روايات وقصص ضمن Ace Attorney Witness Stand

the prosecutor called and Cole nudged me. I took a deep breathe, squeezed Ethan's hand, and stood up. The walk to the witness box felt like a long walk, and I wished Ash had come with us. His hard, cold, indifferent expression was all i needed to get through this. All eyes was on me, and the stares started to feel like a needlepoint prick on my skin. "Do you solemnly swear that the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" the prosecutor asked.

Alex asked Thomas, the city's leading lawyer, to stand up, look around at the witnesses, and say coldly, "We have an important witness who will testify that my client did not cheat on her in marriage and that the father of the child, as the plaintiff claims, is someone else." The judge nodded in agreement and everyone turned their eyes to the door, but when they saw the person pushing in, Amelia froze for a moment. The one who walked in against the light was actually Jenny!

Cynthia yelled furiously. Everyone hushed and fell silent. People stared wide eyed at Cynthia, waiting to see how she was going to react. Cynthia stood there, breathing heavily. She refused to let them know just how intimidated and terrified she felt. If they only knew. "Sorry, ma'am," the blonde woman apologized. Cynthia let out a huff in annoyance and walked to the witness stand, took her oath and sat down, waiting to be questioned. "Miss Cynthia, are you involved with Mr. Becker?" the defense attorney asked.

"You all ask questions like gossip bloggers. The only thing that matters is that I have the documents, signed, sealed and witnessed!" "Witnessed by who?" Josh asked standing up slowly. All eyes turned to Josh; I could see the confused look on Kevin's face; he still had something on Josh and didn't expect him to say or do anything. "Are you so dumb to not know that such signatures should be witnessed by a medical professional and a lawyer? Or were you so desperate for power that you insisted on skipping terms and conditions?" Kevin chuckled darkly. "You all relax, the chairman isn't so strong, but he will be here soon to clear the air."

Kimberly said. "Please." "My witness is Mr. Billy Zion, who is a co-worker of my client. And a close friend of the five people who appeared in the video." Teressa's eyes widened at this. Vance was also very surprised, knowing that Billy wanted to be a witness there. Billy could have been a suspect or someone suspected of being a suspect. Susan entered with Billy, who was in a wheelchair. After escorting Billy to the witness stand, Susan walked away. Billy took an oath there. Where all his words are not a lie.

“I may not remember everything. But you remember that dream? I know he hurt me. I feel it. That’s enough for now.” Stanley blinked, then gave a quiet nod. I could tell he wanted to argue, but he didn’t. He just placed a hand on her shoulder. I on the other hand was overwhelmed with emotions. I squeezed her hands in mine and wispered thank you. When Walker returned, we went over witness placement and how we would respond under cross examination. He repeated again and again, “No contradictions. Be truthful. Keep it simple.” At the end of the meeting, he closed his file.

“I'm Marcus Bell. Your mother’s attorney of nearly two decades.” Vera managed a polite nod. “Pleasure.” She sat down at the designated seat, hands resting on her lap. She hadn’t felt this awkward since her first gala, back when she'd still believed her borrowed dress could hide her shame. Bell adjusted his glasses and glanced at the clock. “We’re just waiting on one more person before we begin.” Vera blinked. “One more?” Bell nodded, flipping through papers. “Yes. As stated in Mrs. Sterling’s instructions, the reading of her will must be witnessed by all parties listed.”

“The defense calls Mrs. Larissa Patterson to the stand.” My stomach dropped. I walked slowly to the witness box, swore the oath with a voice that only trembled once, and sat down. From here, I could see everyone clearly. The jury’s mixed expressions. Brayden’s unwavering gaze, Stephanie’s encouraging nod. Benjamin, smirking, as though this were all some elaborate joke. Even Tiffany and Lara were present today. All of them were waiting for me to defend myself. Carter approached. “Mrs. Patterson, could you tell the court what happened on the night of the party?”

His hands shook as he signed, promising me he'd carry out my wishes without leaving a trail. How dumb of me to have believed a man who flinched at the thought of harming others. Pathetic. I blinked and the memory retreated. My attorney cleared his throat as he walked in. "Can you get me in touch with some of the witnesses?" I asked immediately. Since I couldn't call in favours, I would go for the next best thing. "We should avoid contacting witnesses." He replied, his brows furrowed. I turned slowly. "Avoid?" "They're being monitored."

Laila said proudly, certain they’d hit the nail on the head now. “On that note, I would like to invite Mr. Dawson Marlowe, the head of the Marlowe family to the witness-stand to support my argument.” She added. Chloe and Victoria tightly held hands underneath the desk as they anticipated their plans in motion. “Where is Mr. Dawson Marlowe?” The judge asked and Marlowe stood up, scanning the room before walking to the witness stand. Once he was seated, Laila walked in front of him and began questioning him.