He Gave Away My House During the Vows, So I Canceled the Marriage Chapter 07

He Gave Away My House During the Vows, So I Canceled the Marriage Chapter 07

Margaret came from a small town. She had never seen anything like this in her life.

She still thought she could solve problems the way she did back home, by making a scene.

She tugged at Jason’s sleeve and pointed at Thomas, shrieking, “Jason! Say something! You told me Lily’s family was all dead! So where did this uncle come from?”

Thomas didn’t raise his voice. He just looked at her. And that single cold look was enough to silence her completely.

“When my sister and her husband passed away, I was overseas handling a merger. I couldn’t make

it back.”

“Lily is my niece in name, but I love her like my own daughter. She’s just too stubborn. The only

thing she ever asked me for was to help you find a job.”

He turned to Jason. “The one thing she didn’t listen to me about was marrying you.”

Jason’s lips trembled until he finally forced out a full sentence. “Mr. Mitchell… Mr. Mitchell, I was wrong… If I had known, I never would have dared…”

“You wouldn’t have dared?” Thomas raised an eyebrow, his face hard. “So what you’re saying is, if

Lily didn’t have me as her uncle, you would have felt free to treat her however you wanted?”

Jason Whitmore, a top-tier lawyer who could argue anyone down in a courtroom, stood there mute

as a fish.

Henry was sweating buckets. He rubbed his hands together and stepped up to Thomas. “Mr.

Mitchell, please calm down.”

“Jason is young and stupid. He made a mistake today. How about we go back to the reception? I’ll have him apologize with a drink-”

Thomas’s gaze cut Henry off mid-sentence.

“Henry,”

“Your firm’s contract with Mitchell Law Group ends this year,” Thomas said evenly. “If you say

one more word on his behalf, we won’t be renewing it.”

Henry’s face went white. He stood there for a long moment, then bowed deeply to Thomas and

turned and ran.

The hallway fell quiet again.

Thomas turned back to me. He slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

Then he pulled over two chairs and gestured for me to sit down with him.

“Now. Let’s settle things one by one.”

“First. The house.”

Thomas dialed a number and put it on speaker.

A respectful voice answered immediately. “Hello, Mr. Mitchell.”

“Nick, where are you?”

“At the hotel entrance. Coming in now.”

“Good. Bring the gift revocation petition and the recording equipment.”

He hung up and looked at Jason, whose face had gone gray.

“Did you really think you could move that money through enough accounts that I wouldn’t find it?”

“You’re clever, I’ll give you that. Buying gold with her card, selling it privately, then depositing the

cash into your own account.”

“But you forgot one thing. Bullion exchanges require ID verification.”

He pulled a sheet of paper from his wallet. It was covered with transaction records, printed in tiny

type.

“This isn’t a civil dispute, Jason. You’re looking at criminal conversion of property. The amount is well into felony territory. Minimum five years.”

Jason started shaking. He collapsed to the floor, his body trembling violently.

His lips moved, but only incoherent sounds came out.

Thomas didn’t let him catch his breath. “Second charge: threatening to disclose Lily’s medical records.”

“Her depression diagnosis is protected health information. You not only accessed it without

authorization, you also threatened to distribute it.”

“That constitutes criminal harassment. Do you really expect to retain your law license after this?”

Before Jason could respond, Thomas continued.

“Third issue. At your level, a partner’s maximum monthly compensation is eighteen thousand dollars. Yet the bank statement your mother proudly presented showed deposits exceeding forty thousand.”

“Where is the additional twenty thousand coming from?”

Thomas opened a folder and set it down in front of Jason. The edge struck the bridge of his nose, leaving a red mark.

“The three merger deals you handled: each client company overpaid nearly three hundred

thousand dollars in so-called consulting fees.”

“Every cent was funneled into your personal accounts. You thought you were untouchable, didn’t you?”

“Those CFOs? I’ve known them for over twenty years. I called them, and they sent over the transfer

records before I even finished asking.”

Thomas stood up and looked down at Jason.

“Jason Whitmore, you are now facing charges of commercial bribery. Under federal law, that carries five to ten years in prison, along with asset forfeiture.”

The hallway was so quiet Jason’s teeth were chattering.

“Three counts in total. We’ll combine them.”

Thomas paused, his voice turning flat.

“Jason. Your life is over.”