Peter Aria was gentle and courteous, and Madam Aria was a beauty with brains. How could such a family raise such a temperamental individual?
Madon Linggo frowned, recalling Peter Aria's attitude, sensing that something was amiss.
"Chief Linggo, she's causing a commotion insisting on seeing the director and even threatened to raze our police department. I've never seen such a riotous mistress."
And this is supposedly a high-class lady of Lostswa. She's no better than an abusive woman in the countryside.
Madon Linggo tapped his fingertips on the desk: "The evidence is conclusive. Follow the procedure as is."
After his subordinate left, Madon Linggo opened the system, entered Vanessa Aria's name, and her curriculum vitae soon appeared before his eyes.
Madon Linggo looked for a while and found something strange.
Vanessa Aria got lost at the age of four and was found when she was twenty-four, which was thirteen years ago.
Again, thirteen years ago!
