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He had deep blue eyes, just like Liam’s, and I just came to the realisation that he was Liam’s dad, the criminal who was let down by all the lawyers in America. “To all the people of America, there is no such thing as being part good or part bad. If you want to be bad, then do it correctly,” he said with a smirk on his lips. The camera moved to the woman at the side who held a kid who was in tears. I didn’t need anyone to tell me who it was. It was him. Liam. “Did such a thing really happen?” Ava snatched the phone and kept reading some articles. “Yeah, so Liam Styles is the lawyer for all criminals… He believes they all deserve a chance to plead innocent,” Sam concluded, and I sighed heavil

He thought that he would be pardoned for his good deeds but apparently the law didn't give a damn about kindness. "I tried so hard" he said "and got so far as a law abiding citizen" "But in the end," "none of it matters" "It's like I was born to be a fugitive" "So who am I..." "...to go against destiny" Suddenly, all the bullets that had stopped in front of him turned around and with a little gesture from his hand, they shot back with immense force and destroyed everything in the way. "What now?" He asked himself as he walked away from all the destruction

Silas had no intention of stopping as he thew dirty water on the gentleman and lady “We can never be too careful, and I dread at the thought all my hard work going to undeserving people just because of my lapse in judgement and soft heartedness.” "Officer, you have to uphold the law of this land and help me...."

Hannah asked. She gave him a casual glance, then squatted down and seized the thug's shirt. She swiftly plunged the small knife with a decisive motion. "Rip!" The sound of fabric tearing could be heard. She mocked coldly, "You've committed a crime, and the law will punish you for that. Do you really think you're worth dirtying my hands for?" What a joke. She was a law-abiding citizen, even honored by the police before. There was no reason to break legal rules for a small-time thug.

I ask, getting down from my car and approaching Maggi, my lawyer's intern who is probably out getting lunch. Julian Castillo as the name goes has proven once again that your family name does not make you and that you can be just as good as the name goes, He owns his own law firm in three cities and he has never lost a case in court before and neither has any lawyer in his firm. He's so good that if he were to defend a killer caught in the act, then definitely the killer will be set free.

I will make sure he pays for what he has done to me. “We live in a society ruled by law and killing is against the law. As a good citizen, I will never do anything illegal.” Matthias continued to provoke Heather. Although he hated her, he didn’t want to end her life. All he wanted was to humiliate her the same way she humiliated him in the past.

one of the officers asked. “She’s the daughter of the famous lawyer, Mrs. Ruth—married into the Watson family.” “Oh! Then why the reckless driving? They’re supposed to set a good example for us citizens.” “It’s alright. Next time, please be more careful. We’re letting you off because we know how much your mother has contributed to making this country a better place. And I believe none of her children would be a problem to society.” “Thank you so much, officer. I sincerely appreciate it.”

“It forces this into the open.” Adrian’s hand brushed mine. A reminder. A warning. I squeezed back briefly. “They want to argue law,” I said. “Fine. Let them. But law only works if people are allowed to see who it serves.” The man in the coat shook his head sharply. “This is reckless.” “Yes,” I agreed. “So was issuing an international warrant to silence someone on camera.” The crowd roared again, louder this time. Approval surged like heat, mixed with fear and disbelief and something dangerously close to hope.

He closed his eyes as a small sigh left his lips. “I have a brother like you.” “What? Charming and handsome?” “No. Stupid and he thinks he’s very, very, very funny. In court, I had to defend him. He was into drugs. He thought that because I was a lawyer, it would be easy for him to get free from the law. But that’s not how the law works. It can persecute the highest person to the lowest. The law is like a knife. It doesn’t care who you are. Child, teenager, adult, old, young, woman, man, in between. It doesn’t care about that. Even if you’re a foreigner, an alien to the soil, you are still under the law as long as you are in that land.

he said quietly, his voice rough with suppressed emotion. I met his gaze, unwavering. “Don’t thank me, Mr. Black. Thank the law—and remember, it doesn’t protect the careless. So stay clean.” He gave a curt nod, understanding the warning beneath my words. My job was done here. As I strode out of the courtroom, my heels striking the marble floor like a metronome of dominance, the reporters surged forward, their voices clamoring for a statement. “Miss Lawson! Valerie Quinn! How did you manage to dismantle the Donovan case? What’s next for you?”