Ace Attorney Online Novels & Stories

I replied, leaning back against the island stool. ​"My name is Arthur Pendelton, senior partner at Pendelton & Mercer Law Firm," the lawyer stated smoothly. "I am calling to request your presence at our downtown office this coming Monday at ten in the morning. We need you to review, sign, and officially receive the title deeds to your real estate properties and asset portfolio." ​I froze, my brow furrowing in instant confusion. "I'm sorry... I think you have the wrong number. What properties?" ​"This is Miss Eloise Vance, correct?" Mr. Pendelton verified, the sound of rustling paper echoing over the receiver. "Daughter of the late Mr. Jonathan Vance?"

she replied nervously. "Pull him out," I ordered, dropping the receiver back onto the hook. Sterling was the most ruthless family law attorney on my payroll. He charged two thousand dollars an hour and he never lost a case. Ten minutes later, my office doors swung open. Sterling walked in carrying his leather briefcase, followed closely by two junior associates. "Brian, this better be important," Sterling sighed, setting his briefcase on one of the guest chairs. "We are in the middle of restructuring the overseas accounts."

"Hello, Attorney James. It's Alda Harrington. Please respond; it's urgent." The moment I hit the button that says "sent," I got a notification on my I*******m that read: "Hey Alda, been a while. How are you and how is Tyler?" Attorney James was the lawyer I used to sign my house ownership over to Tyler. He was the same lawyer who helped me prepare the document I signed to hand over my eatery ownership to Tyler. And now, perhaps, he could help me, in my regretful state, send a divorce letter to Tyler so that I do not lose my house and eatery.

As we approached the elevator, I felt a sense of unease. The ride up was tense. Mr. Dela Cruz stood beside me, his face a mask of determination. He had that fierce look in his eyes—the look of a father ready to do whatever it took to protect his family. When the elevator doors opened, we found ourselves in front of a glass door with a gold plaque reading "Law Offices of Timothy Greer." We stepped inside, and a receptionist with perfectly styled hair and a cool expression looked up, her gaze sharp as she took us in.

Astor asked, feeling insulted by the implication that his lawyer wasn't good enough to handle serious legal matters. Lincoln held up his hands in a defensive gesture. "I apologize for seeming to undermine your confidence in me, sir. What I'm trying to say is that Chamber and Associates specializes in cases involving billions of dollars and international corporate law. They don't usually get involved unless someone with serious money and connections has hired them."

Unknown number. "Miss Reed?" A woman's voice. "This is Attorney Sarah Chen. I've been retained to represent Alvaro Reyes, Javier Torres, and Luciano Moretti." "By who?" "Their families. Collectively." She sounds efficient, professional. "I need to speak with you about the case. Are you available tomorrow morning?" "Yes. Anything." "Good. My office, 9 AM. I'll text you the address." She pauses. "Miss Reed? Don't speak to any federal agents without counsel present. Understand?"

“I suppose that means you want to continue with this arrangement.” She was quick to nod twice. Well, seemed like there was no turning back for her at least. He sighed. “Alright. I’ll have my lawyer start working on drawing up a contract. Her name is Angelina Watts. She’s a friend and my personal attorney. She might reach out to you if she needs any details from your end, possibly to discuss if you want to add any conditions of your own. I’m sure she can explain the entire process with more precision than I can right now, or have the time for, let’s be honest.”

"I'm calling Rachel. We do this right, with security, with precautions." Rachel agreed to meet them at Katherine Ross's office the following morning with a full security detail. She also ran a background check on the attorney overnight. "She's legitimate," Rachel reported over the phone that evening. "Partner at Morrison and Ross, specializes in estate law and probate. No criminal record, no known connections to Mirabel or the Carsons. Whatever she has to tell you appears to be genuine legal business." The next morning, Lucy and William arrived at the law firm with Rachel and two agents. The office was in a sleek downtown high-rise, all glass and chrome and expensive art.

“I will send you a list of attorneys who have a solid reputation. You can review them and decide who might be the best fit for your situation.” “Thank you, Mary. I appreciate your help with this,” I said, acknowledging her support. “Of course, Claire. If you need anything else, do not hesitate to reach out,” she said, maintaining her business like tone. “I will. And thank you again for handling this discreetly,” I added before ending the call. Shortly after, an email arrived with the list of lawyers Mary had promised. Without delay, I reviewed the names, one in particular catching my attention — Atty. Graciela Humphrey. Her credentials were impressive, and her approach seemed like what I nee

Jim looked at the female with him and then back at me before he said, "Brittany ..." I interrupted him and said, "I prefer to be called "Britt." "OK, fair enough Britt. Britt, I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Carol Jennings. Ms. Jennings is my partner in my firm and both of us are board-certified attorneys in the state of Texas. I have been Mr. Campbell's attorney for the past twenty-five years."