Lawyer Lincoln Novels & Stories

When we return to Alaska, I will make my point so she will not refuse. "Where is Lin?" She asked, looking at Charles. "She went straight to her car and drove away," He replied. "She must be going to Mike and telling him about what I said earlier. Lincoln had prepared everything, even the lawyers. I didn't think that I would be able to finish things here in just a short time." She said, stopped walking, and looked at me. "It's because you own the hospital. She won't be able to hide or destroy any evidence that might be pointed at her." She added.

Carol shook her head in refusal just as Lincoln walked in. "It's okay. Adelina is pregnant for my legitimate son, Oliver," he laughed. "What? No. You're lying!" I shouted. "Mother! Adelina hasn't come to visit me since I've woken up. Let her die with the rest of them," Lawrence said defeated. "He's lying. Adelina has set at his bedside everyday until he found out about the pup," Lincoln shrugged. "What are you going to do with us? As the former Queen, I am free to ask for sanctuary," I said dismissing the previous conversation. "You could ask for it if anyone knew you were here. Until then, you both will sit in the gallows where you belong," he coldly said. "We were once your family, asshole

The three detectives left his office. A few minutes later, Mr. Lincoln sighed, as he immediately placed a call to his lawyer. And then told him about the statement he gave them, just in case they came for him

A nod made him smile. "I don't know why I can see Bang Zaweel's face at a glance, besides his handsomeness level exceeds the former, he also has better insight and personality." Lidya's assumption is not wrong, because Zaweel has already taken his master's degree in law, which makes him a lawyer. Even in Jakarta, Zaweel is known as a firm lawyer and has the best experience among his contemporaries. Haziya has not told her family at all about Zaweel's help, who offered to become a lawyer at the trial.

Then he leaned over and signed his signature on all of them. “You are now as powerful as me, and not because of my name.” Mr. Ford uttered with pride in his eyes. “I should take my leave.” Lawyer Lincoln said as he stood to his feet. After gathering all the papers, he left the study and gently shut the door behind him. “Do you know the Johnsons?” Rome asked out of curiosity. “The who?” Mr. Ford asked. “The Johnsons. They have a son named Dash Johnson.” “That name doesn't ring a bell.”

It is none other than Lord Brendan’s own private study, a room that is locked and forbidden to all those aside from the lord himself, and his most trusted advisor: the General who has tasted only the sweetness of victory, each time he has stepped onto the battlefield. Lincoln tilts his head. And then, in a motion too quick for an ordinary man to catch, seizes the dagger laying innocently across the desk, and hurls it across the room. It sinks itself into its target. A gasped expletive fills the air. Lincoln picks up a second dagger, its blade gleaming under the single line of moonlight spilling in through the sliver in the curtains. This, in the next breath, he throws with lethal accuracy.

I breathed in, trying not to get pissed. “I was in the fucking millitary, Alvah, I know what regular guns and regular bullets look like! So next time you want to lie to me you better make up some convincing bullshit! You're a lawyer, you can lie to other people I don't care but you can't lie to me!” “Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—”

Flint grunted in understanding and faded away. I met Lincoln in the parking lot. I played the part the world believed me to be quite well. A rich bachelor who had a business he helped build with his father. A man who dotted all the I’s and crossed all the T’s. Donated to every foundation around by day and whisked away eligible ladies by night.

So alive. For a moment, I couldn't look away. “I'll get going now, Mr. Lincoln,” my lawyer said politely before walking off. I barely heard him. My attention remained fixed on my assistant. On the smile she never gave me. On the laughter she never shared with me. Then something colder settled in my chest. She hadn't even noticed I was standing there. I had crossed half the hallway, and she was still looking at Knight like he was the only person in the building.

His wife, whose name I knew not, was slowly making her way towards us. “You’re no physician, are you?” she asked, skeptical. I fought the urge to snap back with some biting remark. Lincoln, however, didn’t say a word, merely giving me a once-over with his piercing blue eyes. “I was referring to your husband, ma’am,” I said, flashing her a grin that made her eyes narrow. “A man to man talk.” Lincoln folded his arms. “I don’t like deals like this. What’s your condition?” he asked.