Prosecutors Badge Ace Attorney Novels & Stories

The things printed on paper and published on the news about what he did to his family proves that. Ace is ruthless and he doesn't care about who he has to take down to prosper. He knows how to bend the law for his benefit. I gulped as I approached the altar. Behind him at a far end are his groomsmen, I have no bridesmaids aside from the fucking stylist I frustrated that night. Point of correction to my earlier thought, Ace doesn't know how to bend the law for his benefit, because he is the law and it's sickening. I looked at the cold eyes, devoid of love, staring. His look is filled with hate and I don't want to know the malicious intent behind that face.

I muttered to myself. To barge into the office and do justice to the prosecutor might cause alarm in the firm since I did not know the kind of alarm system they had. Hence, I returned outside, got on the firm website, and checked through the attorney profile, looking for a Prosecutor Abel Cross. “Gotcha!” I said immediately as I saw his name underneath a picture. Just then, I knew what he looked like. Thirty minutes later, I saw him walking out of the firm. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, and he carried a briefcase in his hand, looking like he was headed home.

More like… a lingering detail that hadn’t left my nerves yet. I didn’t look at it again. I lifted my eyes back to the screens. “The prosecutor assigned is Silvia Smith.” Rourke’s expression tightened. “Smith?” “Correct,” I said. “She’s not here to play nice.” Pike’s gaze sharpened. “So you thought the answer was bringing in a human?” “The answer was bringing in competent counsel,” I replied. Whitlock’s voice went colder. “We have wolves who handle our legal matters.” “You have wolves who handle contracts and property disputes,” I said. “This is homicide, obstruction exposure, and enterprise theory if she decides she wants it. Your wolves aren’t trained for that.”

Reggie referred to me as his daughter, which I thought was the best way for him to introduce me, confirming my status here. “This is the first time we've all gathered here. But there's no reason to be awkward.” He then glanced at me, as if asking for my approval, and I nodded slowly, though my heart was still full of question marks. “Ace, as the eldest, perhaps you could start to introduce yourself first?” The man across from me nodded in a calm and confident manner. “Okay, everyone, my name is Atticus—or Ace—Vance. I'm an attorney at the Hayes & Chan Law Firm.” I glanced at Reggie, asking silently, and he nodded.

Lemuel's voice shook, the gravity of his situation sinking in, but Julie's blunt words made the crowd frown. "The police are here, and this old lady is still defending her son? That woman is a prosecutor." "This guy is done for. And that doctor, abusing her position to mess with a prosecutor." "Investigate them thoroughly. That doctor is a disgrace to the profession." I pulled out my badge and held it up. "I'm Brenda Hanson, Senior Prosecutor."

However, her confident gaze made me believe in her, so I wrote all the necessary information in the notebook. In the evening, her assistant came to collect the notepad from me. I asked her who was the case's prosecutor. Knowing the prosecutor's identity in this case caused my throat to dry up. "Derrick Merchant will take up the case's prosecution." Her assistant told me. "Did Bella—I mean Veronica—know about the prosecution lawyer?" I questioned her assistant in shock. "Indeed, she is." She confidently nodded. "What? Did she not know about Derrick Merchant? He is a giant shark in the legal world, and no one ever wins a single case against him." As soon as I heard the name of the prosecutor,

Mrs Meyers asked Attorney Kim who just smiled at her and had his intern hand over a bottle of water to her. "I am the head of the Hampton's legal team. I've never lost a case under Hampton name before, everything will be just fine." He whispered to her and she nodded with a soft smile. Attorney Kim went back to his seat as they wait for the Jury's judgement and the Judge's statement. Attorney Kim glanced back at Ace and nodded his head.

My ears heated up, feeling like a thief caught in the act. "Okay!" I muttered under my breath. "Mr. Argos, you're finally here. I thought you'd ditch us tonight as well.” A man appeared with a smile on his face that apparently didn't reach his eyes. He's Eliot Crane, one of the most notorious prosecution attorneys in the country. “It appears you have a lovely companion with you today.” His eyes fell on me, watching me with a scrutinizing gaze. “Miss Ricardo, this is Eliot Crane; he's a prosecution attorney,” Abraham introduced me to him.

Typical. When the prosecutor wrapped up, he threw a look toward the jury like he’d just personally saved democracy. Then, Trent’s lawyer shot up. Loud, slick, too much cologne, he had more teeth than presence, like a used car salesman in a $5,000 suit. He practically lunged toward the jury, palms up like a preacher begging his congregation.

He explains. “Prosecution A+. While I applaud your smart thinking, I caution you. While some tricks like that may work, it’s not often the case. Especially if you have a very smart Defense Attorney. Defense C+, since the defense did a good job on the first trial. Otherwise, defense would get a F.” The Professor replies. Everyone cheers, except Blonde bitch. Yes, I know her name, but I don't care to use it. “I am curious Miss Miller, what made you go this route?” Law Professor asks.