Novel & Cerita The Lincoln Lawyer Book Series

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.

While they were lost in their thoughts, Liam had already returned to the newly built Kane Group building in Dawsbury City. Lincoln arrived early in the morning, carrying a stack of files. "Sir, these are all the documents you need to sign today. I've set aside the problematic ones on the left. Please review them." Liam nodded, indicating for him to put all the files down. After Lincoln had completed his task and was about to leave, Liam suddenly stopped him. "Lincoln, do you think there really is such a thing as parallel universes?" Lincoln's steps faltered, and his expression became somewhat pensive.

Michael said through the phone call. "Okay then, I hope so," Lincoln said. "Yes boss, don't worry, it's even Barrister Houghton Mifflin that your father used as his lawyer," Michael said. "He is too small for me, I will win the case, you just let your mis. to be assured," Michael said. "Alright then," Lincoln said as he finally cut the phone connection. He knew that it was typical for his Dad to do such a thing and that he was expecting it to happen.....

"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.

“Because I want to understand one thing. You did well enough frightening your little receptionist, so much so that when she hears the name Sinclair she shakes like a stray dog. But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because of what you dumped at my door the other day.” “I don’t understand you. And if I said I did, I’d be lying,” Lincoln replied. Smooth. Always pretending to be ignorant. That was his specialty: acting clean while wading through the filth for me. But sometimes the act wore thin. I leaned forward, catching his eyes. “I want to know whether you’re completely useless or not,” I said. “Those lawyers who barged into my office the other day asking about the will, yes, we chased them

The three detectives left his office. A few minutes later, Mr. Lincoln sighed, as he immediately placed a call to his lawyer. And then told him about the statement he gave them, just in case they came for him

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."

In fact, he wasn’t that incapable of managing his daily life; in the past, he had tried to use that to attract Heather’s attention. A look of disbelief spread across her face at once, but Leon simply handed her the documents in his hands. “Here you go. Read it carefully.” He had no intention to explain to her about the things that he had done in the past which caused her to have such thoughts now. Casting a glance at him, she lowered her head to read the documents after taking them over. At first, she casually read it to fulfill her curiosity, but the more she read, the tighter her brows were knitted. It turned out that the Lincoln Family was involved in illegal activities, which was not som

The lawyer walks away. But it wasn’t. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, letting the memories of the courtroom wash over me. Her lawyer's voice cut through everything, calm and controlled, steady even when Samuel Drake tried to tear him apart piece by piece. I had watched that man destroy people on the news, careers and lives. He never lost like that. Yet Ms. Quinn's lawyer stood there, unshaken, turning the case around with precision that felt almost personal. He deserves an accolade too.

He looked at Arabella, and being someone good at reading people’s facial expressions and body language, he asked, “Miss Arabella, when will your lawyer arrive?” Arabella whispered as she said through her dry lips, “Soon.” Robin had just called her back, saying that his lawyer friend was on his way and should be there soon. Still impatient, President Linde kept looking at the watch on his wrist. His lawyer said, “Why don’t you go back first and leave everything to me?” “Sounds good.” President Linde stood up, wearing the clean clothes his assistant had brought over earlier. He now looked imposing again, save for the wound on his forehead that had been given first aid.