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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.

She knocked over a glass of water in her fury, soaking Andrew’s cuff and nearly toppling her own handbag to the floor. The lawyer—bless him—stood up so fast he nearly tripped over his own chair. “Mrs. Vale, please,” he said, voice taut, palms raised like he was talking someone off a ledge. “Let’s all take a breath. Shouting threats in a legal office is highly inappropriate.” “She’s manipulating the system!” Lucy shrieked. “He’s not even her type! He looks like a damn bounty hunter! This whole thing is a scam and YOU—” she pointed a shaking finger at the lawyer “—you will surely hear from me!”

"Dates, cross-references, the pitch deck as exhibit A. My lawyer has reviewed everything." The word lawyer lands in the specific way it always lands when someone did not expect it — not like a threat, but like a door closing. Several seconds of silence. She counts them. Seven. "What do you want?" he says. His voice has changed register — still controlled, but the warmth has gone out of it, replaced by the flat precision of a man doing arithmetic.

“What are you doing?” Without glancing up from the file in my hands I said, “Research.” A chuckle followed, “You're just an attorney, you don't have to do so much. You've been stalking your client for almost two weeks now.” I frowned and glanced up to face an amused Lenoir, “It's called gathering information and facts.” “Uh uh” “Knowing my clients weaknesses, so whenever it's used in court against them I can easily counter it and win over the judge.”

He nodded affirmatively. "What? Why?" "To become a lawyer." Skylar simply gaped at him, flabbergasted. "A friend of Dad's has a firm there. He's gonna employ me and tutor me for the next four years." "I... I don't understand. Don't you like... need to go to law school to become a lawyer?" Lucas gave a sigh. "It's called 'reading the law', an alternative to law school. It's how folks became lawyers in the old days. It's pretty unconventional, but some states still allow it, and California is one of them."

Adarsh asked his brother who was avoiding looking at their faces. "I haven't murdered any single lawyer till now. If I ever avoided a single profession then that is a lawyer. You all know about that. The most complicated creature in this world is a lawyer. They are twisted and can make you do a lot." Anirudh was right on his part. He hated lawyers from the beginning. This was the only profession he avoided looking at. Above all he never had a plan of getting into the lives of lawyers, forgetting about lawyer couples. "True. They can make you do a lot. I can see that. For the past one month, she has made you do a lot." Adrash opened up the final secrets when Ashwin looked at his son with wide

"Baby, being a lawyer isn't the reason why your uncle has many girls; he's probably just a ladies' man." "Ladies' man?" He couldn't pronounce it correctly. I shouldn't be teaching this kid about what adults do. What should I say? "Uh, because he's a ladies' man... That means he has many female friends. He's just friendly, not because he's a lawyer." He still looked puzzled. "Never mind! Being a lawyer won't make you popular like your uncle. Do you want to be a policeman instead? That's good too." "No, Ate. I want to be a lawyer," he insisted, pouting his lips.

Charlotte was shocked and stunned, while Tito looked all bitter and wry. In the legal profession, the higher the lawyer's status, the more they cherished their reputation. People like him who had never lost before tend to be more cautious when choosing which lawsuit to pick up. One would never lay hands on a case that had no chance of winning, no matter how much money the client was willing to pay.

His words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I looked at him, clinging to the smallest sliver of hope. "You’re one of the best in the legal field. Your record is truly impressive. Can you—" Before I could finish speaking, he cut me off, "Ms. York, I'm a lawyer, not a miracle worker. The law is based on evidence. Within that framework, I can fight for my client's best interests. What I can't do is twist the truth. Do you understand?" The last of my hope vanished.

Snow Cecy immediately stood up and held her hand. "Miss Cecy, this is the lawyer friend I want to introduce to you. Although he looks like a fitness coach, in fact, he is a top student in the law department. He has studied abroad for many years, and has engaged in many famous lawsuit abroad. Till now, he has not lost." Edward in Terrence Edmin’s words shocked Snow Cecy. She swallowed and looked at Allen, "my case is a little special. I don't know if Mr.Tudor will feel troublesome."