Page 96 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Okay. I will explain when this is over. Please? I am here to represent you.”

My laughter is so loud that the judge looks over at me and is not amused.

“What is going on?” The judge asks.

Adjusting his suit jacket, Michael stands up. “Your honor. I am representing Miss Savannah Richmond.”

She frowns, and her glasses slip down the bridge of her nose. “Miss Richmond, are you changing your counsel on the last day of trial? When the final evidence and closing remarks are to be made? You should know that this is highly irregular.”

I yank hard on Michael’s sleeve, forcing him to bend until my lips reach his ears. “If you are working with Alice, you’d better tell me right now. Because I swear, I will find a way out of prison, and I will haunt you for the rest of your life. Mark my words.”

He laughs.

The kind I used to know.

And like.

That made my heart flutter.

But I keep a frown on my face.

“I thought you told Peter that you don’t have any hope of winning my case?” I whisper harshly.

He yelps softly when I smack his arm. “Ow! I promise you, I am not working with or for Alice. I couldn’t explain it to youwhen you showed up, but I have been meeting with her because I know she’s the one who framed you,” he explains.

“I just needed to get proof, and now I have. I promise you, I won’t let you go to prison now or ever.”

For some reason, I am not shocked that Alice killed Brandon and framed me. What I am is curious as to why she did it. But I see the conviction in Michael’s eyes, and it reminds me of the time he reached for me in the car after they found the knife in my house.

How he told me that I would be vindicated in the end.

What is the worst that could happen?

I glance at Peter. He gives me a thumbs up.

I turn to the judge, swallowing hard as I nod. “Yes. I would like to change my counsel. I will go through any procedural requirements, and I apologize for the delay.”

She doesn’t look pleased, but I would rather incur her wrath than go to jail. My heart beats with the hope of freedom, and this time, I let it take flight.

The judge sighs. “Alright then. The court will take a twenty-minute recess so that the change can be implemented.”

Twenty minutes later, and with a stronger resolve, the trial resumes.

Michael approaches the bench.

“Your Honor, esteemed members of the jury, I stand before you with a matter of utmost importance,” his words reverberate through the room, commanding attention, “On this final day of trial, I bring new evidence that has only recently come to light. Evidence that has the potential to change the entire course of this case.”

The courtroom fills with an electric buzz. And as expected, the prosecuting lawyer intervenes. They argue back and forth until Michael manages to prove to the judge that the evidence had onlyjustcome to light.

“With the court’s permission, I would like to introduce Exhibit A.”

He picks up an envelope from the stack of other items on the table after the judge gives him the go-ahead and he pulls out the knife.

Everyone gasps.

Even me.

Where did that knife come from, and what is its importance?

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