You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Oh, it looks like Miss Warner has a poor memory. She doesn't even remember the car she just rode in and even the driver she just met." Karl let out a low laugh.

"Ah, really? I don't know. I sit in the rear row every time and never look at the front. Isn't it normal to not see what the driver looks like? So who am I to know Jimmy."

Shelly was eager to defend herself and try to dismiss any connection with the driver.

"Did I mention that the driver was Jimmy?" Karl's stern gaze was fixed on Shelly.

Shelly was confused on the spot and knew she was being set up by Karl.

Joyce gave a sarcastic laugh from the sidelines.

It was just funny to see how naive Shelly had been. How could ordinary people be a match for Karl, the master of interrogation?

"I advise you to hurry up and tell us what happened. We are never short of interrogation techniques and polygraphs in the police departments, are you sure you can stand up to our tests?” Karl tilted his head and signaled Victor.

"Take them to the interrogation room separately, and make sure to get a result within 48 hours."

Victor

"Brother, help me!"

to go into the interrogation room. She was the noble Miss Warner, and she

full of loopholes, and he already had a guess in

voice, "Shut up, don't think I

received 100,000 from her and you made your promise. I'll give you ten times the price, and you will now, immediately and clearly, tell us what happened and

his check and pen and, with a casual wave of his hand, tossed a one-million-dollar check in front of

could he dare to accept the money? He was afraid that he would not be able to use all those money even if he had

it was clearly a

support her, should he still go to

It made no sense.

interrogation. There was no way he could keep the secret anyway, just why did he not

yourselves. I'll be honest then. At noon today, this Miss Warner approached me through a special agent