CHAPTER 57-FOOLED

Former senator Abigail Harrison seeted with rage, her face bore the telltale signs of desperation and simmering evil. She paced restlessly in her room, her eyes ablaze with fury as the recent acquittal of Henry Constantine, the Wellington's son-in-law she had unjustly framed for a string of heinous murders, had sent shockwaves through her carefully constructed facade.

Henry, now exonerated, posed a significant threat to her carefully cultivated criminal empire.

Driven by an insatiable lust for power, Harrison had long been an accomplice to the notorious drug lords. Her influence had extended far and wide, allowing her to manipulate the political landscape and shield her nefarious activities from the prying eyes of the law.

But with Constantine's release, her carefully orchestrated web of deception was unraveling. The time had come for Harrison to act swiftly and decisively.

She reach to the phone and dialed a number, "Gibson, this is Abigal."

President Dewey on the other lined wa