First Class Lawyer Novel Novels & Stories

Zara’s POV The next morning, I arrived at the office early, only to find a man already waiting in the reception area. I didn't know who he was, until he stepped forward with a practiced smile. “Good morning, Mrs. Everhart. Barrister Lawrence, at your service,” he said, extending his hand. I blinked once. Was the elite world exclusively reserved for dangerous men and devastatingly handsome faces? He was tall, well-groomed, and effortlessly magnetic.

Alice sat beside Castor and Lisa, confidence slowly rebuilding itself as the minutes passed. This was their territory. She was just a visitor. That was what they believed. The lawyer cleared his throat. “We’ll begin.” Names were read. Minor properties. Accounts. Trusts. Each item assigned carefully, predictably. Alice’s posture relaxed with every sentence. Castor leaned back, already tasting victory. Melissa listened without reaction. Then silence. The lawyer paused. A pause long enough to shift the air in the room. “There remains,” he said, “one final matter.”

He replied. “Help me?” Lucy asked. “Yes. Not that I am trying to toot my own horn, but I was your first investor when you were starting your law firm.” He leaned back into his chair. Lucy looked at him surprised. “That was you?” Suddenly it was all starting to dawn on her. “It is all starting to make sense. The one who recommended me for contracts and high-profile cases was you.” She pursed her lips. "I always wondered how I managed to land those jobs as a newbie in the law field. None of it made sense to me, and when I couldn't find any answer, I just settled that maybe I was just lucky. But I wasn't; it was you all along?”

I really hope there’s a snow storm one of these days, but on one of the rare days where I am off work. I almost snicker at the impossibility of it. Graham is already seated, one hand on his cane, mouth twisted in a frown. “I apologize for time…” I start, instinct kicking in. “They say you’re the best lawyer in all of Coldwater.” I hide my wince as I take a seat opposite the old man. Asher stands close enough that I feel his body heat, and presence. It’s very distracting. Still, what I call the lawyer mode is something I can’t tweak, it comes on the second I sit across a would be client.

"Officer Lancer! I was wrong! I've learned my lesson! I have elderly parents and children to support at home. I can't lose this job! Please, have mercy. Please let me go!" I stepped back, avoiding her grasp. Looking down at her, I spoke calmly, stating the simplest truth. "When you used hospital regulations as a weapon to humiliate a desperate patient's family member, you should have known this day would come. Take responsibility for your ignorance and arrogance." Justice may be late, but it was inevitable. Today, I delivered that long-overdue justice with my own hands. With Edward and Alicia taken away, the farce finally came to an end. Members of the inspection team began sealing evidence

I shouted, with my voice trembling as my eyes caught the words written on the page. "Mr. Zyran and Madam Roosevelt have frozen all your bank accounts, and the court has taken over all your houses," the young lawyer explained, keeping his distance from her. "Because your money is frozen, Chief Barrister Max cannot process your legal fees, and he has dropped your representation," the lawyer confessed, dropping his head down. "You cannot leave me like this!" I screamed, her face turning dark with shock. "I am sorry, Madam Clara, but no lawyer in this city will take your case without money," the young man said, turning around to walk away.

“The court summons have been sent to the Windsors.” Bronwyn Ansley said, slightly adjusting his glasses. Nicole stood outside the door of Elysia's hospital ward, arms folded across her chest as she stared hard at nothing down the long corridor. “Good..” she said flatly. The lawyer adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder. He'd worked for the St. Laurent for years He'd first met Hervé St. Laurent in France. He'd just graduated law school, fresh out called to bar when the man had offered him to be his lawyer.

"Oh, you gave me a fright. I almost thought it was real for a second. "Ms. Huston, if you're going to hire actors to put on a show, at least make it convincing. How could the daughter of the Hustons live in such a dump?" When Nathaniel looked at the two clowns, there was no anger in his eyes, only a cold indifference, as if he were looking at two corpses. With a light raise of his hand, an elite lawyer wearing gold-rimmed glasses immediately stepped forward. He pulled a thick stack of documents from his briefcase and handed them to the lead officer.

It was probably starting to dawn on him that this time he was truly finished, brought down by the one woman he'd always assumed he could control. I stood in the center of the courtroom, watching it all unfold. The prosecutor was already requesting that the judge admit the new evidence. Declan's resistance grew weaker and weaker until the bailiffs were practically holding him down in his chair. Serena stood with her back straight and her face unreadable. I didn't know whether she was doing this because she genuinely wanted justice for me, or simply because she couldn't stomach the humiliation of being played. And honestly, I didn't want to know anymore.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.