Lincoln Lawyer Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Shit, I am thirty minutes late, the meeting would have already started. I think about the man’s words, I need a lawyer as soon as possible, but that doesn’t seem hard, my no-nonsense, strict best friend, Nicole is an attorney that specializes in criminal law as well as family law, and her office is just downtown, I have to speak to her later.

They cant return to Nicole with excuses. “He’s not easy to trail Rose. That’s what bothers me a lot”, Lincoln replied. If he was an ordinary citizen like himself, perhaps he would have sent men after him already. “That means you know him. Who’s he?”Rose asked. Is there anyone who cannot be trailed easily besides the politician and the armed men? “Allen Lyon, the eldest master of the Lyon family”, Lincoln answered and Rose gripped his hand in fear. “President Lyon?”She blurted out:

When Anthon saw the proud look on Lincoln's face, he lost his cool. "She only picked up a few tips on fashion design after studying in Yvalia for three years. All she did in college was laze around and fool around with various men. She knows nothing! Besides, it's only been a week since her return to the country. Don't be fooled by that certificate of hers!" Lincoln looked at him like he was a fool. "Mr. Lynch Junior, you realize you're legally liable for slander, right?" "I'm telling the truth! I—"

"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.

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.

Driven by a sense of justice, Lincoln felt the need to avert this potential disaster. Suddenly, Lincoln's voice rang out in the office, "Mr. Liam, Ms. Clark, stop fighting!" Lana, with her upper half barely covered, could only let out a shriek and clutch onto Liam. He swiftly used his jacket to shield them both and fixed a piercing, hellish glare at Lincoln, exclaiming, "Get out!" By now, Lincoln had grasped the situation in the office and promptly shielded his eyes in shock. True to the saying, Lincoln decided to mind his own business.