"Your Honor, I object!" I stood, my voice firm and clear, cutting through the tense atmosphere of the packed courtroom.The opposing attorney, a smug man in a tailored gray suit, smirked as he leaned on the plaintiff's table. "Objection to what, Miss Lancaster? The truth?" His tone was laced with condescension.The judge, a stern woman with silver hair pulled into a tight bun, lifted her hand. "Overruled. Miss Lancaster, take your seat."I gritted my teeth and sat down, clenching my fists under the table. Elias, sitting beside me, reached over and squeezed my hand. His eyes, filled with quiet resolve, met mine."You've got this," he whispered.I drew in a breath, forcing myself to stay calm. This was more than a courtroom battle—it was a fight for our future and the legacy of Westbrook Industries. Selene's betrayal had pushed us to this point, but I refused to let her win.The opposing attorney cleared his throat, stepping closer to the jury box. "Ladies and gentlemen, let me remind y
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