"I have deleted the videos, but I made sure to save them on a flash drive. Follow me," Michael calmly stated, taking the lead towards the elevator. The police officers followed suit, their curiosity piqued. However, Mrs. Lee remained rooted to the spot, her body tense and unyielding.
The head officer, noticing Mrs. Lee's resistance, turned towards her, raising a questioning brow. "What's the matter? Don't you want to see the evidence?" he inquired, his voice laced with confusion.
Mrs. Lee's voice trembled with frustration as she responded, her words filled with raw emotion. "I don't care about the flash drive, the clips, or whatever you have there. All I want is for my husband to appear right here. I want to see him, officers! It feels like you're not doing your job properly."
