Ace Attorney Walkthrough Novels & Stories

"I want to get everything right from the start." "I'll be happy to," Ace said. "I've never worked with anybody on day one like that." "Well, after seeing this transformation here, I'm a little sorry he has to sell it." "You know, that's happened before." Ace led them inside. "I've had a couple of clients who decided not to move after I staged their house. Pissed off the realtor something fierce." "Well, David couldn't say enough good things about you," said Steven, who came in with the rest of the supplies.

Anna, Carly, and Celine took their seats, and after an awkward silence, Carly said, “Let’s begin.” Celine paid little attention to what the attorneys were saying. They were talking about the exact measurements and coordinates of her property. How many acres were flat, how many were forested, etcetera, and so forth. Instead, Celine was focused on the buyer, who had yet to introduce themselves or turn around. It made her very curious. She remembered the conversation that she had with Carly yesterday. “People work through attorneys like this when there are barriers to contacting the other party. But your number, website, and social media accounts are all ways they could have initiated contact w

Beth was still in the kitchen, sipping tea and nibbling on a muffin like the weekend hadn’t just exploded into chaos. “Get dressed,” I said. “We’re meeting with the district attorney.” Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t ask questions. Just nodded and disappeared down the hall. The drive was silent. Not tense—just… heavy. We’d been waiting for this moment, dreading it, bracing for it. The trial. The confrontation. The testimony neither of us wanted to give. But the air already felt different. When we stepped into the DA’s office, ADA Hernandez stood to greet us, his expression neutral but polite. Next to him sat a woman with a clipboard and warm, steady eyes.

The four of us enter the elevator and make our way to the lobby in silence, each of us contemplating the same question: is it possible to reach a satisfactory agreement? My brothers and I arrived at the Attorney's office. The office comprises a team of attorneys, each with their own area of expertise. As we walked down the hallway, people made way for us. We were dressed in suits, two by two, with our sunglasses on. Though we may have come across as intimidating, we were just there to seek legal advice. We were guided by an assistant to a conference room where we found my parents and Cadee waiting for us. We took our seats and shortly after, our attorney arrived to join us.

This is it. Time to go see my new pack. I look back at him and nod. “I will be seeing you all a lot sooner than you’d expect. Keep your schedules flexible,” Atticus says. Valerie and Zade nod before Atticus walks me to the awaiting car, motioning to his driver that he’s got it and opens the door for me. I get in and he closes the door, going around the other side where his driver opens the door and closes it once Atticus is inside.

Like I was nothing. She wanted a war? Fine. I paced the foyer while waiting, rehearsing. She broke in. She threatened me. She has no legal right. I checked my reflection in the hallway mirror, smoothed down my robe. I needed to look composed. Victimized. Sympathetic. My hands were shaking. I shoved them in my pockets. The doorbell rang and I rushed to open it, forcing my face into something tragic. Attorney Leonard Hayes stepped inside with his briefcase. One of the most ruthless family attorneys in the country. I'd paid him a fortune for this house call, but it'd be worth it to see Millie dragged out by police.

But no matter how hard I tried, my gaze kept drifting to the building directly across the narrow street that had a discreet brass plate beside its entrance. Harrington & Associates. Estate Law. My late father's attorney. I had been here several times. And all of the times, I had been turned away before I made it past the first pleasantry I tried to exchange. It was already past six. They must have closed for the day. Otherwise, I was already feeling the strong urge to barge in there right now and demand what's mine. And I wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. "You know what the difference is," Elgin said, cutting a thin slice of the aged comté and examining it with focused attention, "bet

I asked. The attorney looked at me then at Alice. She made a surprised face. I had no clue at this point if I would be mated or marked by the time the baby arrived. I needed to plan, be prepared. My baby would NOT be a Greco, of that I was certain. “I do but I don’t think you want to do anything so drastic. Luca has cared and provided for you very well,” he said, getting an envelope out of his drawer. “I’ll just need you to sign this acknowledging receipt,” the attorney said, pointing at a paper on his desk.

she asked, her eyes scanning the schedule on her computer screen. "Yes, I do," I said, trying to hide my nervousness. The receptionist nodded and stood up, her smile still plastered on her face. "Okay, let me show you to his office." She walked ahead of me, leading me down the hallway to a door with a small plaque that read "Mr. Jack, Attorney at Law". She knocked softly on the door, and a deep, resonant voice called out from inside. "Come in." The receptionist opened the door and gestured for me to enter. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, trying to prepare myself for what was to come.

A little human warmth—even from a stranger—was a rare thing in my world. [Thank you. I’ll send an update when I land.] I set the phone down and exhaled. Tomorrow would be a gauntlet of meetings and contract renewals, plus Brooke Caldwell was sending over a fleet of lawyers to pick apart my projections. I needed to look like an expert, not a ghost. On the other side of the ridge, Grant Walker stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass of the Walker Ridge Estate, his dark robe hanging loose over his shoulders. He was rereading the thread for the tenth time.