Chapter 177
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'If both of you are involved in the case, invite your friends to go together."
Allen took out another set of handcuffs.
Bertha also did not object.
Derek liked to interfere in other people's affairs, and he was quite good with her, so she smiled and agreed. 'Okay, but I want to tell my bodyguard something, it will be very soon."
Tyrone is called by Bertha.
Bertha took out a black metal card from her pocket and gave it to Tyrone, then she whispered something in his ear.
Finally, both of them were put in electronic handcuffs and Allen led them to a specialized police car.
In the car, Bertha sat silently, without any expression on her face, she intently enjoyed the scenery outside the window.
Derek looked at her without blinking. He discovered that her wrist was cut by the handcuffs, causing it to turn red.
A trace of sadness and pain gradually appeared in his eyes.
He grabbed Bertha's wrist and gently rubbed the red mark on her hand. "Are you in pain?"
Bertha was also not upset.
But if he liked performing like that, she wouldn't take her hand back.
When they entered the special interrogation room of the Police Department, they saw Mrs. Ivory had already arrived, even Zillah, who had bandages all over her body, was there.
She wanted to see Bertha thrown into prison with her own eyes.
When Bertha entered the interrogation room, she noticed that Zillah was bandaged like a mummy.
She burst out laughing on the spot.
'Miss. Zillah, you make me so emotional. You were in such pain but you still ran here."
Zillah was truly in pain, so painful that she couldn't speak.
Her mother's cruel eyes and she stared at Bertha.
The captain of the 3rd division, Allen entered the room, and he began to seriously interrogate.
'Mrs. Ivory, last night the people who broke into your house and then brazenly assaulted you, were the two of them?"
He pointed at Derek and Bertha.
During this time, a person is smiling and calm.
And one person, his face was calm and expressionless.
They don't seem like the type of people anyone would mess with.
Mrs. Ivory thought for a moment. She pointed at Bertha with hatred, but she also had no intention of letting Derek go.
'She was the mastermind but he couldn't escape either. He is an accomplice."
Allen took out a photo of the injured Zillah and seriously showed it to Bertha.
Bertha's expression was stupid. "Who is this? Why was this person beaten like that? So ugly."
She smiled, innocent and harmless like this had nothing to do with her.
Zillah heard Bertha's last sentence, and she was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood, the anger in her head rose to the sky, and she endured the pain and screamed.
'You… She lied…"
Bertha seemed to regain consciousness, her beautiful eyes looking towards Zillah again. 'It turns out this person is Miss. Zillah, no wonder she's so ugly. You were so injured but you still wanted to come here personally to catch the culprit."
Derek laughed.
Zillah and her mother were very angry at Bertha's attitude.
Mrs. Ivory suddenly slammed the table and said. 'Yesterday it was you who led the people into our house. I thought you would admit your own mistakes, I didn't think you were that cowardly."
Allen frowned, his fingers tapping the tabletop. "Silent."
Bertha's elbows rested on the table, her handcuffed arm gently resting on her chin.
She innocently blinked her eyes and looked towards Allen. 'Little brother. You look at her so aggressively, does this mean she wants to force me to admit it?"
Little brother?
Derek on the side almost couldn't stand it anymore, his eyebrows twisted tightly.
Until now, she had never called his name so sweetly and softly.
She purposely smiled brightly like that, did that mean she was paying attention to Allen?
Derek clenched his hands tightly, because his skin was fragile, and his hands quickly became swollen.
Bertha smiled mischievously and seductively.
Allen looked at her smile to the point of panic, his voice also softened a bit. 'Yesterday the camera of Helga's house was destroyed, but the testimony of all the servants in Helga's house was directed towards you, how do you explain this?"
Bertha's beautiful face trembled slightly. 'Helga's house is the richest family in this city. It is also very normal for servants to side with their masters."
She paused for a moment then continued it. 'I looked at the current evidence in the Police Department, whether it was the smashed supercars or myself, it seemed like there were no fingerprints from me and Derek, nor were there any other witnesses except members of Helga's family. Just like this, you are not enough to denounce me."
Mrs. Ivory snorted coldly in disdain.
Allen turned over the investigation documents, and he somewhat agreed with her words.
Bertha saw that he was wavering and continued speaking. 'I was kept here for several hours by my friends, so I couldn't go to work. If you don't have enough evidence to incriminate me then you should take off our handcuffs, right?"
She shook her slender wrist as she spoke. Her skin was originally as white as snow but was now tightened to a light red color.
Allen agreed. 'Indeed, we don't have enough evidence, so let's first…"
'Allen."
He hasn't finished speaking yet, Mrs. Ivory interrupted, smiling coldly. 'You are just a captain of the third team, you are not qualified to decide this matter."
Allen was a bit annoyed. He was just about to argue when suddenly a policeman opened the door and rushed in, whispering something in his ear.
Allen's expression gradually changed.
After struggling for a moment, he stiffly spoke. 'Sorry, but we can't unlock your handcuffs. Miss. Bertha, you are still the biggest suspect, you will first be put in a holding cell, and then we will slowly interrogate you again."
