"Mr. Lee, congratulations, I've heard the homicide case is nearly closed. Pressure always seems to do some good, doesn't it?"
Throughout the journey, Nikodem Lee's phone wouldn't stop ringing.
All the calls were good news.
Those friends told him that the case was about to be cracked wide open, and that the relevant departments had already obtained sufficient conclusive evidence.
But Nikodem Lee couldn't feel happy at all.
If that were the case, why had Fernando Lee been suddenly taken away?
He tried to call Jennifer Lopez, but found that no one answered the phone.
Tomorrow is Jennifer Lopez's wedding, and the new matriarch of the Lopez Family must be busy preparing her wedding feast.
Bang!
Nikodem Lee slammed his fist into the front passenger seat of the car.
His eyes were filled with anger.
Something was definitely off.
"Did you send someone out to stir up trouble?"
He turned around and looked at his eldest son.
The speed of the news spread was absurdly fast overnight.
