Unlicensed car.
No plates.
Betsy Russell's lips curled into a cold smile. If she wasn't mistaken, this accident was definitely intentional.
Thinking this, Betsy started looking for her cellphone, but she couldn't find it. She looked at Heather Scott and asked, "Where's my cellphone?"
Heather walked over to a table, picked up the phone and handed it to Betsy. "Don't worry, Officer Blogger will definitely help you find the person behind this," she said.
When Betsy heard this, she put down her phone and stared at Heather. A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth as she asked, "Officer Blogger?"
Meanwhile, Betsy opened WhatsApp and sent a message to Mr. Russell, asking him to investigate the accident.
A blush appeared on Heather's face as she explained with a smile, "Yes, Officer Blogger is very reliable. He's very meticulous and he hasn't slept all night trying to figure things out because of your case. We need to express our gratitude to him when we meet."
