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she said and got up from the chair, with Vince walking right behind her. Lina held out her hand for the lawyer to shake. But he was very quick, as he noticed Vince's gaze on him. He thought Lina was really pretty, but he would never dare to make any advances. He was a lawyer connected to the mafia, but even so, she was accompanied by the Don and he had no intention of starting a fight. “Mr. Bonaccorso.” Vince looked at the man as he shook his hand. He squeezed a little harder than he should have, but he couldn't help it.

But none of it mattered. The burden on my mind wouldn’t let me enjoy even a sliver of the comfort surrounding me. The lavish beauty of the mansion was drowned out by the weight in my chest. How could I relax when Lincoln’s chilling words kept replaying in my head? “Be mine… or be an outsider. Your choice.” I hadn’t seen Lincoln since he dropped that ultimatum last night. I guessed—and hoped—he was out in some secret mafia dealings or whatever shadowy activities a man like him was tangled in.

the legal system, or the abuse of power," I wound down. There was a knock on the open door. Holy Shit! It was Nicole Lawless, Attorney at God. "Who are you?" Brock spun on the newcomer. "Hey Nicole," I yawned. "Hey Cáel," she answered. To the rest, "I'm Nicole Lawless with [the Legion of Undead Litigators] and I'm taking over Mr. Nyilas' case." "Wait!" I raised my hand. "I need to know something first." There was a pause. "Nicole, are you wearing underwear?" "Sweet God, you are exhausted," Nicole compassionately noted. "No, I'm not." Underwear.

Michael asked me still shocked. "I am your brother, I know everything about you, Lincoln," I replied and his anger was slowly replaced with anxiety. I couldn’t help but feel pity for my brother when I saw the pain in his eyes. This is why I don't want to answer his question as to why I hide the truth about our parent's death from him. During Lincoln's last year in the University, after he's done being the football team's waterboy and decided to go back to the locker room, he witnessed the captain of the football team sexually harassing the front girl of their cheerleading squad inside the private locker room for the football team. Lincoln interrupt them and save the girl but the captain wasn

“Are you trying to rebel on us, huh, Lincoln? Are you using Sheen to get the company from us?” “That’s not true!” Well, that’s actually kinda true. Lincoln cringed internally for lying. “What this is all about, Lincoln? When did you start thinking like this? Did that make you like this?” Lincoln can’t take it anymore. “It wasn’t mine!” There was silence for a moment before Mrs. Vega spoke again. “What do you mean?” “The sketchbook,” Lincoln glanced at it, “It wasn’t mine. It was Sheen’s.” Mrs. Vega scoffed. “And you’re actually think I would believe you—”

"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.

"If you're serious about getting out, contact this lawyer. She's the best in town, and I've already briefed her on your case. She can help since I can't." Lila hesitated before taking the card, staring down at it. "And you? What's your angle in all of this? You were pretty quick to help after learning your sister is who my husband cheated on me with. How did I not know you two were related? Her last name isn't Lincoln." I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. "We look nothing alike, thankfully. Let's just say I have no love for Castor Roman or what he represents. You deserve a fair fight. And Lincoln isn't my last name either."

Celine’s Pov Playing with little Henry at the park was a way I employed to escape the tense feeling and the atmosphere of futile efforts. After realizing that Aaron Lincoln was my dad's lawyer and the one in charge of the case, I put in all the effort I could to assist him, doing the little we could to sabotage and overturn the verdict. But the more we dug into the case, the more complex it became. Williams had been involved in so much fraud, and fighting the case only uncovered other hidden aspects of his dealings.

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:

The Ricci Family would move in and swallow our East Coast operations while we were busy bleeding out. Lincoln picked Vivian. Vivian had been envious of me for twenty years. Lincoln had been chasing her for years and knew the shape of what was inside her. All he did was take the fire that was already burning, and pour a can of gas on it. Lincoln got to the end. His forehead was streaming sweat, and he was begging for his life on repeat. Adrian hadn’t said a word. He took out the magazine, slid it back in slow, and chambered a round.