The police had never encountered anyone like Nathalia. She wasn't arrogant, nor the least violent, but there was something about her that demanded respect and even obedience.
In just a few minutes, Nathalia had taken control of the situation, and the interrogation room became her territory. They had no idea how she did it.
She's definitely a strange one—a threatening rival. I can't believe she's just eighteen years old. The police thought.
"I'm not sentenced, and I'm not a criminal. Well, if you can't afford it, no worries. I will pay. What do you want for breakfast? I have the money." Elbows on the table and holding her chin in her hands, Nathalia looked up at them and said casually.
"You are very arrogant! No wonder you would do such a horrible thing to Mrs. Davidson." The police slapped the table and said furiously.
