Prescott Landis and the main members of the
Landis family, including the mysterious
sorcerer, were all criminally detained.
In the interrogation room, Prescott was still
stubborn in the face of overwhelming
evidence.
He blamed all the crimes on his grandfather,
the Landis family’s old patriarch, who had
been dead for many years.
Everything had been set down by the old
patriarch before his death, and he was just
carrying it out.
He was still delusional that he could rely on
the Landis family’s surviving connections to
get himself out.
Until my lawyer brought him a message.
“My client has asked me to tell you.”
“Your brother Prescott Landis’ car accident
back then was not an accident.”
The moment he heard this, Prescott suddenly
raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at
the lawyer.
는
“What did you say?!”
The lawyer calmly conveyed, “We found that
the truck driver who fled the scene of the
accident back then received a huge sum of
money from overseas shortly after his release
from prison.”
“And the source of that money comes from
the same account as the illegal funds in your
company.”
