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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.

What is she writing? "What was your life before this?" "Your honor, objection relevance?" says Lincoln's lawyer, Mr. Sawyer. "Sustained." "Fair. You care for Carter, correct?" He nods his head. "So that means you would do anything for him? Take him out of bad situations?" He nods his head again. "Look at this," she pulls out papers placing them in front of him. I tap Lincoln's shoulder and he shrugs, he's just as confused. "Here are records of Lincoln's reckless driving and his previous anger problems. Right here shows how he trashed a whole car, drunk. Had to spend the night in jail."

“After Lucas and Grant defeated me in that bid, I looked deeper into your background. Your work caught my attention—it had the same style, the same brilliance as our father’s. At first, I thought it was a coincidence. But the more I dug, the more everything pointed to you.” I blinked. “You said Clarke and Grant worked for you, can you tell me more about it?" Lincoln shook his head. “Not entirely. I paid Clarke once to help me sabotage Richard, but I never imagined she was already scheming from the inside with Grant. Their personal vendetta wasn’t part of my plan.” I nodded slowly, piecing everything together. Lincoln’s world was far more complicated than I had imagined.

I state with fake kindness and they all have a seat comfortably in my office sofas, me being raised by a rude woman as my mom, don’t offer any drink to any of them. “How may I help all of you?” I ask after texting two of my contact lists to come in my office ASAP; well I had someone fetch my phone from home and that person being none other than Eric, and promised him to help him with his work load. “We came to see how you are faring on.” Uncle Tom decided to lie. “We want you to drop Miles as a client or become Anne’s lawyer.” Marianne says. “We already went through this.” I state “and you Isaac out of all people should understand I can’t.” I address my fellow lawyer who looks bored out of h

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—"

Everyone knew that the Stanton family was angered by this matter. Lincoln Zelman thought that he could be lawless and evil because of the little power he held in Sand City. The first few lives Lincoln took gave him enough courage to think that no one would trace it back to him, so he was even more reckless. Thus, Lincoln hated Nicole, who he had not met once but had already made him lose everything. How could he let this woman who ruined everything he had go? Even if he was in jail, he could still make Nicole regret coming to Sand City.

** Alex sat on the cold floor in prison as he kept counting the minutes left before Lincoln arrived and attempted to beat him up. As Alex sat on the cold prison floor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had managed to plant fear in Lincoln's mind, and he reveled in the chaos he had created. He knew that Lincoln would come for him, driven by anger and desperation, but Alex was prepared. He had anticipated this moment and had a plan in motion. Meanwhile, Lincoln rushed through the corridors of jail, his mind consumed by anger and worry. Every passing second felt like an eternity as he made his way to the holding cell where Alex was being kept. He couldn't bear the thought of

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.

I knew that it was time for me to go to the office and I made sure that I didn't forget the new textile design frameworks that Jake had created and carried them with me as I went to the office. "Okay then, I will just escort you out of the house then," Diana said and excited me out of the house. Lincoln finally came out and checked if anyone was around and felt relieved that he was the only one in the lounge room. He then picked up his phone and sent a call. "Hello, Barrister Michael, Hawthorne," He said when the call went through. He was very happy because he had a lawyer to defend him in the upcoming case that was going on.

Lincoln went forward at that time too, and laughed, “Lily, I met your mother, Samantha the other day. She told me about your husband. Not only is he not working and just laying around at home, he even got arrested for stealing a cellphone. Is that true?” Lincoln visited Lily’s family during the university times, hence he had met Samantha. The shop assistant could not stop but laugh as she looked at Darryl with disdain. Lily was furious, she wanted to fight back, but she could not. Darryl being arrested for stealing a cellphone was true. Lincoln gave a cold smile seeing that Lily did not respond. ‘You didn’t pick me when I treated you as my Goddess. Look where you ended now? With a thief, and