CHAPTER 142

As Romeo's mind raced with questions and uncertainties, the courtroom fell silent as the judge, a stern-looking man with a commanding presence, entered the room.

The judge, a matured man of about sixty years old, exuded an air of authority as he entered the courtroom.

Clad in a flowing black robe that billowed behind him, he moved with purpose, his steps echoing in the hushed chamber.

With a steady gaze and an unwavering demeanor, he commanded respect from all who beheld him.

Upon his presence, everyone in the courtroom stood up as a form of respect and solidarity to the judge.

Upon reaching the raised platform, the judge ascended the steps with measured strides, each movement deliberate and assured.

As he reached the high-backed chair at the center of the room, he paused, casting a penetrating glance over the assembled crowd.

With a slight nod, he settled into his seat, the weight of his presence filling the room and setting the tone for the proceedings to come.

"Order in the cou
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