Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 69: Chapter 69
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Watching stock prices plummet after my fake USB photo went out, Damon's father finally couldn't sit still.
A lawyer called, voice humble: "Miss Blackwood, we hope to meet privately and talk."
I chose that coffee shop.
Where Damon and I first met in my past life.
An hour early, I'd already notified police and clipped a recording device to my collar.
When Damon's father, Daniel Cross, entered the coffee shop, his air of superiority hit me like a wave.
He directly threw down a ten-million-dollar check: "Hand over the item, and we'll call it even."
I lit the check on fire, flames dancing in the ashtray.
"You're insane!" Daniel's face instantly turned iron-gray. "Do you know what you're refusing?"
"I know what I'm refusing." I put down the lighter. "But do you know what you just admitted?"
Furious and humiliated, he lowered his voice: "Even if you send Damon in jail, I have ways to get him out quickly! And you and your family will live in hell forever!"
My heartbeat began racing.
"Disobedient people always meet bad ends." He sneered, leaning closer. "Like that unwise old couple last time—how cleanly they died in that car accident."
My blood instantly turned ice-cold.
The truth about my parents' accident in my past life.
"What did you say?" My voice trembled.
"Playing dumb? You think your parents' car accident was coincidental?" His eyes held malicious satisfaction. "They investigated Damon's funding sources—wasn't that asking for death?"
"My son is just a tool. I'm the real mastermind. Do you know how much dirty money I've laundered over the years?" He gloated. "All those victims' money ultimately went into my accounts."
So that was it.
Damon was just a puppet—his father was the real orchestrator.
"Including Skye Rivers—I arranged her for Damon. Specifically to identify high-quality victims."
I trembled all over—not from anger, but from excitement.
"Mr. Cross, thank you for your honesty." I pressed the recording device, showing a victorious smile.
His face instantly went deathly pale: "You..."
Plainclothes officers lying in wait quickly surrounded us.
"Daniel Cross, you're under arrest for money laundering, contract killing, witness intimidation!"
He collapsed in his chair, eyes vacant: "Impossible... this can't be..."
I stood up, looking down at him: "Mr. Cross, there's a saying: 'Those who do evil will destroy themselves.'"
Three months later, the verdicts came down.
Damon Cross and Skye Rivers: fraud, evidence tampering—life imprisonment.
Daniel Cross: money laundering, contract killing, witness intimidation, organized crime—death penalty.
I walked out of the courthouse into blinding sunlight.
My parents waited by the entrance, Mom's eyes red and swollen, Dad hugging me tightly.
"Raven, it's all over."
No, it wasn't over.
I looked back at the courthouse building, where killers awaited justice for dozens of victim families.
My professor approached, handing me a recommendation letter: "Special Cases Law Firm—they specialize in these types of cases. I think it suits you perfectly."
I accepted the recommendation.
My past life's revenge was complete, but this world still held more Damon Crosses, more victims.
"Mom, Dad, let's go home."
Linking arms with them, I felt true rebirth for the first time.
Not vengeful rebirth, but protective rebirth.
This time, I would use legal weapons to protect more people from experiencing my past life's pain.
My phone rang—the Legal Evening News reporter: "Raven, there's a new case. The victim's family specifically requested your help..."
I looked toward the horizon and smiled.
The new battle was just beginning.
A lawyer called, voice humble: "Miss Blackwood, we hope to meet privately and talk."
I chose that coffee shop.
Where Damon and I first met in my past life.
An hour early, I'd already notified police and clipped a recording device to my collar.
When Damon's father, Daniel Cross, entered the coffee shop, his air of superiority hit me like a wave.
He directly threw down a ten-million-dollar check: "Hand over the item, and we'll call it even."
I lit the check on fire, flames dancing in the ashtray.
"You're insane!" Daniel's face instantly turned iron-gray. "Do you know what you're refusing?"
"I know what I'm refusing." I put down the lighter. "But do you know what you just admitted?"
Furious and humiliated, he lowered his voice: "Even if you send Damon in jail, I have ways to get him out quickly! And you and your family will live in hell forever!"
My heartbeat began racing.
"Disobedient people always meet bad ends." He sneered, leaning closer. "Like that unwise old couple last time—how cleanly they died in that car accident."
My blood instantly turned ice-cold.
The truth about my parents' accident in my past life.
"What did you say?" My voice trembled.
"Playing dumb? You think your parents' car accident was coincidental?" His eyes held malicious satisfaction. "They investigated Damon's funding sources—wasn't that asking for death?"
"My son is just a tool. I'm the real mastermind. Do you know how much dirty money I've laundered over the years?" He gloated. "All those victims' money ultimately went into my accounts."
So that was it.
Damon was just a puppet—his father was the real orchestrator.
"Including Skye Rivers—I arranged her for Damon. Specifically to identify high-quality victims."
I trembled all over—not from anger, but from excitement.
"Mr. Cross, thank you for your honesty." I pressed the recording device, showing a victorious smile.
His face instantly went deathly pale: "You..."
Plainclothes officers lying in wait quickly surrounded us.
"Daniel Cross, you're under arrest for money laundering, contract killing, witness intimidation!"
He collapsed in his chair, eyes vacant: "Impossible... this can't be..."
I stood up, looking down at him: "Mr. Cross, there's a saying: 'Those who do evil will destroy themselves.'"
Three months later, the verdicts came down.
Damon Cross and Skye Rivers: fraud, evidence tampering—life imprisonment.
Daniel Cross: money laundering, contract killing, witness intimidation, organized crime—death penalty.
I walked out of the courthouse into blinding sunlight.
My parents waited by the entrance, Mom's eyes red and swollen, Dad hugging me tightly.
"Raven, it's all over."
No, it wasn't over.
I looked back at the courthouse building, where killers awaited justice for dozens of victim families.
My professor approached, handing me a recommendation letter: "Special Cases Law Firm—they specialize in these types of cases. I think it suits you perfectly."
I accepted the recommendation.
My past life's revenge was complete, but this world still held more Damon Crosses, more victims.
"Mom, Dad, let's go home."
Linking arms with them, I felt true rebirth for the first time.
Not vengeful rebirth, but protective rebirth.
This time, I would use legal weapons to protect more people from experiencing my past life's pain.
My phone rang—the Legal Evening News reporter: "Raven, there's a new case. The victim's family specifically requested your help..."
I looked toward the horizon and smiled.
The new battle was just beginning.
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