Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire-Chapter 373: Rain’s Office

At the Prosecution Office, Rain was already preparing to leave work when Jane knocked on her office and said, "Prosecutor Lancaster, someone insisted on seeing you. She’s waiting at the greeting area. She’s Brenda Han, Prosecutor Han’s wife."

Rain frowned. Han had been one of Michael’s spies inside the prosecution office. Who would have thought? Her first encounter with him had been pleasant. He had even seemed nicer than Prosecutor Brown, Alexander’s man inside the prosecution. But then, looks could be deceiving.

"Let her in here then," she told Jane.

"Are you sure?" Jane reconfirmed, and Rain nodded with a reassuring smile. Jane left, and

Rain returned to her seat, quickly sending a message to Alexander that she would be delayed for a while.

Mrs. Han soon entered her office, startling Rain when she suddenly fell to her knees and cried out, "Please, help my husband! Someone is threatening him with my life and my son’s life, so he has no choice but to obey them. Please help Arthur not go to prison..."

Rain quickly got up from her chair to help the woman up. "Please don’t do that. Sit here properly," she said, guiding her to the nearest chair.

Mrs. Han sobbed, repeating, "My husband’s life is in danger, even in detention. Yesterday, he had a lot of bruises when I visited him. He’s not saying anything to keep me and our son safe, but I know well that he’s in danger."

Rain’s expression softened as she handed Mrs. Han a tissue, her mind already racing through possibilities. "Mrs. Han, I understand your fear, but I need to know everything if I’m going to help your husband. Michael is dead so who’s threatening him now? What exactly does this person or group want?"

"I don’t know. I asked him, but Arthur won’t speak about it," Mrs. Han said. She handed Rain a paper bag and added, "Here are all the things he left behind. He told me to destroy it all, saying it would save us, but I can’t, not knowing he’s sacrificing himself. I don’t know what’s in here, but I trust you, Prosecutor Lancaster, so I’m giving it all to you."

"His trial is in two days," Rain murmured, knowing she was the prosecutor in charge of the case.

"I know... so please... I realize I have no right to ask this of you, but please go through everything. I’m sure there’s something in there that could save his life or at least reduce his punishment," Mrs. Han pleaded.

Rain stared at the paper bag. It contained all of Arthur’s gadgets, several hard drives, USBs, and some documents.

She looked at Mrs. Han and said, "I can’t promise you anything, but I will go through the files and see if there’s any evidence that could help him."

Mrs. Han looked relieved, her eyes welling up with gratitude. "Thank you so much, Prosecutor Lancaster. I don’t know what I would do without your help."

Rain gave a small nod, offering a reassuring smile. "It’s my job, Mrs. Han. I’ll do everything I can."

The older woman reached out, giving Rain’s hand a gentle squeeze before walking toward the door.

Rain followed her out, ensuring she made it safely down the hallway. As Mrs. Han turned to leave, Rain gave her one last look.

"Take care of yourself," Rain said softly.

Mrs. Han smiled faintly, her voice trembling as she replied, "You too, Prosecutor Lancaster. And thank you again."

With that, she left, and Rain closed the door behind her. She then turned to Matt who was still at his desk and instructed, "Can we put security around Mrs. Han’s household? But I want it to be discreet."

Matt looked up from his desk, nodding quickly. "Got it. I’ll make sure it’s low profile, nothing too obvious. We’ll have someone monitoring, but no one will know."

Rain gave a slight nod, satisfied with his response. "Good. Let me know once everything’s in place."

Matt immediately started making calls, making arrangements. Rain turned back to her office and looked at the paper bag on her desk, her mind racing with thoughts of the trial and what could be hidden within those files.

She needed answers, fast.

Meanwhile, Alexander was inside his car in the parking lot with his driver and Tyron in the front. They had been there for almost twenty minutes already.

"Boss, I think we’re too early," Tyron commented.

"She said she’ll take a while," Alexander murmured, glancing at his wristwatch.

Then his mobile phone rang, it was Rain. She told him to go back home first because something had come up, and she needed to work overtime.

After the call ended, Alexander said, "Rain will be working overtime. Let’s grab some takeout for dinner first. I’ll bring it to her."

After picking up some lunchboxes, they headed back to the prosecution building.

"Have I ever visited my wife at her office before?" Alexander asked Tyron curiously as they stepped out of the car. He hadn’t informed Rain of his plan to stop by, and he didn’t know where her office was, so Tyron would guide him.

"It’ll be your first time, Boss," Tyron replied. "Madam Rain didn’t usually work overtime. She’s always done by the time you pick her up."

Alexander nodded thoughtfully. He could have gone home as she had asked, but he wanted to see her. The thought of watching her work intrigued him, and more than that, he was eager to eat dinner with her.

With Tyron leading the way, Alexander adjusted the bag of takeout in his hand and followed, anticipation building as they made their way toward Rain’s office.

"Is that Alexander Lancaster? That’s him, right?"

"He’s so handsome in person! Is he here to pick up his wife?"

Tyron grinned from ear to ear, noticing how his boss was drawing attention to the hallway as soon as they stepped out of the elevator onto the floor where Madam Rain’s office was.

With a wide smile, Tyron opened the door for the organized crime division office and said, "After you, Boss."

"What is this?" Alexander muttered under his breath.

Tyron followed his boss’s gaze. Madam Rain stood at a table, intently reviewing documents.

On either side of her, Matt and Marlon loomed around her closely while looking over the files she was discussing, their focused expressions mirroring hers. Directly in front of her, Prosecutor Wayne was leaning in closely, pointing at something in the papers, his face mere inches from hers.