"Oh, it looks like Miss Warner has a poor memory. She doesn't even remember the car she just rode in and even the driver she just met."
Karl let out a low laugh.
"Ah, really? I don't know. I sit in the rear row every time and never look at the front. Isn't it normal to not see what the driver looks like? So who am I to know Jimmy."
Shelly was eager to defend herself and try to dismiss any connection with the driver.
"Did I mention that the driver was Jimmy?" Karl's stern gaze was fixed on Shelly.
"..."
Shelly was confused on the spot and knew she was being set up by Karl.
Joyce gave a sarcastic laugh from the sidelines.
It was just funny to see how naive Shelly had been. How could ordinary people be a match for Karl, the master of interrogation?
"I advise you to hurry up and tell us what happened. We are never short of interrogation techniques and polygraphs in the police departments, are you sure you can stand up to our tests?” Karl tilted his head and signaled Victor.
"Take them to the interrogation room separately, and make sure to get a result within 48 hours."
"Yes, Captain." Victor said respectfully.
"Brother, help me!"
Shelly jumped forward and clutched Luther's arm. She did not want to go into the interrogation room. She was the noble Miss Warner, and she had never been through anything like this.
Luther coldly glared at Shelly. Her words were full of loopholes, and he already had a guess in his heart, and any further trouble would only make the situation even more awkward for everyone.
He reprimanded in a cold voice, "Shut up, don't think I don't know anything."
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