An Innocent Client Novels & Stories

He practically lunged toward the jury, palms up like a preacher begging his congregation. “Obvious! Too obvious!” he declared, shaking his head like the jury were schoolchildren who’d failed a test. “My client, Mr. Trent, is the innocent man here. He sat in that room and watched as Mr. Calloway”—he jabbed toward Lucien’s client—“erupted in anger, threatened violence, and lashed out. You will hear from witnesses who saw Mr. Calloway’s temper. And you will see that my client, ladies and gentlemen, is the scapegoat of a desperate story.” Theatrics. Sweat already beading on his brow. He wanted to win them with fire.

“The truth is, that’s not what we came here” His face turned sour after hearing that. “Then what are you doing here?! You can leave!!” “No! No! No! We need your help just to identify someone---” “Are you crazy? Leave before I kick you out!” “That’s not it! You just have to say yes or no and we’ll leave” I noticed that he was not making any move, I opened my phone and showed him a picture. “Was this woman your client?” “I don’t disclose my client’s information”

Only the lawyer can have the permission from court to not physically harm the client. Understanding every fact Meher became more broken. She hugged his brother and said crying," I will not let anyone touch you, bhaiya. I will hire a lawyer as soon as possible." Hearing Meher, Adeel uttered with great difficulty," Forgive me, Mehre. I am sorry." " Don't be sorry. I will do anything for you," Meher said and came out from the police station. She is thinking how she will manage everything when her phone started ringing and the call was from hospital. The hospital authority told her to meet with them.

he introduced, then cleared his throat emphatically. “My client was arrested a few days ago by a certain Aldo Santino,” he continued in a loud and clear voice, “commander-in-chief of a new crime team in the force, under suspicions of involvement in slave trade and human trafficking. I’m here today, to prove that my client, Don Damon Vyon, is innocent of every allegation concerning said matters, made against him.” The judge nodded slowly. “Proceed.” The consigliere nodded in appreciation and his eyes travelled across the courtroom until they landed on me. “I’d like to call Miss Iris Paulman to the witness stand, to testify my client’s innocence.”

"My name is Cooper Hale. I'm here on behalf of a client who asked to remain anonymous. They've posted your bail and retained me to represent you. You don't owe them anything and there are no conditions attached." I looked at him for a long moment. The fluorescent light buzzed faintly overhead. "Nobody does that," I said. "Nobody does something like that with nothing attached." "My client does." He held my gaze, steady and unbothered. "I can't tell you who they are. What I can tell you is that they are aware of your situation and they felt they owed you something. I'm the debt being paid." I wrapped my hands around the paper cup. The water had gone cold all the way through. "What situation?"

We can begin together, and the two of us have already come to the conclusion that we will seek vengeance on all of them by going out into the world, but the question is, how will we escape? We cannot function without innocence, especially considering the ten years I have spent serving on judicial panels. This is due to the fact that Al-Ain possesses an excessive number of attorneys, which prevents them from representing me in court, and he has been coming to see me for the past ten years. However, what took me by surprise was the fact that I possessed something that was significantly more stunning than the house. We have received word that confirms our suspicions that you are not guilty.

River POV “All rise,” the bailiff’s voice echoed across the courtroom. I stood up slowly, hands clasped in front of me, heart pounding louder than I’d like to admit. The heavy silence in the room was suffocating. I glanced briefly at my client—a man in his early thirties, tired eyes, trembling fingers. I knew he was guilty of bad decisions, but I also believed he deserved a second chance. That had been the foundation of my argument. But apparently, it wasn’t enough.

For years, I’d looked up to that man feared him, yes, but also believed that deep down, he had a reason for everything he did. Now I saw the truth. He wasn’t protecting me. He was using me just like he’d used everyone else. And now, he’d let an unstable man take an innocent girl. I couldn’t let that stand. I shoved the files into my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. If I could get them to Mark and Nico, maybe we’d have proof maybe we could find her faster. That was when I heard footsteps. Heavy. Slow. Familiar. My blood ran cold.

His client was being unfairly scapegoated, accused of being responsible for a terrible accident that was not his fault. Michael glanced back dramatically at his client. "Jean-Luc and I want to thank you for your time and for your thoughtful consideration of all of the facts. We know that you'll see that the only reasonable verdict is 'not guilty.' Thank you." He grinned at them appreciatively and returned to his seat. Maggie watched him walk by and sit beside Jean-Luc. He flashed her a knowing look and she saw the challenge in his eyes. She slowly stood and walked to the jury box, standing before them with her hands gently clasped in front of her.

But I was determined to take it, one step at a time. As I sat on the bench, trying to process everything that had happened, I couldn't help but think about how I had met Kaye. She had been a client of mine, a woman who had been accused of a crime she swore she didn't commit. I had taken on her case, determined to prove her innocence. Kaye had been a sweet and timid woman, or so I had thought. She had been devastated by the accusations against her, and I had believed her completely. I had worked tirelessly to prove her innocence, and in the end, we had been successful.