Ace Attorney Walkthrough Novels & Stories

It’s as if he knows something we don’t. We’re led to a conference room where a lawyer sits at the head of the table. Stephanie and I sit on one side of the table while Ellis and Elena sit across from us. “We are here today to read the Last Will and Testament of Alpha Steph Fletcher. My name is Lawrence Burch. I am the attorney who is handling today’s reading and the affairs of the estate,” he begins. “I’m sorry, but you are not my father’s attorney. Who hired you and where is Nathaniel Lewis?” Stephanie interrupts.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Walter once more as he kept a gentle touch on her scalp, running his fingers through her silky hair. "Ben!" "Hi Walter. Any luck?" "Yes, I have someone who can assist you or rather your friend. Margaret Dawson. She specializes with estate law. I'll give her a call 9AM your time. It being Saturday I may have some difficulty getting her to agree to come see this client until Monday."

Don’t react. Beside me, Ace didn’t touch me. That mattered. If he had placed a hand at my back, the photos would have framed me as fragile. If he’d taken my hand, they would have framed him as controlling. Instead, we walked side by side. United without spectacle. Inside, the noise dulled to marble echoes and hushed conversations. My attorney, Maren, met us near the elevators. “They’re pushing hard for reduced bail,” she said quietly. “We’re opposing.”

Their websites are emotionless, as though marriage is something that can be untangled neatly with signatures and filing fees and maybe for some people it is. I click on the first firm with decent reviews and a downtown address. My eyes skim over phrases like high-net-worth divorce, confidential proceedings, financial protection strategies. The language makes my stomach twist. Three weeks ago, I was decorating an apartment. Now I’m comparing attorneys. I almost close the browser. Instead, I press the consultation button before I can talk myself out of it. A scheduling calendar appears. Tomorrow morning. 9:30 a.m. My thumb hovers over the screen for exactly one breath before I confirm the appo

Chicago greeted Alex with a familiar weight one that sat somewhere between memory and intention. The city no longer felt like an escape; it felt like unfinished business. Carlton pulled up to the penthouse just past noon. Alex and Eileen didn’t linger. They dropped their bags, exchanged a few clipped words about schedules, and were back in the elevator almost immediately. There would be time later for silence and for reflection. Today was for momentum. The agent met them downtown, impeccably dressed and visibly nervous once she realized exactly who her clients were. Alex listened more than he spoke as she walked them through a series of properties, sleek glass-fronted buildings, newly renova

Angel nodded; she grabbed her leather coat and her new purse and followed him out the door. When they arrived, she said to Justin “I’m supposed to meet with five different attorneys this morning at the ranch house, I wasn’t sure if you’d been told. I’m to select one for my personal attorney to handle my legal matters.” Justin nodded and handed her five folders and said, “I pulled their backgrounds, and their histories thought you’d like to read through them.”

Her tone left no room for negotiation, and although Hera appeared irritated, she complied, stepping back begrudgingly. Just before the door closed, Alethea caught her mother’s sharp, warning glare. It seemed to scream, Don’t mess this up, and don’t even think about backing out. The weight of the silent command made Alethea even more uneasy. “I’m Helen Bishop, you can call me Helen. And this is Wendy Brooks,” the woman said, introducing Alethea to a slightly overweight man with thinning hair. “He’s our family lawyer, and he’ll explain the terms of your contract while working with us,” she added, causing Alethea to swallow hard.

Collins. Felicia and I arrive at precisely three o'clock at her attorney's office. His administrative assistant gives us a sympathetic smile and states. "If you'll have a seat, I'll let them know you're here." Felicia turns to me with a frown, "Them? Mr. Jenkins is my attorney. I'm not expecting anyone else." The door opens, and Mr. Jenkins walks in. He's an older man with gray hair but a kind smile. He looks slightly agitated as he approaches us.

Benjamin and Londyn walked past me like I was invisible; they didn’t even give me the decency of sparing me a glance; they were so engrossed in each other so much that they were oblivious to the world around them. “Ms. Knowles,” Brayden’s attorney spoke next. “We don’t have much time. Are you in, or—” “Yes,” I said firmly, even though my voice trembled slightly. “I accept Brayden’s offer.” “Good, leave the rest to me,” Mr. Carter said, and I walked into the courthouse while I followed behind with the officer leading me.

Her hand instinctively went to the doorknob, but she only left it there. "I have to go to the office. Apparently, my office assistant scheduled an attorney session with a client today." Alethia scrunched up her face. "What's that?" Ethan smiled. "It's more like an advisory service. I'll be right back on time, okay?" "Okay," she said and listened to the clomps of his feet running down the stairs. When she couldn't hear any sound that suggested his presence anymore, she opened the door gently and looked out, then closed the door.