After scarfing down his donuts, the middle-aged cop finally turned to look at the young girl. "Did you hear that? The boss of the White Jewelers, do you really think he'd have anything to do with you? You're coming to the station with me."
The young girl seemed dumbfounded. She never thought that this woman's husband would be so influential!
"I'm not going, Officer. There must be some misunderstanding here. I really didn't hit her. She bumped into the table on her own..."
Amelia stopped her, "Lying is not a good habit. You clearly pushed me, causing me to hit the table."
"You... you're falsely accusing me, you're framing me!"
Amelia just sneered, "There's surveillance right above us. Whether I framed you or not, one glance would make it clear."
The cop looked up at the 360-degree security camera hanging overhead. "Who's the boss here?"
Ava Summers, who had been standing quietly, looking at Amelia, finally withdrew her gaze and calmly replied, "I am."
