The real point of this conversation had lost its significance. From the way Dellon was pressing his opponent, it was clear that the true aim of this interrogation was to force a decision. The situation offered no favorable options for the accused. No matter the choice, there seemed to be only one path forward—leading straight to the piece of paper on the table, waiting to be signed.
"He's remarkably calm. It looks like he's figuring out how to get out of this," Azalea muttered with a sly grin.
"Hohoho, dududu~"
A soft hum, accompanied by the steady sound of footsteps, approached the room. Through the frosted glass, a police officer could be seen making his way inside. The door creaked open, though it resisted slightly.
*Krrt… Krk~
"Ugh! Why is this door so hard to open? It shouldn't be like this… huh?"
