The dinner was filled with joy and laughter.
There was laughter in Birch Garden, but the atmosphere was quite different at the City W police station.
The wealthy lady's face flushed red as she slammed the table, shouting furiously at the police officer opposite her, "What right do you have to bring us here? Where's the evidence? I want evidence! Otherwise, I'll get a lawyer to sue you for illegal detention!"
The female police officer, who was being questioned, sat in the swivel chair with an expressionless face. She drew a folder from a stack on the table, ignored the woman's questioning, and looked at Renee Anderson, who was as pale as a sheet, and asked, "Name."
The wealthy woman was shaking with rage at being ignored and pulled out her phone, "Can't you hear me? Bring your leader here, or I'll have to call my lawyer!"
