The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 340

Inside the locked room, Florence paced anxiously, her mind racing faster in these past thirty minutes than it had in the last three years.

Panic gnawed at her chest as she frantically searched for a way out—for herself and her precious son.

Suddenly, the lock clicked, and the door swung open.

Florence turned sharply as Ricardo, their family lawyer, stepped inside.

“Ricardo! Thank God!” Florence rushed toward him. “You have to understand—I didn’t plan any of this. James didn’t kill anyone! You must help us!”

Ricardo set his briefcase down on the table and sat across from them, his expression grim.

“I’m doing everything I can.”

Florence grabbed the table, her knuckles white.

“Ricardo, this is a huge mistake! We shouldn’t even be here!”

“Listen carefully, Mrs. Lancaster,” Ricardo said calmly.

“This isn’t about guilt or innocence anymore. If the authorities say James killed that girl, then in their eyes, he’s guilty.”

Florence stared at him in disbelief. “What are you saying? Where is the justice in that?”

Ricardo sighed deeply.

“This isn’t about justice. Innocent or guilty, once the police decide, it’s done. It’s all part of a game, and right now, we’re losing.”

James slammed his fist on the table. “I didn’t do it!”

“Believe me,” Ricardo’s voice fell to a weary whisper, “some of the men locked up are innocent. It doesn’t matter. They’ll still rot behind bars for decades.”

Florence’s face drained of color as the reality sank in.

Prison meant a lifetime behind those cold, iron bars—no escape, no hope.

“Ricardo,” she pleaded desperately, eyes brimming with tears, “please, tell me you’ve found something. Anything!”

Ricardo hesitated briefly, then leaned forward.

“I have found one way out for both of you. But I’m not sure you’ll agree to it.”

Florence’s eyes brightened urgently. “What is it? Tell us!”

“The officer handling your case is on Gilbert Guise’s payroll. If Guise tells him you’re innocent, the charges will vanish.”

“Guise?” Florence frowned. “You mean Gilbert Guise, the son of Herbert Guise, the governor of Paris State?”

Ricardo nodded solemnly. “Exactly.”

Florence’s heart sank. “But I don’t have any connection to him.”

Ricardo raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because that’s not what I heard.”

“What did you hear?” Florence’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Ricardo leaned back, studying her carefully.

“Sophia Lancaster was spotted having dinner with Gilbert Guise just last night. It’s the talk of Paris.”

“Rumor is, he’s always had a thing for her. Apparently, he once said he wanted to marry Sophia when she was still modeling.”

Florence froze, stunned.

She had spent years trying to set Sophia up with Charles Kingston, only to watch that pathetic fool lose favor with his own family.

But Gilbert Guise—he was practically royalty.

The Guise family ruled Paris, a state far richer and more powerful than Vancouver. If Sophia married Gilbert, it would be the greatest triumph of Florence’s life.

A fierce determination lit up Florence’s eyes. “If that’s true, then this will be easy. Sophia can fix everything.”

Ricardo shrugged uncertainly.

“I don’t know. I saw Sophia outside. She seemed hesitant—almost unwilling—to involve him.”

Florence slammed her hand on the table, making everyone flinch.

“What?! I need to talk to her—now!”

Within ten minutes, Sophia stood reluctantly in front of her mother, eyes avoiding Florence’s piercing stare.

“Sophia,” Florence demanded sharply, wasting no time, “call Gilbert Guise immediately. He’s our only hope.”

Sophia shifted uneasily, looking away.

“Mom, let’s leave Guise out of this. I’m working on it another way. I hired a detective to investigate. Please, just give him a little more time.”

Florence’s voice rose dangerously.

“Sophia, Guise can end this nightmare right now! Why are you being so stubborn?”

Sophia shook her head firmly. “I don’t want to ask him, Mom.”

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