Novel & Cerita Michael Connelly Lincoln Lawyer Series

Connolly glared at him, fire and ice in a black-clad leather package. Quinn stared back coolly until Connolly dropped his gaze and looked away, his lips pressed tightly together. “This is Quinn Ryder. Quinn, this is Cade Connolly and his attorney, James Standish III,” Dominic said. “This is ridiculous,” Connolly snapped. “I don’t need him.” Quinn sighed inwardly. One of those clients. The ones who denied they needed a bodyguard right up until they got their brains blown out by some crazy guy. “Now, Cade, you know that’s not true,” Standish began.

Lincon was filled with resentment for Bella and me, and he will not spare any chance to humiliate us in the court. "My lord, can I ask you a question if you don't mind?" He looked to Uncle Joseph for his permission. "Sure, go ahead." He gave him a nod and motioned for him to continue. "My lord, where did you spend your last vacation?" Lincon’s question took me off guard. How can he question a judge with such personal stuff in the courtroom? There is no doubt that Lincon is a very smart and talented lawyer and is well known for his sharp arguments and beautiful word web play game.

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.

A woman’s voice responds from the other end of the line. “Mrs Wellspring?” I grit my teeth at the title “Mrs.” Not for long now. Not for long. “This is Maddison Walter. I’m Aaron Connor’s lawyer.” My breath hitches, and my fingers freeze against my phone. The devil could get himself a lawyer? Impressive. Even behind bars, and with blood on his hands, he still finds a way to haunt me. Will I ever be free from the torment of this man? “We need to speak with you urgently,” she says.