OVERRULED | S&C1

OVERRULED | S&C1

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The Speartin & Co Series: Book One When newlywed socialite Elaine Carter is brutally murdered, celebrity Marcus Hayes becomes the prime suspect. Prosecutor Namya "Nami" Arora is determined to see him convicted, but defense attorney Conan Spearman isn't so sure. What begins as a high-profile murder trial quickly spirals into a dangerous game of secrets, blackmail, and corruption-and Nami and Conan find themselves caught in the middle. As the courtroom battles intensify, so does the tension between them. Once adversaries, Nami and Conan are forced to confront their past, their attraction, and the truth behind a crime that could destroy more than just lives. In a city where everyone has something to hide, who can be trusted-and who will pay the ultimate price?
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The room smelled faintly of ink and stale coffee. Joong sat stiffly under the yellow light, hands resting on the cold steel table, answering the inspector's questions with steady precision. He had nothing to hide-or so he thought. Across from him, Inspector Pond tapped his pen against the file. "You said you left the bar around midnight. Alone?" Joong nodded. "Yes." The door opened before Pond could press further. A tall man stepped inside, confident without being intrusive. His tone was smooth, casual, as though he had every right to interrupt. "Not alone," the stranger corrected, sliding a glance at Joong. "He was with me." Pond frowned, pen frozen mid-tap. "And you are...?" "Dunk," the man supplied, offering a polite half-smile. "We shared drinks. Then we left together. You can check the bartender-he'll confirm. I walked him home myself." Joong blinked. He didn't know this man. He had never seen him before. And yet Dunk's words carried the weight of truth, every syllable deliberate, leaving no space for suspicion. Pond studied them both for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. His instincts itched, but the alibi was too clean, too precise. Finally, he scribbled something in his file. "...Alright. You're free to go."

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