“Hehe…”

Stanley shrugged at Winter’s stubbornness, looking pointedly at the guest around the memorial hall. “I won’t elaborate on Commissioner Kramer’s death after I’ve already done it a thousand times. Frank Lawrence has failed to prove his innocence, and he isn’t here on top

of that.

“What could that mean, you ask? That poison has most definitely killed him already!”

“You’re lying! Frank is perfectly fine!” Winter snarled through her teeth.

“Hmm?”

On the stage, Elder Fango opened his eyes, narrowing them at Winter. “What was that, child? You’re saying that Frank Lawrence isn’t dead?” “I…”