Novel & Cerita First Class Lawyer Novel

The lawyer raised his objections when hearing Catherine's narration. He patted the desk angrily, looking like a man of justice. "Sir, it is a horrific crime. At first, it was just a minor dispute, and my clients could have resolved the misunderstanding peacefully. However, she chose a completely different way instead. She not only injured my clients badly but also forced them to a dead end! What she did is definitely unforgivable! "I know she is studying at the Loyalty Academy, which ranks the top in our city. I didn't expect such a prestigious school to have a shameless student like her."

The first lawyer stood up and said, "My órd, my client here graduated with a first class in business. So why will she try to frame her uncle just because of those silly things? I can only present to you the evidence that I have here," He said, passing the documents to the clerk. He looked at it and passed it to the judge, who read it and closed the document. He looked at Leo and shook his head.

As a rookie lawyer, I never expected to be treated like a queen, but surely they could see me for more than their errand runner? “Could you get these photocopied for me, Ella?” James had asked earlier that day, handing over a stack of case files as if it was just assumed that I would be the one to do it. And so I did, along with a dozen other tasks that didn't particularly scream ‘lawyer’. But I believed, perhaps foolishly, that perseverance would earn me respect and better opportunities. It was my first year out of law school, after all. What did I expect? The soft hum of the janitor’s vacuum cleaner interrupted my thoughts. It was already almost one o’clock, and my body was reminding me of

It made me almost want to smile as well. Once the lawyer was gone, the smile disappeared from my face. "That lawyer is from one of the best firms in the US. I'm sure he would do his best to get you out of here so don't worry," I sighed, before I got up from my own chair and stretched my hand towards him. Dude was a slim guy. He had no muscles and was never known for his strength to win fights. Instead he won with his brain, calculating his opponents and making them destroy themselves.

I fear that I might pounce on her with malicious intent when I set my eyes on her so I'm trying to keep that from happening as it would not help my case. I arrived at the court a few minutes before the scheduled and I am immediately accosted by Clara and her lawyer the second I enter the courthouse. I stare at them coldly as my eyes fixated on Clara who met my gaze confidently. "What is the meaning of this?" I asked coldly. "A last minute bargain," the lawyer said, his moustache dancing as he spoke. He is a short, bald man who carried an air of arrogance and unfounded confidence. I frown at them.

Lara was even more eager to meet the lawyer's wife. "Next time, join us for dinner, Sir! I want to meet your wife." "Sure, Ma'am. I'll deliver the message to her. My wife's latest novel is 'Revenge on My Cheating Husband', it seems this story is similar to your story, Ma'am. The husband cheats and hurts his wife in despicable ways." Lara was stunned. She never expected that the lawyer's wife was... Sherly Anez! Her favorite author! "Sir! I want to meet your wife! I'm her fan!"

ALEXA Noelle took me to the lawyer that she was certain would handle the case just well for me. “I heard he is one of the best in Paris, and if there is anything he needs to uncover, he is going to get it done in the blink of an eye,” she had told me. “Then that means he is going to cost an arm and a leg, Noelle, and you know that with everything that has happened, I really don’t have enough money to afford a high-class city lawyer,” I had responded.

Have zero mercy. “I know you finished Harvard Law with a first class. I know you developed a method of cataloging procedures at Harvard, that’s now taught to first year students. I know you have never lost one single case in the courtroom. I know you made your name with your own blood, sweat and sleepless nights—not because of favors or anyone else's name. And I know you're the best damn lawyer in this firm and probably in all of California. Should I go on, Mr. West?” Oh yes, I definitely did my research.

Being a lawyer means learning how to lie sometimes. “Fuck!” I heard him curse, then instruct his assistant to get Mrs. Puckett on the phone. Good, he was about to do exactly what I asked. A smile crept onto my lips at the sweet thought of victory. Damn, I was good and… Rodrigo? He was absolutely not going to outsmart me here. With that thought, I reached for my glasses, slid them on, and stepped out of the car—leaving Parker behind—as I headed inside with one plan in mind.

I didn’t sleep. Not because Raffaele Moretti was sitting in my living room, legs stretched out like he owned the place—or maybe like he was trying not to look too ready to kill someone. And not because I had just learned that Marcus Vento, my brother’s old partner, was framing Raffaele to distract from his own sins. No, I didn’t sleep because the whole world felt like it had tilted. The law—the thing I built my life on—suddenly felt like a crooked ladder. And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career.