That room full of elites, those dozens of top minds charging thousands of US dollars per hour, that legal war machine operating with the efficiency of a precision instrument…
All of these vast resources existed solely to protect the private interests of a single oligarch.
Meanwhile, just a few blocks away in municipal court, countless ordinary people like Margaret couldn't even afford a lawyer for a few hundred dollars. Their most basic right to appeal was unprotected, leaving them to despair in an endless wait.
He was shaken—he even felt a shudder, a primal tremor.
It wasn't fear of Morganfield himself, but of this system of rules, a system completely warped by money and armed to the teeth.
Before that army of lawyers, so-called fairness and justice were as fragile as a piece of scrap paper.
Roosevelt, keenly sensing the shift in Leo's mood, spoke up. "This is the American justice system, Leo."
"It's like a luxury hotel."
