Novel & Cerita Lincoln Lawyer Book Series

Lincoln smiled coldly without saying a word but only pat her hand. "Lincoln you're in front of the board of directors so have a little decency!" Came a sharp voice from Conan Harvey and Lincoln raised a brow at him with utter displeasure. "Have a problem with me been intimate with my wife!!??" Lincoln said with a freezing smile and Conan just turn to look at the directors present. "Lincoln what do you have in your defense??" Conan asked nevertheless and Lincoln placed his hand under his jaw leisurely. "Defense against what exactly??"Lincoln asked with a calm face.

“The Tribunal arrives in three days. If we can show that Marcus lied about evidence against you or messed with important records, it gives us a strong advantage.” I examined the blueprints—an office building downtown, fifteen stories high, with Marcus’s legal team on the twelfth floor. Security would be tight, with cameras everywhere and possibly extra supernatural defense measures I couldn’t even imagine. “This isn't why I went to law school,” I muttered in disbelief. “Not to practice, but to plan heists for legal documents?” Luna, sitting in the corner, chuckled. “Look at it this way—you’re finally putting your degree to use in an interesting way.”

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.

“Not a child.” Damon flickered his gray eyes from him to our private, dirty lawyer and motioned him to go on. My hand tightened on my dress, and I held my breath. The lawyer, Lincoln, cleared his throat and said, “You should leave. This is a private will—” “Cillian is staying,” I said, raising my voice a little. “Just tell us about the will.” “He is not a family—” Damon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Neither is your assistant. We don’t care. I’ve a meeting with an architect after this, so hurry.”

He had been her rock throughout this ordeal, always there to comfort her, protect her, and encourage her. The judge entered the room and everyone stood up. The trial began, and Adrienne listened as her lawyer presented the charges and the evidence against Lincoln. She felt a surge of hope as she saw the jury's expressions of shock and disgust. She hoped that they would see Lincoln for what he was: a monster who deserved to rot in jail. Then it was Lincoln's lawyer's turn to speak. He stood up and cleared his throat, looking at the jury with a calm and confident expression. "My client, Mr. Lincoln, is innocent of all the charges against him. He is not a monster, but a victim of a vicious cons

he begins carefully, folding his hands on the table, “it’s in your best interest that we shift our focus to strategizing for your divorce proceedings right now. Based on everything you’ve told us, there isn’t much left for us to build around regarding your position in the Nicholas Peterson murder case — you were a minor at the time, which significantly limits their leverage. But your divorce hearing is scheduled for this evening, and frankly… we’ve been sandbagged by Lincoln Law.” Sandbagged. The word lands harder than it should. That bastard. Lincoln has managed to outmaneuver even my highest-paid attorneys — and he’s done it without the backing of a large firm, without a visible team. Just

"The lawyers are taking over. When Marco finally snaps, don't be the one standing in the splash zone." Sally bolted without a word. The study doors felt lighter today—unlocked, Lina walked in, her boots muffled by the Persian rug. She had a leash, sure, but it was long enough to reach the mahogany desk. She knew the rules: touch the drawers or the encrypted workstation, and the silent alarms would bring Hugo and his goons before she could blink. Lina sat on the leather sofa, pulling a notepad from her jacket. her mind was locked on Ella Khan—the kind of lawyer who didn't just win cases, but erased them.

Emily replied anxiously. "Calm down, Gordon still has reservations about killing me. Is the Crawford case still ongoing, Em? I hope my kidnapping won't change anything. Finish the case and don't pay attention to all the noise around you. Three terms in the Senate with too many crimes on his hands should earn Gordon a fitting punishment," Lincoln said firmly. He fully supported Emily's efforts to uphold justice. Emily massaged her temples, which were beginning to ache. Her head was pounding from the constant pressure caused by the Crawford case. The media was also starting to sniff out the case and chasing after it for a hot scoop that would shake up the entire city of Chicago.

"Winona and I saw Lincoln at a restaurant today. He was with Gerald. They went into a private room together." Christopher's hands on the wheel stilled for just a fraction of a second. His tone stayed calm. "I know." He didn't ask for details or react. It was as if he had just heard something that didn't matter. Amelia studied him, a trace of confusion settling in. "Doesn't that seem strange? Lincoln's never had anything to do with the Zephyr family, and now he's suddenly this close to Gerald. Something's off." Christopher glanced at her, something unreadable in his eyes. He didn't answer directly. Instead, he shifted the subject. "Nicole's case is going to trial. I'll take you there when the

But on the shelf directly beside it, three books had been pulled slightly forward from the rest—the unconscious habit of someone repeatedly reaching for them. I read the spines. Criminal Law: Principles and Cases. Forensic Evidence in Modern Prosecution. Michigan State Statutes — Student Edition. I stood very still. Mae Lawson wasn’t reading for pleasure. Mae Lawson was researching. I heard Mrs. Pembrook’s chair shift behind me. “Miss Sinclair.” Her voice had changed—less surprised now, more cautious. “Those books were requested by one of our scholarship students this week. They’re reserved.” I turned.