Chapter 651?

Carl Letterman remembered the warning from the sub-director. He was afraid that his report would fall into the hands of senior officials in the New York police circle who were old with Dingkins, so he directly forwarded it to Giuliani's trusted prosecutor through the FBI channel. The case was personally supervised by the boss's friend, and the cronies who received the report did not dare to neglect it, and quickly sent it to the desk of the mayor's office.

The old rival Italian private detectives committed the crime, the staff of the telephone and telegraph company participated, eavesdropped on the first-line actress, the black police suspended in Chicago "passed by" and acted bravely, and the third-rate Italian agent took the blame. This case is too interesting. New York Mayor Giuliani read it After the report, the occupational disease criminal who had been fighting the mafia for a long time was found, so he appointed his capable generals as independent prosecutors to reopen the investigation.

Song Ya, who didn't know that things were going in a weird direction, was concentrating on arguing with her fiancee in Bedford Hills. This was the worst quarrel since the two established their relationship, but this time it was Mariah Carey who initiated it.

"You've been making excuses to meet all kinds of people, sit around with them for hours, and for an afternoon, you don't care about our wedding at all, and I'm busy with everything!"

She complained in a crying voice, "It seems to be completely my own business!"

"What can I do!? I can't see those people! I can't dismiss them casually! Two old men and women in their sixties and seventies with social status came over and asked me to invest in a company that has been losing money for years. Have you seen millions of them?"

Song Ya was also annoyed, in various senses, "The more we spend money so ostentatiously, the easier it is to attract that kind of person, you are also responsible, and the so-called business you are busy with is nothing more than choosing this pattern and that color , what brand of decorations, you always say 'this is not good, that is not good, why don't we go back to the front...' I think this is more boring and a waste of time, let me make a decision just need A few seconds, but you have to drag me to pick and choose for two or three hours!"

"You are such a bastard APLUS, you promised me to have a perfect wedding, high and low..." She cried out loudly angrily.

"That's the problem. What is perfect only exists in your mind, I don't know! It doesn't count for you to give me an opinion! So these things should be done by you!" Song Ya was also angry, There are still a lot of shit in Chicago, and the desire to survive has returned to zero.

"Ruthless! Liar!"

With tears in her eyes, she knocked down a sweet boy-girl kissing statue that would be placed on top of a multi-tiered cake, and the fragile ornament fell to pieces, and the heads, arms, and legs of two small figures were scattered on the ground.

"Here it is again!" Song Ya moved away a little.

"It's okay, this is just a sample. We will send over a perfect wedding cake. It's so tall and so big..." The baker next to him smiled and gestured blankly, and Linda asked Mawota to temporarily invite him out.

"Also, you have been secretly talking to other girls on the phone these two days, don't think I don't know!"

She knocked down the champagne pyramid that had been stacked layer by layer, and with the crisp sound of glass shattering in the chain reaction, the fragments spread all over the floor.

"This is your custom-made wine glass, and it's also our money! Every time we quarrel, we smash things, really!"

Song Ya yelled at her with her neck stuck, "I've always only talked about business, so I don't look like you!"

"Oh, it turns out that you are the only business talking on the phone. I've been busy with the wedding for several months, so what's the matter!?" She challenged.

"Maybe it's consumption?" Song Ya was annoyed.

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"You all calm down, alas..."

Her mother didn't mind seeing the mess on the ground. She caressed her daughter's hair and sighed, "Mimi, don't you have a pre-wedding party tomorrow? Let's go to Las Vegas to relax first."

"Yes, and that damn party, Brenda, Brenda!" Song Ya became angry when she heard the word, and looked for the culprit.

"Alex!"

Aunt Susie also came in, "What's wrong with you M-Fxxk? You haven't been so out of control since the 90s, come here! Let's go out and talk."

Song Ya had no choice but to be dragged out by her.

"What's bothering you?" asked Aunt Susie.

"She's looking for a fight, I'm fine, Aunt Susie." Song Ya calmed down, "It's said that I have premarital phobia, but I think she does. During this time, she's always picking on me for no reason, and doesn't listen to a word .”

"The pre-wedding party?"

Aunt Susie thought it was that, "It's okay, pre-wedding parties are getting more and more crazy these days, but most couples don't do anything that really crosses the line, that is, looking for fun and excitement , don't worry, Brenda knows."

"That woman really knows what she's doing, so she won't go bankrupt right after she dies."

Song Ya scolded.

"I don't like that bitch, I'll give her a warning." Connie, who was with Aunt Susie, rolled up her sleeves and was about to make trouble.

"Forget it, I asked Linda to warn her again and again, she really won't take Mimi to Las Vegas to do anything."

Song Ya has calmed down like Connie, Brenda has been persuaded, after all, she is an artist under her banner, she must not dare to cause trouble, and now she is conversely persuading Mariah Carey not to go to Las Vegas Garth, but Mariah Carey has a very strong personality, and she has already screwed up with herself, so she must go.

"APLUS."

At this time, Linda came over with her mobile phone and hinted to herself, "What's wrong?" The two walked to the study, "Cassidy is calling again."

"Cassidy."

The girl always cried on the other end of the phone, "I went to the Argus lawyer at Flock and Argus Law Firm, and he said that he couldn't contact Dad for the time being. Did the FBI violate the law by not letting the lawyer see the suspect? ?”

"I don't know either. You can ask my lawyer Goodman, and he will provide you with legal advice." Song Ya handed the phone to Linda.

"Can you go back to Chicago and help me?" Cassidy cried, "I asked my colleagues at the police department of my father, and they told me privately that something was wrong. The office was also sealed, the account was frozen, and the FBI took all his things, even my brother and sister's doctor's bills..."

"The boss is getting married soon, Cassidy."

Linda interrupted her, "The boss will help, but we don't know about Vic's troubles, so let's leave everything to the lawyer? What you have to do now is to go to class and don't let these troubles interfere with your work." Live, be strong girl."

"Can he talk to me?" Cassidy begged.

Linda glanced at Song Ya, and walked into the distance, "He chatted with you a few times in the past two days and Miss Kelly was very upset. They had a big fight just now, and some of them always called you You know him, Cassidy, and he will not stop helping you, but you have to keep calm yourself, this kind of thing cannot be dealt with by talking on the phone for a few hours or shedding more tears."

"Okay..." Cassidy agreed, sobbing, "but the lawyer can't see my father."

"Did Argus represent your father?" Linda asked.

"I can't afford his lawyer's fees, but he is willing to provide consulting services in private, but now I can't see my father, and I don't know what my father thinks about himself. He is the only expert in my family." Kasiti said .

"That's it for now, I'll let Goodman call you."

Linda hung up the phone and told Song Ya and Goodman what Kasiti said. To urge the FBI to act according to the rules."

"Could Peter have other plans already?"

Song Ya and Old Mike looked at each other, Old Mike thought for a while and nodded slightly.

"I'll know tomorrow. Tomorrow you are going back to Chicago in the name of holding a pre-wedding party. Alicia will take the opportunity to come and chat with us in person." Goodman said: "She should be able to represent her husband, Peter Flock."

"All right."

Brenda and the others took Mariah Carey to Las Vegas, and Delay and Al and other best men prepared a party for themselves in Chicago. Song Ya thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

I know that Vic killed the FBI agent, but I must not let others know that I know, so the best way to deal with it now is to do what I should do, and not to be alarmed.