Was it jealousy? There was a sour smell everywhere.
She was so angry that she sat down heavily in her chair, opened a bottle of mineral water, and drank half of it in one gulp.
A short distance outside the door, Karl was crossing the hallway.
At this point, Juanita snuck up on him and ran up behind Karl to try to get a shot at him.
Karl heard the movement behind him and instinctively turned around with agility and tackled the man behind him.
"Ahhhhh. Let go, it hurts!" Juanita muttered, "It's me, let go." Her wrist was about to be twisted by him, it hurt so much.
Karl finally saw her and let go of her hand, saying with a cold face, "Attacking police from behind, you've got a lot of nerve. If I push a little harder, your wrist will be crushed."
"Urgh." Juanita rubbed hers wrist that was pinched, "Just kidding, why are you so serious? Don't treat everyone like a criminal, you workholic."
Karl scrolled his eyes at her and turned to leave.
"Wait, thank you so much about Joyce. I'll buy you dinner tonight." Juanita cheekily pestered up and followed him in pursuit.
"No, I'm busy." His face was expressionless.
"I'm really grateful to you, it's just a dinner treat, don't be stingy." Juanita was not going to be easily repelled.
"I only did my job, I don't need your thank." Karl was unmoved, "Besides, the case is far from over. The real killer has not yet been caught."
"I advise you to better agree to have dinner with me. You're not afraid I'll blow up your phone and go to the police station every day to annoy you." She wouldn't relent and simply went up and took Karl's arm.
Because of her petite figure, she hung her whole body on him, then she smiled evilly at him, "There are many reporters outside the door, don't you dare to shake me off, or I will just shout and say that you are molesting me."
"…" Karl was speechless.
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