Chapter 337 The Youngs Are Not Short of Money

"It's not him!" I spoke, not wanting to explain the events that occurred after they left Lake City. I added, "I knew about this matter before, and the police also discovered the issue earlier. They said it wouldn't leak, but it suddenly did today. It seems someone was intentionally waiting around, and Idris is now in trouble. I can't avoid this either." Maxwell, for once, did not make any sarcastic remarks. After a brief silence, he said, "The trouble with this situation is that the police can't find the real suspect. There's no evidence, but everything points to Idris. The public opinion storm it's causing is not to be underestimated." I pursed my lips. We had thought about this situation a few days ago. Now, we needed to figure out what to do, but proving the innocence of someone wrongly accused was already a ludicrous task in itself. Unable to come up with a solution, I could not stay in my office any longer. The sky over Lake City was gloomy, and the impending snow added to the