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Christian asked, setting a mug of coffee next to me along with a stack of ancient-looking books that smelled like dust and old leather. “Your mom had quite the collection,” I said, eyeing the titles. *Werewolf Law: A Historical Perspective*, *Mating Rights and Pack Hierarchy*, *The Evolution of Supernatural Jurisprudence*. Heavy reading for anyone, but apparently essential for understanding the legal nightmare I'd stumbled into. “She was a lawyer before she mated my father,” Christian explained, settling beside me on the couch. “Specialized in supernatural civil rights, actually.” I opened the first book and immediately wanted to throw it across the room. The language was archaic, full of te

I was trying to build a bridge between them, one noble fact at a time. My satchel thumped gently against my side as I searched for a title I hadn’t read yet: The Council of Nine – Founding Politics and Modern Reform. Sexy stuff. Just the kind of bedtime story that might keep me and my mom alive. I rounded the corner into the historical law section and nearly collided with two women whispering between the shelves. They jumped back, blinking at me like I’d walked in on something scandalous. “Oh,” one said quickly. “Sorry. We thought no one came here.”

"I'm not a criminal, and for fuck sake, I can't do that, I can't hurt her." "Isn't it?" I was silent at his question and did not immediately answer. "Why can't you answer my question Mr. Lewis, can't you really hurt your wife?" "Direct me to what you know Atty." that's all I said to his question. "People said that lawyer's souls are automatically in hell because they don't care if their client is right or wrong. All they do is protect them, lied to everyone just to make them innocent. And on my side, I can do the same to miss Hailey just to win her case. but luckily, I don't need to do that because all the evidence that I have is very clear. "

Called out by one of the other women in their room. She was reluctant to face her lawyer knowing that he would just try to question him again and lead it to “knowing the truth.” He has something up on his sleeve and she knows that which is why she is wary whenever he’s around. He could put her to jail forever if he wanted to. That’s how she looks at him. A hungry cub waiting for the right time to attack.

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As Amari delved deeper into her work as a criminal lawyer, she found herself embroiled in a whirlwind of legal battles, moral dilemmas, and personal challenges. Each day brought new clients with their own stories to tell, and their struggles to overcome. And as she listened to their tales of hardship and injustice, she couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship, a shared bond forged in the crucible of the legal system.

They became friends which is the reason for him to be my friend too. Now, I'm here in one of their blue tents. Klirro is also here and he's been doing some retouching with his stylist who likes him. He's just reading and reviewing his script while I already decide to read as well for my next subject. I've already finished reading a few chapters of Clinical Tales, these books were about sacks of documents about strange and fascinating cases that other graduated and professional psychologists already faced. This is the best part of psychology, the book we're reading was actually interesting but sometimes it just really hits me as they called the reading block.

As Sherly sifted through the stack of documents on her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration. Two days had passed since the ball, yet the memory of the mysterious figure who had glared at George lingered in her mind like a haunting specter. She couldn't help but think of that man since she felt that he wasn't simple at all. He is part of the Vile Mafia; she knows it. However, for some reason, according to the information she had, she was part of the Rui Lin Mafia before.

I knitted my brows together. “I don’t know.” She puckered her lips. “From what I’ve read, your online presence is quite confidential. So, I thought you get people to sign NDAs... or dispose of them.” She’d dug a lot deeper than I had thought, which I guess came with being a writer. She looked at me as if I was a puzzle she couldn’t solve. “People don’t tell because they know what’s good for them. If I had to shove around NDAs, the whole of America and Italy would’ve had lawsuits tucked in their closets.”

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