Ace Attorney Walkthrough Novels & Stories

Walked to the door. "Emma," Morrison said. She turned. "She is family," he said. "But you are my attorney. If at any point the line between those two things becomes unclear, you come to me." Emma looked at him. At the thirty years of reading rooms behind his eyes. "I will," she said. She walked out with the folder under her arm and the specific knowledge that somewhere in a corner apartment on the fourth floor of her building, Raines Webster was already awake and already thinking about what came next.

“Even if nothing else comes of this. I'm glad I got to see your face.” Then she walked out without looking back. I sat there just staring at the card. My phone buzzed. Alex. Then Sal. Then Dominic. I didn't check any of them, picked up the card instead. Rachael Brown. Attorney at Law. Boston. I blanked. My chest tightened for some odd reason. She was a lawyer. Just like out father. Was that a bad thing?

"They've added a second lawyer. Someone who specializes in corporate cases, not family law." Bella absorbed that. " So he's bringing a threat into a simple negotiation meeting." "Yes, he's reminding you this isn't just about family court," Carlos said, setting his plate in the sink. "Don't give the second lawyer any attention. Act like you expected them to be there." "Well I did expect something like this to happen anyway" Bella replied. Carlos almost smiled. "Then we're ready." The drive downtown took only twenty-two minutes. Bella sat in the back without looking at her phone or reading through the document again. She'd already gone over everything she wanted to say. Now she just needed to

"Are you seriously going to play the innocent victim now? Look at her! After scheming for who knows how long!" "Quiet, Jade," Eleanor commanded sharply, instantly cutting her granddaughter off. With a curt nod toward her attorney, she murmured, "Mr. Harrison, if you would." What followed next was a blur. Mr. Harrison calmly summarized the transfer of Eleanor Walker's privately held assets and directed Emma's attention to the relevant documents before her. There were words she recognized, others she didn't, references to deeds, ownership, irrevocable transfers and legal instruments, but by the time he had finished, only one thing remained perfectly clear.

"I am not going to panic in that room. What do we need to do?" Cross studied her face for a moment, his shoulders finally relaxing just a fraction. He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a yellow legal pad. "We run a mock-deposition right here. I need to know exactly how you handle pressure before we step into their high-rise offices downtown. His lead attorney is a guy named Henderson. He is clinical, he is aggressive, and he will try to bait you into an emotional response." Cross tapped his pen against the pad. "Let's begin. State your full name and your official relationship to the defendant."

I should have woken up earlier, but moving from one house to another all night had been exhausting. Once I was finished, I settled into my car and drove to the law firm. After parking, I made my way to the CEO’s office as directed. When I reached his door, I paused to smooth my dress. He wasn't just anyone. Williams Jerkins is one of the top attorneys with the most successful law firms in the country—a self-made billionaire who made his fortune through various businesses, especially in stock exchanges. Leading his family firm is purely out of passion. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door to the imposing office. A wave of nervousness washed over me as I stepped inside.

she pleaded. Rachel ignored her, smoothing her hair with one hand before opening our front door. Light from powerful flashlights immediately swept across her face. "Good evening, gentlemen," she said, her voice carrying the confident authority I remembered from our first meeting years ago. "I'm Rachel Winters, family attorney. Mr. Henderson and Ms. Mitchell are unavailable at the moment. I'd be happy to assist you." From my position in the shadows, I could make out two broad-shouldered men in tactical gear standing on our porch. Behind them, car headlights illuminated a slim figure emerging from the middle SUV.

Like I'm doomed to be this asshole of a man forever. The door opens and the mediator walks in the room before I can continue my self-psychoanalysis. My attorney, a guy by the name of Ronald Weaver, exchanges pleasantries with him before they sit down and we begin the tedious process of dividing all the assets Mariana and I have.

Reggie referred to me as his daughter, which I thought was the best way for him to introduce me, confirming my status here. “This is the first time we've all gathered here. But there's no reason to be awkward.” He then glanced at me, as if asking for my approval, and I nodded slowly, though my heart was still full of question marks. “Ace, as the eldest, perhaps you could start to introduce yourself first?” The man across from me nodded in a calm and confident manner. “Okay, everyone, my name is Atticus—or Ace—Vance. I'm an attorney at the Hayes & Chan Law Firm.” I glanced at Reggie, asking silently, and he nodded.

I added a new task to my calendar: get a therapist. I didn’t, however, have to meet the real estate agent, as he would need to do a walk-through of the property to get that going. I didn’t want Noah to know what I was doing just yet, but there was also a secret room in the basement that would have a normal person asking questions. But I retained him for future use. Finally, the divorce attorney, Mr. Park. His office wasn’t as lavish as Brett’s—I don’t know why I feel like I was on a first-name basis with her—but it definitely told you that he had class.