"Mr. Randy, we now suspect that this matter is related to your wife. We need to get someone to bring her back to the police station." Wally could not be bothered to talk nonsense with Randy anymore. He looked directly at his subordinates and was going to bring Lyra back.
When Randy heard this, he slammed the table and said angrily, "No! I've already said that I'm the murderer. What do you want? My wife is pregnant. You can't arrest her casually."
"Your wife even attended three yoga classes in a row a few days ago. What is she pregnant with?" Wally asked coldly. How could there be such an idiotic man?
"Impossible!" Randy didn't believe her at all. He turned to look at his wife. "Chairman, is this true? Impossible. How could Lyra lie to me…"
She looked at Randy. "While the matter hasn't blown up yet, what exactly is going on? Who is the murderer?!"
