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The police officer did not think too much about her reaction.

He only thought that she was worried that the criminals would take revenge in the future.

“Miss Cruise, don’t worry, they can’t see you,” the staff explained patiently.

Olivia’s suddenly tense heart slowly relaxed. She took a deep breath and turned around to leave with the staff.

As the two of them left, the interrogator entered the interrogation room again. He slammed the folder on the table and looked at Rachel impatiently. “Have you considered it?!”

“You won’t listen to me or believe me. What else do you want me to say?”

Looking at Rachel’s languid attitude, Don slammed the table and stood up. He scolded. angrily, “Rachel Grey, don’t make me do this the hard way! Don’t think that just because you’re a woman, we can’t do anything to you! Selling national cultural relics, forging cultural relics, and illegal trading. Either of these two crimes is enough for you to suffer!”

Rachel was unmoved. She said calmly, “I want to see your Chief Brown!”

“You can’t see Chief Brown whenever you want!” Don sneered. “Lock her up and let her starve for a few meals. I want to see how long she can last being that tight–lipped!”

The police officer beside him did not take action immediately. Instead, he stood walked to Don’s side. He whispered in his ear, “Captain, something’s wrong.”

“Huh?” Don frowned slightly, making his already austere face look a little scary and

shrewd.

“How did she know that our chief’s last name is Brown?”

up and

These words caused Don’s furrowed brows to tense up further as he fell into a brief moment of contemplation. “Where’s her information?”

“Here.” The interrogator handed the folder to Don.

This information had just been collected after an investigation not long ago. They were in

a hurry to sort out the case and had not had the time to read it.

When he opened the document, he saw that the background check on Rachel only contained a few words.

“Captain, this…” The interrogator widened his eyes in disbelief.

Given the technical skills of the police department and the super advanced equipment they had, they could basically investigate anything they wanted.

However, Rachel’s information could be said to be blank except for the mandatory details, such as her name, date of birth, and sex.

There were only two possibilities for this phenomenon.

was really as clean as a piece of white paper, or her identity was deliberately hidden. At this stage, they had

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other and could not help but fall

did not say anything, looking at Rachel’s calm expression, they felt that the second possibility was more

was no one with the last name ‘Grey‘

atmosphere in the interrogation room was a little heavy.

this moment, there was a knock on the door of the interrogation room and a staff member walked in.

took a deep look at Rachel, then walked to Don’s side and said

city for a meeting?” A

man shook his head. “I

could finish speaking, he heard Chief Brown shout sternly, “Where’s Don Cole? That little bastard! Get him

subconsciously looked up and sized

frowned slightly, handed the information to the person beside

out of the door, he bumped into Chief Brown,

gritted his teeth and looked

made positive contributions?” Don took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Chief

“You’re still in the mood to smoke at this juncture? Go ahead and smoke. Take it

Don was speechless.

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held a cigarette between his fingers as he watched Chief

mutter self–righteously, “Chief Brown, this case is extraordinary. Perhaps we can take this opportunity to capture Vince, who has been wanted

as he entered, he saw Chief Brown personally removing the handcuffs for Rachel. There was a look of pity between his brows, and his tone was apologetic. “Rac–Rae,

interrogator was

who was standing at the door, was speechless.

name ‘Brown‘, and the other had the last

front of him was indeed not Rachel’s

in and out of Morris Brown’s family at will. After a while,

Morris Brown like her uncle,

to be related

a great honor for Rachel to be willing to

of Old Mr. Johnson’s and

eyes.