeated as federal prosecutors presented mountain of financial evidence.
Willow sat in the front row of the gallery, wearing a dignified dark navy suit, holding Gabriel's hand tightly.
The judge slammed his wooden gavel onto the bench, calling the court to order for the final sentencing phase.
"Julian Vance, you have shown a complete lack of remorse for your extensive financial crimes and domestic abuse," the judge declared sternly.
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"I sentence you to twenty-two years in federal penitentiary without the possibility of early parole."
Julian let out a pathetic, stifled sob, collapsing his head onto the defense table as his mother screamed in horror.
