The Lincoln Lawyer Book Series の小説・ストーリー

He had been her rock throughout this ordeal, always there to comfort her, protect her, and encourage her. The judge entered the room and everyone stood up. The trial began, and Adrienne listened as her lawyer presented the charges and the evidence against Lincoln. She felt a surge of hope as she saw the jury's expressions of shock and disgust. She hoped that they would see Lincoln for what he was: a monster who deserved to rot in jail. Then it was Lincoln's lawyer's turn to speak. He stood up and cleared his throat, looking at the jury with a calm and confident expression. "My client, Mr. Lincoln, is innocent of all the charges against him. He is not a monster, but a victim of a vicious cons

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

Then he leaned over and signed his signature on all of them. “You are now as powerful as me, and not because of my name.” Mr. Ford uttered with pride in his eyes. “I should take my leave.” Lawyer Lincoln said as he stood to his feet. After gathering all the papers, he left the study and gently shut the door behind him. “Do you know the Johnsons?” Rome asked out of curiosity. “The who?” Mr. Ford asked. “The Johnsons. They have a son named Dash Johnson.” “That name doesn't ring a bell.”

She arrived at the law firm at exactly eight o’clock. Barely five minutes after she sat down in her office, Hunter knocked and stepped inside. “Liz, Mr. Lincoln and his lawyer are here.” She nodded. “Alright, take them to the conference room. I’ll be right there.” “Got it.” Ten minutes later, Liz pushed open the door to the conference room. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” Mr. Lincoln’s lawyer, Tim Chapman immediately stood. “Ms. Smith, it’s been a while.” “Mr. Chapman, long time no see. I didn’t expect we’d meet again under these circumstances.”