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"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.

He forgot that the reason he became a lawyer in the first place was to uphold justice, unbiased. Yet now, all he wanted was to become Layla's hero, the righteous attorney who was solely after the public's praise. He allowed an innocent old woman who died in a car accident to be wrongfully labeled as a disgraced criminal, all while on a mission to destroy my reputation for good. Seeing him like this, Mom, confused and distressed, turned pale. She grabbed his arm. "Michael, how can you say something like that? Your mother would be heartbroken if she heard this."

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.

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."

Leo's face turned even paler, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing. He knew that everything was beyond redemption. After the trial ended, Duncan, Lily, and I walked out of the courtroom. The sun was just right, and I turned my head to look at the lawyer who had shown no emotional fluctuations from beginning to end. The intense sunlight made the lawyer's badge he wore gleam with a golden light. That radiance was right on him, and I sighed. "You are one of the most charming lawyers I have ever seen." "Then, do you plan to invite one of the most charming lawyers to dinner?" he asked.

Okay, that was extremely rude. "I am Lin's lawyer." Now, all she wanted to do was to irk this man, make him know that he had offended a big deal, "You know, for the divorce, I am really working hard on her case, don't want her losing all her money to you." She paused to have intended to say, 'Dickhead,' but then, she stopped and flashed a polite yet intimidating smile. Oh, she definitely deserved a desert right now.

Castor had to be dealt with, and I couldn't do it alone. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The receptionist didn't even glance at me twice this time as I told her I had an appointment. She buzzed me through, and before I knew it, I was sitting across from a lawyer who looked like he belonged in some glossy magazine. Everything about her was polished, from her pantsuit to how her hair was styled. She reviewed the paperwork I'd brought. "So, you're the one Lincoln recommended," she finally said, setting the papers down.

"Your Honor, my client Declan Merritt did not act with criminal intent. At the time of the incident, he was in a disoriented mental state, and he has cooperated fully with the investigation since..." She read from her prepared statement, her voice steady and methodical. Declan nodded along from his seat, grinning so wide it practically reached his ears. I hovered behind him, watching that smug look on his face, and it made my stomach turn. He'd probably forgotten that when I took the fall for him, Serena had stood in a courtroom just like this one, saying all the same things, making wrong look right. But just as the prosecutor was about to push back, Serena's tone shifted without warning.

‎Marcus ‎ ‎I sat in the worn leather chair across from Mr. Raymond Kline’s desk, my leg bouncing with nervous energy as I watched him flip through the notes I had thrown together. ‎The lawyer’s office was small, messy, and smelled like old coffee and stale cigarettes. Kline wasn’t some high-end attorney with a fancy suit. He was the kind of lawyer who worked in the shadows...the kind who didn’t mind getting his hands dirty if the money was right. That was exactly why I had chosen him.

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.