With a heavy silence in his eyes, Lawrence turned to his son, George, his gaze lingering for a moment before shifting back to Maxwell, who stood waiting, tension palpable in the air.“But I need to...” Lawrence began, his voice trailing off as Maxwell interjected, his tone urgent. “There’s progress now, but we need your permission to proceed with the plan,” Maxwell said, his eyes steady and determined.Lawrence's interest piqued, his expression betraying a sudden shift. “Tell me about it,” he replied, leaning forward slightly, the weight of Maxwell’s words beginning to take hold.“We’ve obtained the phone of the man who attacked her, courtesy of the police,” Maxwell revealed, his words hanging in the air.Lawrence’s brow furrowed. “And how exactly does that help your investigation?” he asked, his voice edged with impatience. “We have pressing matters in the pack, so I need you to be quick.”Maxwell took a measured breath before responding, “That’s where you come in, Your Grace. We nee
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