"Meisai! Is there really no way?" Frances asked Meisai again, in an inconspicuous tavern. She looked so haggard, losing her original brilliance.
"The informer has solid evidence, every single day's testimony could send your father to the electric chair. If possible, I can at most get him a life sentence, nothing lighter," Meisai, disheveled, slouched in the chair with a cigarette in hand. There was no noticeable expression on his face, yet he avoided looking directly into Frances's eyes. He was helpless, this matter seemed to have gotten quite serious. It appeared to be a human-made result, someone wanted to bring down Casabell Genovis, so from the start, they had spread the rumors everywhere.
"No, you must have a way, right?" Frances still refused to give up, her shining eyes looked so sorrowful.
"Frances, this time I am powerless, many eyes saw him holding a submachine gun, leading a large group into Lucchesi's territory!"
"But, he didn't kill Augusto!" Frances defended.
