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Law said in a low husky voice staring right into her eyes. Cara wanted to snap at him and tell him that he is one cocky bastard who is telling all this sh*t to a girl who he has met for the first time. And that she isn’t a girl who likes hanging around with playboys for one night stands. But she restrained herself not wanting to get on anyone’s bad side. Fearing that she might put herself into difficult position around these powerful people. But when Law tried to touch her face she instantly shoved his hand away in most gentle way saying in firm but not rude voice, “Please don’t. And I am really getting late for class and I don’t want to be late on my first day, I hope you understand”.

The murder case, now a sensational spectacle, had outgrown the confines of police investigations, permeating the fabric of public consciousness. Images of Sophia's face, once distinguished in legal circles, now graced the screens with a haunting aura. The news anchors, their voices a blend of speculation and conviction, narrated the tale of a well-known American lawyer suspected of committing murder on the streets of London. The vibrant city, usually indifferent to the personal dramas of its transient inhabitants, had become the stage for a saga that transcended borders.

He hits the tiled ground hard, sprawled on the ground, writhing from the pain in his body. "Let's go sir." Lucas opens the door, letting the lawyer go out first. He turns around to leave then he pauses and turns around to Lusia. "They always said the first children are the wisest but in your case, wisdom is certainly running faster than you. You're a, every offense given, a very stupid woman." The lawyer immediately opens the car and Lucas enters on the right side.

“God! I’m doomed! That peanut they paid me wouldn’t even be enough to knock on the door of the lawyer on the bitch’s speed dial. Why was I so stupid to have accepted the money? What do I do now? Should I call the lady for help? Yes. Yes. Yes. That’s exactly what I need to do. First, I need to get out of here.” With that conviction, Helen rushed out of the classroom, bumping her head and right leg into a wall and a seat respectively. The lecture room was filled with absolute silence, as no one was clear whether another recording was ongoing without their knowledge. It’s the nation’s top lawyer, Barrister Finn after all. Everyone had a right to fear him. *** “I’m sorry for dragging you into m

Susan exclaimed and walked away to the residence as she felt the heat of being stared at by the woman who was there. Meanwhile, at Arka's residence, the man grinned when he found out that Susan had been hit by her husband's legal wife. Arka's hand affectionately continued to caress the head of his wife who was asleep on his lap. The man's life has always been colorful since this teenage woman became his empress.

My lawyer leaned into me and started whispering in my ear. “Mr Quinten, that's the new lawyer. Graduated top of her class and has a success rate of 85% in closing cases. She's hot cake right now, everybody wants her.” I looked at her one more time as she spoke to some people, and I'd never hated myself any more than I did at that moment. How did I lose this woman?

I reclined back in the hard chair and let out a breath I did not realise I had been holding all this while. I remembered the first lawyer that had come to me and how short, ugly and the kind of guy you wouldn't give a second glance to on the street but the second guy was exactly what I wanted. He was not willing to follow the rules because he was corrupt and was more than willing to bend the rules.

It was an officer, the very first one I'd set my eyes on and the first person who had actually set a standard for the ill treatment I'd been getting since my time here. “What are you doing here?” I wasted no time. “In case you have no idea, I have a lawyer now, so you really don't have to bother about me.* “So, I heard.” His grin was smug and I didn't like it one bit. “You think you're lucky, don't you?”

It felt like the lawyer was taking forever to handle things. In my frustration, I appeared in the lawyer’s dream, urging him to deliver the house keys to Felix immediately. The next morning, the lawyer rushed over. After just a few days, he looked worn out, unshaven, and disheveled. I could not help but look at him with disdain, wishing I could come back to life just to clean him up. "This is something Miss Quinn instructed me to give you before she passed," the lawyer said as he handed over the keys.

Turning, she followed the lawyer up the stairs and to the second floor, where they stopped in front of a closed door. "Are you ready?" Marcus asked and Lily nodded, her heart racing and her chest tightening, though she would never admit it. Marcus nodded back and then, he turned the door knob, and pushed the door open. The first step into the courtroom felt like the first step up a steep mountain and the pristine interior of the room, along with the two people inside, reminded her of how surreal this whole situation was. At the table in the center, a tall figure sat with his back to them, dressed impeccably, his honey blonde hair neatly combed and slicked back.