New Lincoln Lawyer Novel Novels & Stories

I didn’t sleep. Not because Raffaele Moretti was sitting in my living room, legs stretched out like he owned the place—or maybe like he was trying not to look too ready to kill someone. And not because I had just learned that Marcus Vento, my brother’s old partner, was framing Raffaele to distract from his own sins. No, I didn’t sleep because the whole world felt like it had tilted. The law—the thing I built my life on—suddenly felt like a crooked ladder. And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career.

Henry couldn't help but to think about what might be happening currently in New York city, all he knew at the moment was that he hoped that everything worked out just fine and nothing bad happens that would be like Lincoln winning the case, just as he did using cheat methods. New York city "So, Houghton you key continue," Samson said facing Houghton and he turned to face Rosemary. "So now, may you share with the court, exactly what had happened when you saw Lincoln on the day you were violated and beaten and injured," Houghton said facing Rosemary who was looking very determined to say the entire truth about what had went on that day.

"Thank you, you've been willing to help me become a teacher and ... get a new lawyer hehe." "New lawyer? What do you mean, Sis?" Lidya asked on the left while hugging a bolster pillow. "Bang Zaweel, he's Sis Ziya's new lawyer," said Miska explaining to Lidya who was very happy to hear that. "There are so many secrets from me," Lidya pouted, "just because I'm not at home." "It's not like that, Derek, father just gave permission for approval that Bang Zaweel could become Brother's lawyer later. Sorry, I didn't intentionally keep it a secret from you, but Brother doesn't want to burden you."

“Who’s the new lawyer Zac Lincoln introduced to you?” There was a brief pause before Shannon replied, her voice flustered. “Ms. Smith, I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Liz drew in a slow breath. “Don’t worry. I’m not looking to cause trouble. I just want to know who he introduced. Even if you don’t tell me, I have ways of finding out. It’s only a matter of time.” The line went quiet except for the sound of their breathing. After a moment, Shannon spoke in a hushed tone. “It’s… Attorney Henry Gray from TH Law.”

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.

Mr Lincoln had an appointment with a certain CEO and had to leave them at the care of her sister . He used the elevator and reached the basement to find his driver waiting . He informed him that their is a lady who has been deported to the province . She is said to be related to the company we gave a tender last time . He was handed a file with photos of the lady . The sources indicated that she might have gotten herself into a conflict with a powerful family and ended up in Goodlife province . Mr Lincoln thought about and he could not find a solution . He decided to go on with his schedule . To meet the CEO and check at the file later .

"I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?" The smile stretched wider under the harsh white lights. "That recording," I said softly, almost playfully, "isn't it Mike's own confession? And at the same time, my proof of innocence? After all, I didn't do anything." Every step had gone exactly the way I wanted. I didn't have to lift a finger. Their own cruelty, fear, and weakness had been enough. They destroyed each other. And me? I really hadn't done a damn thing.

Gabriel. We’d studied law together years ago — he specialized in criminal defense while I buried myself in civil rights. We’d always been opposites: I played within the lines; he thrived in bending them just enough to win. He had a reputation for winning impossible cases — the kind that made other lawyers nervous. I called ahead before heading to his office, but he didn’t pick up. That didn’t stop me. His building sat in the heart of the financial district, tall glass windows that reflected the morning light like polished blades. I pushed through the revolving doors, trying to steady my breathing as the scent of polished marble and old paper hit me.

“All of the sudden, Lincoln’s father who has retired from the government for years, living happily with his family has suddenly fallen ill and was rushed to the hospital yesterday. No news about him yet. Including his mother, who was the newly appointed commissioner of police has been relieved of her duties. The reason is bribery. Right now, Lincoln is exposed, he is on his own. The lawyer prepared by his father had already redrawn from the case last minute and won’t be appearing in court.” Davien shakes his head slowly, “All the evidence that Lincoln submitted to the jury has been stamped as invalid and inclusive within 48 hours. He is losing, yet he is still pushing to take the Alpha to co

Lawyer and lawyer. The problem was that both roles occupied the same chair. "Clara." "What?" "You know courts require more than emotional discomfort." "I'm aware." Her tone immediately sharpened. "I passed the bar too." The remark stung. Not because it was rude. Because it was true. And because he deserved it. ------------------------------- The main course arrived. Steak for Axel. Sea bass for Clara. Neither noticed. Neither cared. The discussion had become something else entirely. "I read every email."