ทนายความ Novels & Stories

My current name is Michel Lee. "Good day, Mr. Lee. I received a call from the police stating that there is a problem with your passport and ID card; my name is Henry, and I am the attorney that represents you in resolving the issues you are experiencing. Please provide detailed information so that I may best assist you." I hired an attorney to handle a slew of human required documents.

Judge Hilar’s POV “Who is representing the defendant?” Judge Lisa asked as she took her seat. Just then, the courtroom door barged open, and Attorney Victor Langford stepped in. Every attorney in the city knew who Langford was. He was an opportunist attorney, the kind who seized cases others wouldn’t touch. No one hired him because they believed he was too young and inexperienced to handle or win any case. So, he made himself available for any defendant who had no legal representation.

Jordan interrupted with a roll of the eyes. Luciana ignored him and carried on. "What if I told you I have an attorney who could help you in court. He's very professional and believe me when I say he's never lost a case in his entire life before. Mind you, he's sixty-three. He's the best attorney you'd ever come across, trust me on this." Luciana added, trying to convince him. Jordan regarded her for a few seconds as she spoke before he eventually burst out laughing, his reaction prompting Luciana to stop talking.

Hendra easily expressed his wishes without reflecting on the crimes he had committed. Mr Haris took a deep breath. "Well, if that's what you want me to resign, I can't. As a lawyer, I am only tasked with mitigating the sentence of my client. Not declaring the guilty to be innocent!” he insisted. "Oh yes, one more. Alendra will not look for another attorney except me. He had condensed this matter on me. And if you really don't need my help. I will be happy not to help you. Then you will get a lawyer appointed by the judge." Mr Harris explained. "Who are you to speak like that? You don't know who I am! I am Hendra Dirgantara, you don't know I have many companies from various fields!” Mr Hendra

Ophelia slowly explained after this is what their lawyers face because they have no direct relationship with any person here, so once they complete their case, they are free from there, so they have no feelings for them. It is just a transaction; the party will give them money to fight for them they will fight, so no personal feelings are attached there. “Ahhhh, I feel complicated, Ophelia; your meaning is for every case, we are just fighting, but we are not involved, we are just spectators of the things.” Ellon asked while furrowing his brows as he tried hard to understand the things, even though he still felt that he missed the right thing. “Actually, we are just a medium for them, where w

The lawyers speak with the regular words that they have come to know word for word. The defense lawyer, upon urging by the Judge, delivers a final plea for compassion and mercy for John. The prosecution recounts the evidence one last time. The judge, Hon. T. N. Callister, listens with his usual unreadable expression. Pen in hand. Brow furrowed. He says nothing, only nods as each side finishes.

I was hoping you would tell me. He said, "I'm a finance and corporate lawyer." "My knowledge of family law is nil." Do you know somebody who is in the know? Barry wanted to snatch the dumb lawyer by the throat and squeeze him through the phone. He responded, "Oh, sure, of course." "I'll get right back to you."

They all flinched, their eyes pleading but I didn't care. Farhan was about to open his mouth to speak but I stopped him. "Let me speak" I said with coldness making him snap his mouth shut. "First of all, I'm not your family neither am I your friend. I am not your personal slave or personal lawyer. I am only Sona's lawyer until this case gets sorted out. If you want, I can help you contact other lawyers who will help you with your friend's case as I refuse to help her" I spoke with my head held high.

Lily drawled, giggling. “Alright, sweetheart,” one of the men at the table spoke, wiping away the tears of laughter. “You’re a delivery girl, right? How much do we owe you?” “I’m here representing Sidley Austin as their lead counsel,” I replied, not moving from the comfortably plush chair at the table. “Nonsense,” one of the other men spoke up, his expensive suit far too tight on him. “You’re too young. Stop messing around and get out. This is a private meeting.”

"I’m Lucas Everhart. A Lawyer. From Everhart & Vale LLP. I’m interested in your case. It’s been a year, but it’s not too late to change things." I stared at him, at his hand waiting between us. Was After everything, after all I’d lost, I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or cling to the fragile thread of hope he dangled before me.